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“We’re leaving.” His thighs tensed, about to stand—

The lights came back on. But this time only in the center of the room.

Fort stood there in a pair of trousers and no shirt. His skin was impossibly pale, his chest muscled and hairless. His hair was combed back, and his deep purple eyes regarded the room with a stare that sent a shiver down my spine.

He nodded and chains slowly lowered from the ceiling as he turned slowly, taking in everyone in the room.

His gaze slid to me and paused.

I sucked in a breath.

Draven growled, baring his teeth.

Nero turned his attention to Draven, and the males stared each other down for long, tense seconds.

“Draven…”

With a snarl, Draven slid his hand up my chest, curling his fingers around my throat, displaying his ownership of me to Nero in the most obvious and animalistic of ways.

Brody had liked doing that when he was punishing me, wrapping his hand around my throat, but this didn’t feel anything like that. Brody did it to scare me, Draven did it to claim and protect me. Goddess, I liked it when my alpha did it.

So I relaxed into his hold, showing Nero this was where I wanted to be, as the ancient vampire regarded us for another long moment, then finally his gaze slid away, moving to the woman beside us.

A witch. One I didn’t know.

He crooked his finger at her, and she stood, walking to him as if she were connected to a rope that he was pulling.

Nero didn’t drink from witches, he’d told me himself, and so had Ender. So was this little display for me? Did he think I’d get jealous and offer him my blood? I had no idea how a predator like him thought.

And the way Draven had tensed beneath me, he’d probably come to the same conclusion.

The witch stood there as he moved around her, her breath rushing past her lips, her eyes closed as if already in ecstasy.

Nero finally stood in front of her, his hands going to the neckline of her dress, then in one violent move, he tore it off her body, followed by her underwear, exposing her body to everyone in the room.

“Arms,” he said smoothly.

She lifted them, and he took her wrists, shackling them to the chains above her, leaving her exposed and vulnerable.

What the hell was this?

Nero turned back to the crowd. “Donte, Cassius, Ensio.”

The crowd shuffled around, and three males came forward, all vampires going by their extended fangs. The witch quivered, not from fear but excitement.

They moved in, surrounding her, and I watched in fascinated horror as all four males pounced on her. They bit into her flesh, drinking from different parts of her body, their hands in action the whole time, pleasuring her as they fed.

The witch begged for more, writhing, sobbing.

And one by one, the vampires gave her what she begged for, moving in front of her or behind her, forcing her legs wide, they each fucked her. I lost count of how many times she orgasmed. She was a trembling, limp mess by the time they finished with her, and judging by the envious looks around the room, this was a coveted position to be in.

It was my worst nightmare.

Nero finally unchained her and held her upright like a limp doll in front of him, his arms, one around her waist, the other across her chest, so he could grip her jaw to hold her head up.

He turned slowly, until he was looking at me again, then he dragged his tongue up the side of her throat, cleaning up the blood still on her skin.

I swallowed and sank deeper into Draven, and the tension in his body beneath me told me he was ready to explode out of his seat at any moment and take on the powerful vampire in front of everyone. Draven was incredibly strong, a warrior, but vamps were on another level, the old ones anyway, and Nero was definitely old.