The idea of trying to work through this did not appeal to me.
I was absolutely disgusted at myself for forgetting that strong emotion could also come through the influence link. I needed sex immediately, and at that moment, my only good option was Nial, which wasn’t an option at all. Or…
The cowering figure of Samson trembled there, surrounded by several dead men. He stank of fear, sweat, shame, and piss.
He also happened to be full of the blood that would stave off my need for sex.
Reaching down and grabbing him by his shirt, I yanked him up to his feet.
Samson let out a piercing scream of pain when he put weight on his wounded leg. Unfortunately, he had no idea what pain was. Yet.
Wrapping my hand around the nape of his neck to hold him in place, I didn’t bother to put him in Thrall.“You were dead anyway.”
I yanked his head back and drove my fangs into his vein, scoring deep and tearing the flesh free. The rich red blood poured from his jugular, and I nearly came from the blood as it flowed from him. His screaming was becoming annoying, and after holstering my gun, I slapped my hand over his mouth to muffle the disgusting shrieking that served no purpose but to piss me off even more.
As I drank the free-flowing blood, another shot of lust pulsed through me. This time, with so much blood at my disposal, I was able not only to hold onto the Thrall that I had more than a dozen men clenched in, I was able to allow the massive orgasm to roll through my body.
This was living.
As the climax receded, I had to wrap my lips around the pulsing vein to pull the rest of the blood from his body. There was no reason to hesitate draining him to his last drop. Samson had served his purpose, and I needed the face that went with the bank bag.
I swallowed the last of his blood as his body turned limp, dropping at my feet.
“What did you do?”
I whipped around, my gun out, and nearly pulled the trigger before I realized it was Nial. I shouldn’t have stopped the impulse to shoot him.
“Oh, for fuck’s sake, you got it all over you. Gross, Gwen.”
I shot him.
The impact on his thigh jerked him backward, and he was barely able to catch himself. I was hoping he’d at least fall on his ass.
“What the fuck?! Damn it. Now I have to drink.”
“Take one, there’s plenty,” I muttered, kicking Samson’s body away from me. He was right, I had blood all over my shirt, but the orgasm was worth it.
Bleeding but wanting answers, he looked around the kitchen and back deck. “Are you holding all these?”
“I am.” I was quietly impressed with myself.
Perhaps my recent Rest had been beneficial—even if cut short. There was just over two dozen still alive that I was holding in Thrall. This wasn’t even pushing what I could hold, my power not even peaked.
Shaking his head, Nial took the closest neck and drained him dry.
The bullet squeezed out of his leg, dropping to the floor with a quietclink.
I was going to enjoy the memory of shooting him for a good long time.
“Johnny?”
We both whipped around at the shrill scream from the front door.
A woman came tearing into the room.
“Oh mah gawd! Oh, gawd! Johnny!”
She never had a chance to realize we were there. I put a bullet through her brain.
