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Despite—or perhaps because of—my father's protective nature, he ensured that I was well-trained for survival. He regularly brought in specialists for my training, ranging from Muay Thai and mixed martial arts, to combat training and improvised weapons. He wanted me to be prepared in case the world went to hell in a handbasket.
I was grateful for the training, because it gave me an edge against most of my opponents.
Alessandro patted the bench press and I dropped my water bottle into my bag before jogging over to him and settling on it. My back was sweaty above the straps of my bra and stuck unpleasantly to the plastic material of the bench, and I readjusted my back as my fingers gripped the metal bar.
“Ready?” Alessandro asked as he peered down at me. His dark, kind eyes were framed by long lashes and I had the same recurring thought.How did you end up here?It was odd to me that a man seemingly so kind would be anywhere near thefamiglia.But whether he was paying off a debt to my father by service or choosing to be here was none of my business, so I just nodded to him and kept my thoughts to myself.
Taking a deep, fortifying breath, I pressed my feet firmly into the mat of the gym floor, grunting with the effort it took to raise the barbell with its numerous added weights. My arms and core burned with strain as I did my reps, Alessandro counting me through them as I zoned out and focused on keeping my breathing steady and not arching my back. After bringing the bar back to its resting place, I let my arms collapse and fold across my belly.
“Holy shit,” I mumbled, muscles feeling like jelly. I saw Alessandro’s lips move, like he was about to say something, when Luca suddenly called my name, his tone urgent. His hand was pressed up to his right ear, where I knew his communications device sat so he could stay connected to every other guard within the compound.
I sat up slowly, unease growing within me, and glanced at the blond man. “What’s happened?”
His words created a pit in my stomach.
“It’s your brother.”
Eoin
chapter Three
My nostrils stung with the cloying scents of smoke, blood, and sex as I stepped inside the dark interior of Invictus. Scantily-clad women danced inside of cages that hung by thick chains from the ceilings, encased in iron bars that doubled as a safe space from the prying hands below and added to the grotesque wood and stone decor throughout. Others swung and twirled around silver poles, pieces of clothing littered haphazardly around their chunky heels as they danced for the men that salivated up at them. Surrounding them were a mass of bodies that swayed and touched in the strobing lights.
Anyone not living would have sensed me coming before I had entered the door, and as I moved through the crowd, it instinctively parted for me, my presence weighing heavy like musk inside of the building. I watched as one of the caged dancers bit her wrist. Dark blood pooled and dribbled down her pale flesh, trickled over the hard metal lip of her confines and dripped down to tease the men below. With curled lips and snapping fangs, they scrambled to lick it up, fighting like rabiddogs for a mere taste. The sound of my feet was silenced by the surrounding noise as I climbed the metal rungs toward the upper floor, the distinctive notes of moans and grunts barely audible over the music that blared from the speakers.
To my left a mortal woman was spread over the top of a table with her tits pulled out from her shirt, a man suckling at a breast with blood leaking from the corner of his lips. A bottle of beer tumbled to the floor as another man latched onto her exposed thigh, the drink all but forgotten as she writhed beneath them with pure ecstasy. She was one of the many donors that we got at Invictus. The promise of a high paycheck paired with the thrill of feeding attracted mortals to the club nightly, although it didn’t come without risks. Not every Abhartach had the willpower to stop, especially the young ones. Not to mention mortals could become addicted to the aphrodisiacs of feeding and simply offertoomuch. It was a policy at Invictus that donors were only allowed to donate up to three times a week with ample downtime between each session to help reduce the likelihood of addiction.
Even so, it wasn’t uncommon to see mortals on their hands and kneesbeggingto be bled dry.
The door of my private room was opened before I reached it by the guard on post, his head lowered in respect as I stepped through the threshold. Running my tongue over the pointed edges of my teeth, I eyed the pair of women waiting for me, the noise of the club muted as the door clicked shut at my back. If I had it my way, as it used to be, I would be hunting down my meal for the night, rutting in her like the feral beast I kept contained craved to, before leaving her gaping and dry on the cobblestone to be found by morning. But alas, times have changed and so have the general rules of society.
Hence the donors that trembled before me.
