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She was moving before the words had even finished leaving my mouth, both of them frantic as they tugged their panties off and scrambled to press their greedy cunts together. I gripped my dick through my pants as I watched them start to grind together, their loud moans ringing in my ears as I tried to feel the same pleasure they were. I gave up with an annoyed grunt and a semi-hard dick, the wet sloppy sounds of their pussies spurring me to move forward and latch onto the blonde’s neck to feed instead. She cried out, a mixture of pleasure and pain, before she was back to mindlessly humping. Her hands gripped the redhead’s thighs, both of their hearts thumping erratically, loud and unhinged.
My hand tangled in the blonde’s hair again, holding her neck in place as I fed. It had been years since I had been able to fuck and feed with such abandoned passion as I once had.More often than not, I fed without even getting hard. I could, if I really put some thought into it, but then again,what was the point?Although I still fucked often, it wasn’t the same as when bleeding a whore.
Their cries had grown louder, both of them close to an orgasm, and I pulled my teeth from the blonde, grabbing onto the redhead's hand to bite her wrist instead. She bellowed at the contact, more pleasure pulsing through her veins, causing her hips to shift with new vigor. Her blood was sweet on my tongue as they came in unison, blood smeared between them as I let go, their wounds taking a moment to seal over as they crashed into one another in a blissful pile.
With a sigh, I pushed up off the bed and returned to my drink, full of their blood but only partially satisfied.The ice tinkled in my glass as I raised it to my lips, eyes watching the pair slowly rise from the bed and smile at me.
The blonde licked her lips, her hands gliding along her body, groping herself for me, both of them still heavily intoxicated by the pheromones in my bite. “You aren’t full yet, are you?”
My eyes tracked the redhead as she languidly slid from the edge of the bed, her bare feet gliding along the floor until she stood just before me. My brow raised at her sudden boldness as she grasped the edge of my glass with her fingers and lightly pulled it away, setting it back down on the table beside me.
Her blown eyes peered up at me, the bite marks on her neck framed by little dark bruises and dried blood. Her warm palms met my bare chest, and her fingernails dug into the flesh as she leaned into me, lips parted with need. “Take more,please.” Her neck arched with the sweet, pleaded word, offering herself to me.
I chuckled, my breath ghosting over her skin as I ran a single finger over her marks, her body shuddering with pleasure. “Greedy,fraochÚn.”
A flash of blonde hit my peripheral vision before a pair of hands landed on me, and the other woman gripping onto my arm pressed tight against my body, just as needy as the one before me. “No, useme.Take from me.”
My fangs ached to pierce their flesh with their begging, and my sad dick gave a half-hearted jump.We used to love a good round of begging.My tongue came out to wet my lips, fang catching on my lip as I smiled down at her. “Since ye asked so nicely—”
The door to my room slammed open, the blast of the club’s music loud and jarring. My sentence died on my tongue, icy gaze snapping to the guard who dared to disturb me.
He fell to his knees, the women around me instinctively cowering away from me and the roil of anger crowding the space. “Ye ’ave a death wish, boy?”
“No, sir, my apologies, I just have news.” He didn’t dare look up, his voice trembling, “Importantnews, sir.”
My teeth ground together. “Spit it out t’en.”
“There’s been an incident. Some of the ghouls escaped their confines.” He paused with an audible swallow. “And it appears as if they’ve found a way into the city, sir.”
A loud sigh of disgust leaked through my nose. “Ye interrupted my supper for tha’?” I scoffed and his eyes finally raised enough to see my gesture to rise. “Get up an’ take care o’ them, ye damn eejit.”
The guard scrambled to his feet, nodding fiercely. “Of course,” his eyes flicked nervously between the girls before he grabbed the handle of the door, “my apologies.”
With the click of the door, I opened my arms, meeting both of the women’s eyes one by one, enthralling them back into a calm state. “Na, where were we?”
Ottavia
Chapter Four
My brother was dead and Eoin Ó Ceallaigh was the cause.
It was his duty to keep the ghouls’ numbers under control, to keep them locked within the concrete and electric barrier concealing the Wastes beyond the city, and he failed. Failed so spectacularly that on an ordinary night, during what should have been a typical meeting with a dealer, my brother was massacred.
Lupo, an older werewolf that was my father’s right-hand man and my fiancé, was now serving in my brother’s place. He worked hard to keep the news of my brother’s death under wraps, so that only immediatefamigliaknew, until we had our next plan of action.
A death in the main branch could be seen as a potential weakness by outsiders, and the last thing we needed right now was a hostile invasion. Especially when a werewolf was so close to being in charge of the La Rosa Mafia.
Relations between vamps and the wolves were notably volatile.
Vampires were created through an exchange of blood so their numbers continued to grow, whereas werewolves were born. As their females continued to struggle to carry to term, their numbers plummeted as the decades wore on. Within the last few hundred years, werewolves had sided with humans in the escalating war against the vampires because what humans lacked in physical and preternatural strength, we made up for in sheer volume.
The energy in the compound was tense and unsettled. Despite the attempt to keep my brother’s death buried, within hours everyone knewsomethinghad gone down.
I, especially, was on edge.
Grief and hatred warred within me. Anger burned under my skin, roiling like magma under the crust of the earth, seeking a crack. Lupo was trying to send me to my room as though I were a disobedient child. Logically, I knew he was just trying to ensure my safety, but amid my grief it felt like he was tossing me away.
“I do not have time to discuss this, Ottavia,” Lupo had said, warm palms caressing my bare shoulders. My father was with my brother’s body as thefamigliamortician prepared it for burial.
