“And?”
He smirks. “And my sweet pet is very territorial. Were I not already madly in love with Selene, yes, I would be tempted to explore something more permanent with…them.” He tips his head, indicating my glass. “Trust me, I felt the same way you did when I first sampled this. There are extenuating circumstances as to why I never claimed them, but I cannot and will not explain in more detail until after you meet them in person.” The love in his eyes as he looks at Selene nearly breaks my heart. “We were not meant to share a third for anything than the occasional sip, and this person deserves someone to love and protect them.”
By the time I finish the second glass, I truly feelverydrunk. As the driver returns me to my hotel, I’m lost in thought.
Absolutely, I want to meet the human who made me feel this way.
What I’ll want to do with them after that… I guess I’ll have to hope for a miracle.
After returning to the hotel, I retreat to my room, where the head of my security has already ensured that the bedroom windows are more than adequately covered. I take a shower, still lost in thought about the exquisite taste rolling through my system.
While I’m in there, I take my cock in hand and slowly start stroking. Lucius knows about Robert, and that I’ve had lovers across the spectrum. I can’t help wondering why he’s withholding even that much info from me.
As I close in on my first truly joyful orgasm in too damn long, I also realize I neither care about the person’s gender, nor Lucius’ reasons for withholding that info. All I care about is how I feel…alive. Pre-cum leaks from me as my hand strokes my cock. I wish it was a willing mouth or pussy—or ass—I was stroking into, but I’ll settle for this because of how light my soul feels.
A sensation I’d been certain a mere twenty-four hours ago that I would never experience again.
I want to hold them, tease them, feel their willing flesh squirm against me as I do all sorts of delightfully evil things to them, all while giving them as many orgasms as I can wring from them.
If that blood wasn’t from a sweetblood…
Fates, what will they taste like once I’ve coaxed them into the depths of subspace? Spanking their ass with my hand until they’re red and squirming—
That’s the thought that sends me over the edge. The first truly good orgasm I’ve had in a disturbingly long time makes me pump cum all over my hand and the shower wall and leaves me a little weak in the knees.
How much better will it feel when I spend inside them? Because make no mistake about it, I’m already determined to win them over.
Imust.
Even an hour after dawn, I still lie wide awake in bed and stare at the ceiling. Whatisthat feeling coursing through me?
Excitement. Anticipation.
Need.
I think the last one terrifies me, at least a little.
And it’sexactlywhy I will go to Club Toxic tomorrow night.
Because who doesn’t need a little terror in life to break up the monotony of a never-ending existence?
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Hmm.Blue, today?
I tuck a strand of hair behind my ear. It’s a cobalt blue wig, sort of a jaw-length pageboy with blunt bangs that hang just over my eyebrows. I haven’t worn it in several weeks because I was kind of stuck in a mood. Before that, I wore it pretty much every other day for about a month, until I got tired of it. It’s one of my favorites, though.
I always wear a wig. Sometimes they look “normal.” More often, they’re a color. The ones I wear to work at Club Toxic are nearly always aloudcolor.
Pink, green, purple, rainbow, silver, gold.
Yes, I think the blue today.
After fluffing my wig in the mirror, I remove it and secure my hair. The wig has to stay firmly on my head all night long during my shift. I won’t have time to screw with it.
No one at work gets to see my real hair.
