For a few long seconds, there was nothing but the rhythm, the music’s slow beat, her heartbeat racing, his hips grinding — and then he stilled, pulled out, and left without a word.
But then another cock was behind her, this one in her pussy, pressing in, invading and conquering. Fangs between her shoulder blades this time, the sharp pain gone in seconds, but the pressure unrelenting while he injected more venom into her, his cock moving slowly in her pussy while he filled her, took a sip, and then withdrew. She shuddered at the coolness of his tongue licking the holes, and then he jackhammered her pussy hard and fast — and much too deep. At her sharp cry, he backed off a little, not in speed, but in depth.
But this time, the ache inside her, the pulse of need, refused to crest, and it didn’t take her long to realize he’d injected the denial venom. Her muscles fluttered with every movement, her pulse trapped between wanting and never quite reaching.
He used her with the violence and speed only anold onecan manage, driving her closer to the edge, holding her there until it fucking hurt, knowing how badly she needed release, and uncaring that she’d never find it.
When he finally pulled away she was trembling and desperate, her pulse racing, her clit throbbing, and teetering on the edge of a climax she couldn’t quite reach.
The next vampire was in her ass before she’d caught her breath, fat and thick, spreading her wide. Five minutes in, his bite landed higher, at the junction of shoulder and neck, and the rush that followed was immediate, flooding her nerves and setting off the chain reaction the last had denied, and her orgasm took her to another universe, out of her body and back into it, over and over while he fucked her.Climax after climax, it was too much and not enough, pleasure clawing through exhaustion, every sound and flicker of light in the room sharper, more alive. Her body stopped belonging to her; it belonged to the rhythm, to the scene, to the dark tide of energy moving through the ballroom as she came again and again.
Vampires came and went, their mouths finding new places along her back and shoulders. Each bite was a different drug: one sending her soaring, another stealing the strength from her limbs, another keeping her right on the edge so she could only gasp and beg. The torches threw red light across sweat-slicked skin; screams and cries rose and fell in the distance. Somewhere, a whip cracked, while someone laughed too loudly from the other direction, and all of it blurred together until the whole room felt like the inside of a heartbeat, and time lost its edges.
One of the black-suited monitors released her wrists, helped her stand, and asked her what twenty times twenty-five was. It took her a second to go through twenty squared at 400, plus five times twenty is a hundred, so, “Five hundred.”
The monitor nodded and left, and two vampires stepped in, hands holding her elbows, the press of bodies steering her toward a low, padded bondage table.
“Up.”
She didn’t know which vampire said it, but it didn’t matter. She climbed onto it, palms flat on the leather, muscles trembling from overload. Around her, the masquerade of hell carried on: demons feasting, screamsechoing, chains rattling, moans melting into the low bass of the music.
Emmy’s knees pressed into the padded edge of the bondage table, her body bent forward, hips tilted up as the vampire behind her gripped her waist and his fingers dug into her skin. The air was heavy with the scent of cum and sweat, the ballroom’s red glow painting everything in shades of crimson. Her raw asshole throbbed as the vampire spread her cheeks and his cock pressed against the tender ring of muscle. She gasped, the casual, proprietary handling igniting a spark of need despite the exhaustion pulling at her.
The other vampire went to his knees in front of her and stroked his thick length inches from her lips.
He didn’t bother telling her to open, just touched the head to her lips and assumed she would.
Which, of course, she did — and then her breath hitched when the vampire behind her shoved, ruthlessly filling and spreading her ass with a searing stretch that made her toes curl against the padded leather.
She was nothing but a warm, breathing play-toy between them as they found their rhythm — one thrusting into her mouth, the other deep in her ass, their movements synced to the ballroom’s primal bass. Her body rocked between them, a vessel for their hunger, but her own desire was a wildfire that refused to die.
Her throat relaxed, taking the vampire’s cock deeper, saliva dripping down her chin as she moaned around him. The one behind her growled, his thrusts steady but brutal,each one sending a jolt of painful pleasure that made her clit throb harder. The ballroom’s sounds were a backdrop — whips cracking, moans rising, chains rattling. The entire room was a symphony of excess, and Emmy surrendered to it.
And then the vampire behind her slowed a little, the one in front of her sat back on his heels, and one of them called out, “Zander! Care to share our bounty?”
His hand slid up Emmy’s spine, offering her up like a prize, and Emmy looked up to see Zander and those impossibly blue eyes. His presence hit her like a shockwave, the massive black wings unfurled a tiny bit, his cock still hard, gleaming in the flickering firelight. Emmy’s heart stuttered when his lips curved into a slow, wicked smile, and it looked like he would agree.
He stepped closer, wings casting a shadow over the table, and Emmy’s world narrowed to him. Their gazes met, and the air crackled, electric and heavy, like a storm about to break. His eyes caressed over her like the softest touch, but then came the flicker of recognition: the moment he realized it was her. His jaw tightened, and her chest ached, knowing his decision had changed in that split second.
For several long seconds, neither looked away, the world around them fading to nothing, as if they were the only two in the room. Emmy’s body trembled, not just from the raw stretch in her ass, but from the weight of Zander’s stare, like he was seeing her soul laid bare.
Then he looked up, dismissing her as if she were nothing, and told the vampire behind her, “Another time, butthanks for the offer. I look forward to sharing with you later.”
He turned, wings folding slightly as he walked away, the crowd swallowing him like a tide. Emmy’s heart lurched, her mind spinning with what she’d seen — his flare of want, and then the sudden shuttering of his emotions, like a door slamming shut.
The vampire behind her chuckled, oblivious to the storm in her head, and resumed his rhythm, harder now, his cock slamming into her raw asshole with a force that made her gasp. The other one wrapped his hand around the back of her head and pressed into her mouth again, going deep and fast from the start this time, and Emmy let herself sink into the sensation, trying to drown out those moments of beingseenby Zander. The body dye and the extreme facial makeup had let him appreciate her before he realized who she was.
And clearly, he still wasn’t comfortable with the fact she’s a woman now, and no longer a little girl.Fuck, everyone in this room had once been a small child, and they weren’t being outcast for it.
And okay, he hadn’t outcast her, he’d accepted her into his home as flock, as food for his people, but then he fucking avoided her like she was poison.
The vampire behind her leaned in and interrupted her thoughts. Her entire body shuddered when fangs pierced her skin, and venom flooded her veins like liquid fire. Her thoughts shattered, all memories fading as lust consumed her. Her body arched, her clit throbbed, and her ass clenched hard around the cock inside her. Nothing existed except thecocks moving and fucking her, using her until she became need and want, yet another sexual creature lost in the inferno of the ballroom’s hell.
Emmy’s body was a furnace, her hips pinned by the vampire’s strong fingers, her knees aching from the movement as he drove into her raw asshole with relentless precision. Each thrust sent a jolt of searing pleasure through her. Hours of constant use, one cock after another, had left her raw and trembling, but still aching for more.
Her clit throbbed in time with the ballroom’s subsonic, primal bass. Whips snapped all around her, chains clinked, but she surrendered to it, trapped between two cocks, used as a vessel for pleasure. The vampire behind her growled, driving into her with brutal thrusts, each stripping away a little more skin, making her more and more raw, and yet, her desire was a wildfire, uncontained, her clit pulsing with every slam, every grunt.
Her heart stalled when a different kind of scream tore through the haze, sharp and jagged. There had been screams all night, but this wasn’t erotic pain, it was a bone-deep, terror-filled pain that had nothing to do with sex.
