Saxon stiffens, his rumbling growl getting louder.
“Oh, he did not just suggest that,” I mutter in disbelief. I can’t believe the audacity of Saxon’s twin. He must know that Xavier and Saxon have been lovers before. I know they spent time together during our downtime.
“What’s going on? What’s so bad about what he said?” Lila asks me.
Saxon’s entire body vibrates like he’s barely restraining himself from lashing out at his brother. “Being bitten by a whole clan is taboo. It is dangerous to the bite recipient because all the clan members are drinking from them, and it floods their bodies with so much venom, they don’t know they are dying until it’s too late. Mentioning it in polite company is foolish. There is an underground trade for such practices, and bite junkies are usually the victims,” I explain to Lila as she wraps an arm around Saxon’s waist to distract him
“Bite junkies?”
“Vilaxians who are addicted to venom and its properties,” Saxon says through gritted teeth.
Musette and Mehira, who are both still standing with Xavier, look shocked, their eyes wide and lips pursed with disapproval. Musette mutters some words to Xenos, but he ignores her, keeping his eyes locked on Xavier.
“Come now, I bet Lila would love a tour of the palace and to see your childhood bedroom.” I step in front of Saxon, blocking his view of what’s transpiring.
Lila frowns. “What about X?” she says, and I shake my head.
“He will be fine. He told me he will take care of this and that we are to take care of our guy. Remember, he hasn’t eaten. I bet a bit of blood will help cool his temper. He’s hangry,” I tell her, and she loses interest in Xenos, knowing Xavier will cut the idiot to shreds, and shifts her concern to Saxon.
“You’re right. I’m feeling a little peckish myself. The blood wine was barely enough to alleviate my hunger.” She jumps onto the idea of distracting Saxon beautifully. I wonder if Xavier said something telepathically to her.
It works, because Saxon’s attention turns to his blood rose at the mention of her hunger. “Come on, I will find us somewhere a little more private to feed.”
As I follow the two of them out of the room, neither of them looking backward, I realize the party has devolved and turned into a bit of a feeding orgy. Party favors in the form of blood donors have been brought in, and the feeding and fucking portion of the night has begun. No wonder Xenos approached Xavier, foolish though he may be. I’m sure once Xavier puts Xenos in his place, he will find us.
We wander quietly through the dimly lit palace, only coming across an occasional servant. Most of them are attending the party. Finally, Saxon opens the door to an opulent yet slightly musty room. He crosses the large expanse and throws open a pair of curtains before opening the set of doors leading onto the balcony, letting in a burst of fresh night air. It has a small chill to it, and Lila shivers in her barely there outfit, which was not out of place. In fact, it was a lot more demure than most of the females’ outfits.
When he turns back to face us, his eyes are glowing red, and his fangs are on display. “Oh wow,” Lila says, then she turns and stalks toward me, her eyes red and fangs beared. She waves a hand, and my suit disappears, leaving me naked.
“Lila?” I ask, wanting to make sure she’s okay.
She gets to me and leans in to whisper, “Just go with me. I promise it will feel good.”
I relax. I trust her with my life, and I hate that Saxon is upset, so I’ll let her lead the way.
“Are you hungry, my sweet?” She turns her head to look at Saxon as she runs a finger down the pulsing vein in my neck. I shiver at her touch, and my cock starts to harden. I love the feeling of Lila’s fangs in my neck, and it looks like I’m about to feel Saxon’s too. I can’t wait.
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
Lila
Ibeckon Saxon over to us, and he only hesitates for a moment, his lips pursing in surprise before his eyes hood and he stalks over to join me as I pin Link against the wall. Saxon runs his tongue up Link’s neck. Link’s head flops back against the wall, and he closes his eyes and moans as I do the same thing on his other side. I reach for his long length, wrapping my hand around it and pumping my fist up and down. He jolts as his knees buckle at my touch before he locks them in place. I lean in to kiss my cyborg, but Saxon threads a hand through my hair and yanks it to the side. He licks a line up my neck before turning my head so I can kiss him. His fangs nick my tongue, and my blood pools into our mouths. He groans and laps at the blood, swallowing it down. I’m panting and breathless once he pulls away.
“Get on your knees,” he orders, his voice guttural, his red eyes blazing with desire. I quickly obey, dropping to the ground. I wait patiently for him to give the next order, but he kisses Link instead. I watch in awe as he dominates the cyborg, their mouths mashing violently together. There’s a dribble of bloodthat trickles from their lips, and I know Saxon made Link bleed for him. I groan at the thought. Link’s blood is so delightfully fizzy and energizing.
I don’t want to wait, so while Saxon is distracted, I run my tongue over Link’s femoral artery, plumping it for my fangs, but before I can bite into it, Saxon’s hand is back in my hair, giving it a sharp tug.
“No, Lila,” he scolds and yanks my head away from Link’s thigh.
I groan, and my nipples tighten in delight. Fuck, sometimes you just want to be treated like a plaything. Use me like a fidget toy and push all my buttons.
“You will wait,” he orders. “Suck his cock first. Make your mate feel good, and then you can feed.”
Suck his cock? Yes fucking please. Saxon uses his grip to guide my mouth to Link’s cock, holding my head in place.
“Use her mouth like your own private glory hole,” he commands Link, who obeys with a groan. I open my mouth wide, and Link slides his cock into my mouth, my fangs scraping along the sensitive skin as he glides smoothly in and out. It’s not enough to make him bleed though, just to give him a bit of pain to counter the pleasure. It’s an exquisite point to balance on.
I use my tongue, sweeping it across his length, but mostly I just breathe through my nose and put my hands against his thighs so I don’t over balance. His thrusts start lazily, but he builds up momentum. As he gets faster, he occasionally stops with his long length deep down my throat. I struggle slightly, the intrusion making my eyes water and spit run out of the side of my mouth, but just when I think I can’t take it any longer, he pulls out and lets me gasp for breath.
