The king clapped in enjoyment. “I love it!”
Luka tucked his shirt back in, and smiled at the king. The king was lapping it up, grinning ear to ear.
‘Weirdo,’I sent to Luka, but he didn’t respond.
“Monica!” the king snapped, and a brunette feeder wearing a red skimpy lingerie number pulled herself away from the wall she’d been leaning on.
The king leaned into Luka and lowered his voice. “She tastes like honey. She’s my favorite, but I want you to enjoy her.”
Mother fricker.I squeezed Luka’s hand so hard he cleared his throat.
The king noticed and looked at me skeptically.
“She’s newly changed. Days old actually,” Luka told him.
Thank God he didn’t mention my fragile feelings or I would have throat punched him.
The king nodded his head in understanding. “I see. A delicate time. You may take your pick of the men, my dear. Any one of them would be lucky to have you.” He gestured to the male models standing in speedos against the wall, and my stomach growled.
The king clapped his hands in excitement. “Did you hear that? She’s hungry!”
Now it was Luka’s turn to squeeze my hand.
‘You don’t have to,’he told me.‘I’ll tell the king you aren’t ready.’
I looked at him.‘We have to play the part.’I glared at Monica as she approached my man. ‘Touch anything on her body but her wrist and I’ll remove your balls and shove them down your throat.’
‘Yes, ma’am,’Luka responded.
I turned, leaving Luka to be with Monica, and walked over to the first guy I could find.
‘You like blonds? Interesting,’Luka commented.
‘Oh hush, he’s the first one I could grab.’I smiled at the dude.
‘Grab nothing. Wrist only,’he parroted my words and I grinned wider.
“Hungry, My Lady?” the guy asked me, and my stomach tightened into knots. Drink from a freaking human? Gross.
I mean, Iwashungry, but it was just so against everything I believed. This was by far the worst part of being a vampire.
“Does Mrs. Drake not find my feeders to her liking?” the king called over my shoulder and I froze, plastering a fake smile on my face.
“Oh, he’ll do fine.” I looked over my shoulder and winked at the king, who grinned mischievously at me.
Double gross.
Grasping the dude’s wrist, I pulled him away with me into one of the feeder rooms that I’d seen Luka go into.
When I stepped inside, I was assaulted with the smell of fresh blood and four different couples feeding. Luka was in the corner, Monica’s wrist to his mouth. As he watched me enter, his eyes sharpened.
Did Monica just moan?Oh hell no.
‘I’m going to kill her,’I spat at Luka.‘After this, you’re drinking bottled blood for the rest of your life!’
‘Yes, dear,’he retorted, and was that a smile creeping up the edge of his lips?
Let’s freaking get this over with.
