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Rayne let out a rude sound. “Fat chance that's gonna happen. These three can't stop thinking with their dicks long enough to get her to trust us.”
“That is why you will keep tabs on her.” I locked eyes with him, pushing my will into my words. “I want to know what she's thinking at all times. If she finds out what we are and decides to run, I want to know.”
Inclining his head like the good, obedient brother, Rayne stood again and left us either to get his own meal or brood.
I wasn't fooled. I knew Rayne hated his ability to see into the minds of humans, especially ones he cared about. If he was smart, he would keep his emotions close to the chest and not let them get in the way of what had to be done. I was tired of having to break someone new in. We had Darren, but there were simply too many of us for him to handle us and this big house.
“He's going to hate you for this,” Wynn murmured, his eyes coming up off the table. “You know how he fee—”
“I know,” I intoned seriously.
Marcus, who hadn't said a word during the whole exchange, shifted at my right. “It's necessary.”
Wynn glared at the mountain of a man. “To who?”
“If you want Rayne to stop being an immature brat, then you need to stop treating him like a child,” I simply stated, turning my head as the front door opened.
I could hear Darren greet the guests as they came in. I could smell the heavy perfume of the donors before they even hit the dining room. Several women entered the room, each of them in skin-baring clothing. If anyone on the outside saw them, they would think they might be prostitutes, which they were in a way. They sold their bodies, yes, but not for sex.
No, sex was far easier to pay for than what we wanted, what we needed.
“Now this is more like it.” Draconius leered, licking his lips like a wolf about to devour his meal. He stood from the table and came up beside a voluptuous brunette. Slipping a hand behind her head, he tilted her head back. “Are you scared, my lovely?”
The woman gave Draconius a sultry smile. “Do you want me to be?”
I didn't pay much more attention to him or my other brothers as they each picked their donor. In most households, the head of the house would pick first, but I'd never been one to care. Blood was blood, no matter the source. However, when the petite blonde came my way, I frowned. She reminded me far too much of the maid we had just been discussing.
Wearing a low-cut, revealing dress, she sauntered over to my side. Her fingers played along her neck line as her eyes devoured me. “Where would you like me, master?”
That one word made my groin harden, pressing up against the fabric of my slacks. I had control issues. I knew it. The others knew it. It was no doubt the reason I had the power to make someone do as I wanted, even against their will. I'd always been this way, even in life some hundred years ago. Now, even in my undead life, I craved it.
“Here,” I purred, moving back from the table so she could slide into my lap. Her arms wrapped around my shoulders, and she leaned in as if to kiss me. Not giving her the chance, I tangled my fingers in her hair and pulled her head to the side.
She gasped with a mixture of pain and pleasure. I could already smell her arousal and I'd barely touched her. Those who took this job weren't in it just for the pay, though it was astronomical compared to paying for sexual favors. They wanted this every bit as much as we did.
I lifted my head briefly to see the others had already begun to feed. Wynn used his powers at the same time, causing the woman to orgasm while he tasted her. I would never bring someone to orgasm with just my touch. I could only command them to enjoy it, and they would. However, with this one, I thought as I adjusted my hold on the blonde, she would love it no matter what.
Without warning, I plunged my fangs into her neck and drank deeply. She cried out, her little hands gripping my shirt and no doubt wrinkling the fabric. I forced myself to stop thinking and to focus on the beat of her heart.
Thudump. Thudump. Thudump.
Though the woman in my arms was perfectly good and the blood sweeter than most I'd tasted, I couldn't help but think of Miss Billings. Those big brown eyes and soft mouth. Her immediate arousal as she took in each and every one of us. Would our little maid's heart beat quicken at my touch? Despite my warnings to my brothers, I couldn't help but want to find out.
