He screamed and thrust upward.
The blood taste altered once again to let me know he had come.
Adelie yelped with her own climax.
I sucked at his wrist as the two of them wrung the sex from each other.
This time, I sealed his wrist for good and laid it across his chest.
Adelie collapsed on top of him. “Mm. Gwen. Isn’t he wonderful?”
“Oh, I can see you enjoyed him.” I patted her on the shoulder as she made herself comfortable. “Don’t forget to go to bed at some point, Adelie. We have a Challenge tomorrow.”
“Mm.” She groaned as she looked at the man underneath her. “Get hard again, Rinaldo. I want to go again.”
I laughed as I walked away. Poor Rinaldo. He would be so sore tomorrow and have very little to remember for it. Adelie would probably leave him some nice memories, though. She loved her little human pets.
I meandered through the rooms, looking at the faces of the humans and vampires, some engaged in simple drinking, other in more torrid sex acts. There was nothing short of an orgy in another corner of the room. I started to count the bodies and laughed when I got to ten, and I wasn’t done. I gave up trying to count. They were moving too much and were enjoying the pile they were in.
When I spotted Cato in a different corner, with a woman who looked frighteningly like my mother, I had to leave the room before my night was spoiled.
I walked through the now virtually empty dining room to the dance floor. More humans and vampires to watch, and I did revel in this. Adelie had been right. This was a much better version of the Blood Rite. Everyone, even the humans, was enjoying themselves.
I wanted to throw myself into the utter debauchery of the show, but I had a Challenge the next morning and waking up still drunk and probably sore, was a bad idea. I permitted myself one more human, though.
Watching the bodies swirl and loop, I spotted a few men who interested me. They were all starting to look tired, and it was going to be time to either bed them for real or send them home. I wanted one that was not overly tired.
A man on the other side of the dance floor caught my eye. He wasn’t tall, and he wasn’t breathtakingly handsome, but as Adelie’s Rinaldo, something was interesting and alluring about him.
Crossing the dance floor, I took his hand. “A dance, sir?”
He spun me out onto the floor and pulled me back into his arms. “With a gorgeous woman like you? Of course.”
I smiled, humored by his flamboyant words.
“You are utterly beautiful.”
I laughed. “I am wearing makeup.”
“I can see it in your eyes.”
I let them spark red. “Can you?”
“Mierda, that’s hot. How did you do that?”
“Come closer, I’ll tell you.”
I quirked my lip in a smile as he lowered his head to my mouth.
Sinking my fangs into his neck, I drew on his vein—
I jumped back away from him in the next instant, and spit the blood all over his face.
Poison.
CHAPTERTWENTY-THREE
~ GWYNNORE ~