Two heartbeats thumped in tandem in my ears, like the bass of a drum reaching the encore, they rose with each step I took closer to the mortals lying on the bed. Their shallow breaths whispered in the space, the smell of their warm skin begging for me to break the flesh.
Undoing the cuff links on my shirt, my eyes lingered on the red-haired woman. “Ye ’ave donated before?”
The blonde spoke up at my question, her baby blue gaze flickered over each new inch of exposed skin that was revealed as I unbuttoned my shirt. “We have—” She met the redhead’s eyes a moment before her attention was turned back on me and my shirt falling to the floor. “We are usually just here to dance, though.”
“Dancers, eh?” Their pulses raced, prancing below their ribs and thumping in their throats faster, faster,fasterwith each step I took. The blonde nodded, a wordless answer to my question. My fingers hooked around a glass of liquor that waited for me on a side table, dropping with it into my seat. “Show me how ye dance t’en.”
Both of them rose from the bed, their bodies tentatively swaying together with the beat of inaudible music as I sipped at my drink, watching. My eyes caught on the redhead once more, snagged on the way her hand trembled as it ran through her long hair. The soft smell of their sweat rose to mingle with their fear as they moved, their dancing becoming bolder with every few minutes that passed.
Anticipation melded with the tension that clung to the air, the small gesture of my fingers beckoning them to come nearer to me. “C’mere.”
They separated, moving wordlessly as they acted on my command. I set my drink off to the side and pulled the redhead into my lap as the blonde stepped behind my chair, running her hands along my shoulders and down my arms. Knees sunk intothe cushions as they straddled my waist, the gentle scratch of lace from the redhead’s lingerie gliding on my skin as she leaned in close, her body instinctively attracted to mine despite her fear. Their senses flooded with my pheromones this close.
My fingers pinched into her skin as they ran up her thighs, and my mouth watered as her blood rushed just below her skin, so near to my lips. Her breath hitched as I drew her closer, feeling the heat of my breath on her flesh. My tongue swiped out to lick a path from her shoulder to her jaw, a groan leaving my chest at the rush of blood I could almost taste already below my lips. My mouth ticked at the corner at her shaky exhale, the sweet salt of her skin urging me to taste her more fully.
Not to be forgotten, the blonde at my back continued to stroke her fingers over my arms and back, her breaths panting in my ear as she watched my teeth graze the other woman’s neck. I could already smell their arousal, the heady scent heavy on my tongue as it tried to coax my own. Without wasting another second, my teeth sunk into her soft flesh, coppery metallic warmth pooling in my mouth as I took a long, sharp drag. A moan of greedy satisfaction arose, muffled, from my chest, and a small amount of blood leaked from the corner of my mouth as I adjusted, my hand fisted in red locks to keep the woman in my lap in place. Her body shook against mine, small whimpers morphed to soft pants as the initial shock of pain quickly numbed away to pure unfiltered pleasure.
High on her lust and my bite, her hips began to shift in my lap, the front of my pants quickly soaked with the wetness from her pussy drenching through her panties. Fingernails dug into my shoulders, reminding me I had another waiting for my affection. I ignored the breathy whine as I removed my mouth from her skin. Standing with her thighs gripping around my waist, her hips continued to thrust against my abdomen.
My eyes found the blonde’s, the sound of her heart pounded loud in my ears as she watched me with blown pupils. “Fret na, love. Ye won’t be left out.
She followed close behind as I moved us all toward the bed. My hands pushed the redhead back onto the pillowy surface, her hair fanned out around her as I grabbed onto the blonde, roughly guiding her between the other woman’s thighs. My lips found the blonde’s skin while my hands grabbed at her tits and ripped them from the molded cups of her lacey bra to tug at her rosy pink nipples with my fingers. I relished the breathy way her gasp left her lungs, my gaze heavy on the redhead begging for attention below us.
My mouth found the junction of her shoulder and neck, wet kisses marring her skin. “Beautiful, ain’t it? Seein’ ’er beggin’ ta be touched.” My hand wrapped around the blonde’s hair, tugging her neck to the side so I could run my teeth along her pulse point. “Don’ leave ’er hangin’ now, love. Be a good girl and put yer sweet little cunt on ’ers.”
