The vampire wing was dark, as expected. A few vampires were standing in the hallway. Perhaps not all of them were vampires. Some could just be walking blood banks for all I know.
By the time we passed the fourth groupie, it was clear who was a vampire and who wasn't. You could see the lust on the faces. The occasional lick of the lips. The sweet smile. The desired filled eyes.
Lindi ignored everyone. She made a remark here and there.
"If you really want a great time, then Victor is your guy," she chuckled as we came to a halt in front of a door.
"I am not really looking for a great time," I said as the door opened.
"Hello, beautiful," a good looking vampire greeted Lindi with a dashing smile, whipping blood of his mouth.
"Who do we have here?" he asked before she could respond.
"This is Lumin, a wolfless slave," she introduced me to the vampire, whom I assumed was Victor.
"Welcome," Victor said and stepped aside.
"I have to run, but you have fun," Lindi said and half-notched me into the room. Before I could refuse the door was shut behind me.
Inside the room were a few day beds. Vampires sucking blood from humans. Or are they slaves? Wolfless slaves?
The look on Victor's face was predatory.
"Well, little wolfless creature, you will find there is plenty of fun to have here,…" he chuckled, his voice deep but not soothing, not like Luca's.
A shiver ran down my spine. Something more than fear washed over me, something dangerous. My eyes swept over the rest of the room, seeking another way out. There were daybeds. Humans, slaves, I wasn't sure. I don't reconise any of them from the Wolfless area, they were sprawled with dreamy smiles with vampires at their throats. Blood trickling like spilled wine. One of them looked at me.
"Run," she slurred before her eyes rolled back in her head.
Victor tilted his head, amused. "Ignore her. They all say that in the beginning. And then they beg to be taken again."
Victor was quick to close the space between us with unnatural speed, his cold fingers brushing my chin, forcing me to look at him.
"Are you scared?" Victor questioned. "Fear, or anticipation? Both?" A deep, soft chuckle escaped his throat. He was playing a game. His favorite game.
I swallowed hard before finding my voice. "I don't want this."
Anger filled me. Lindi did this on purpose.
"But you do," he tried to convince me, his eyes darkened, it gleamed with hunger. "You need it. I can see it in your face. Curiosity. Questions." His thumb brushed over my lower lip.
I took a step away from him. The woman who had just told me to run suddenly screamed. The vampire had bitten her too deeply. Blood gushed over the sheets, and the vampire feeding on her hissed. He pressed a tongue to her bleeding neck before walking over to us.
"Let me have him," he demanded.
Victor didn't move. He only smirked as chaos erupted in the room.
All the vampires left the necks they where drinking on and sped over.
"This," he whispered in my ear, his breath cool as frost, "is the part where you prove if you're prey… or something worth keeping."
And then Victor pushed me into the small crowd of vampires.
Their crimson-soaked mouths curling into ravenous smiles as their gazes locked on me.
I could not help but wonder if Luca's skin was burning. Am I in danger? I wasn't sure. I knew I won't die here. It was against the supernatural law for a vampire to kill. For anyone to kill without permission, for that matter.
"Take it easy," Victor said, his voice laced with amusement. "There is enough for everyone."
The vampires didn't hesitate. They swarmed like shadows with teeth, graceful and horrifying in their hunger. Their vangs pierced into my skin, all at once. The sting from their fangs didn't last long. The poison surged through my veins like molten gold pouring through my veins.
A mouth on my wrist, teeth piercing flesh, and another in the curve of my shoulder. They fed from every angle, drinking deep. Extesy wrapped around me like a warm blanket.
I writhed, caught between agony and an intoxicating rush that blurred the edges of reality. Their hunger became a rhythm, a pull, swallow, moan. My heartbeat thundered in my ears, then faltered, weaker with each drag.
Victor stood above them all, watching with his predatory smile, his eyes glowing with unholy delight. "Look at him," he murmured. "Already drowning in us. So fragile."
I tried to speak, to resist, but my voice was gone, swallowed by the weight of their bodies. My vision blurred. Every bite pulled me closer to a darkness that felt almost tender, almost merciful.
My body was no longer my own, only a vessel spilling life into mouths that would never be satisfied. My limbs grew heavy. My chest rose and fell.
Oblivion crept closer, whispering promises of release.
Just before the blackness swallowed me whole, Victor leaned down, his lips brushing my ear.
"Don't die on me, little slave. I haven't tasted you yet."
Then, with a sudden slash of his voice, sharp as steel:
"Enough."
The vampires froze mid-bite, fangs still buried in my flesh. The room went eerily silent, except for the sound of my weakening heartbeat.
My chest heaved, every breath ragged, my body trembling between life and collapse. My vision wavered in and out of focus, yet through the haze, I saw him.
Victor.
He moved slowly, deliberately, as though savoring the moment. His hand brushed over my jaw, his thumb smearing blood across my cheek as if he were painting me into his possession.
"Beautiful," he murmured, his voice velvet-laced with poison. "Your suffering is exquisite. They all wanted to taste you, but only I decide how much you bleed."
The others released me, stepping back with reluctant growls, their lips wet with crimson. My body sagged, too weak to rise, and Victor caught me against his chest. His embrace was cold but unyielding, like falling into a coffin made of silk and iron.
He tilted my head, exposing the mess they had made of my throat. His tongue swept over the punctures with slow, languid strokes, licking up the blood, sealing pain into a heat that sent a shameful shiver through me.
"You feel it, don't you?" he whispered against my skin. "That exquisite ache. Pain married to pleasure. I could make it last forever."
His fangs grazed my ear, not biting, just promising. "They would have drained you dry. But I… I want to keep you. A slave, half prey, half temptation. Perfect."
Victor was clearly a narcissist.
I wanted to protest, to push him away, but the words drowned in the thick pull of his presence. My body betrayed me, leaning into him even as fear clawed at my chest.
Victor's lips lingered over mine, hovering without claim, his eyes burning into me with dark promise.
"Oblivion or eternity," he murmured, his breath cool and sweet like rotting roses. "Which do you choose, little salve? I can give you either… but I warn you, once you're mine, there will be no escape." His breath slapped against my lips.
"F*ck you," I managed to get out.
"Good choice," Victor moaned before his lips crashed onto mine. He lifted me and carried me towards a daybed, kicking the human who was passed-out on it off.
"All of you out and take your food with you," Victor ordered everyone while his fingers made quick work of undressing me.
"Let's see what we have here," his voice reached my ears as his fingers reached my manhood.
I had no power to fight him off. I don't even know if I was compelled or not. All I knew was that I didn't stand a chance.
With his free hand, he took his own manhood out. "Do you want to taste it?"
I didn't, but something told me I don't have a choice.
"Don't bite little slave," he compelled me before pushing his erection into my mouth. With his hand on my manhood that regrettably responded to his touch, he rammed into my mouth, back and forth. At first slow, but then harder and faster, banging the back of my throat. The faster he rammed my mouth, the faster his hand worked my manhood.
"Swallow, little slave," he compelled me as he ejected deep into my throat.
"Your turn, my beautiful slave," Victor said and replaced his hand with his mouth. I tried to fight it. I didn't want to give him the satisfaction. He must have known because he released my manhood to compel me into submission. "Don't fight it. Give in to the pleasure."
That did the trick. I gave in to the pleasure, and he had me exploding into his mouth. He bit into my erection, taking the pleasure away immediately.
"I can give and I can take," he chuckled evilly before joining me on the daybed, snuggling into my body as if I were the love of his life.