Page 103 of Their Blood Rite

‘They fuck them?’ I ask, a pit growing in my stomach.

He shrugs. ‘Sometimes. Sometimes, they just feed. And if the girls want to party with the rest of us after, they can.’

Dorian grabs one of the girls and bites her neck. He’s rough as he drinks, pulling her hair to the side so her neck is completely exposed. He clamps down on her shoulder to keep her still. After a minute or so, he shoves her away, wipes his mouth, and carries on talking to the guard.

Her wound heals instantly and she stumbles into the crowd to join the others in drink, food and company.

A female with shimmering skin takes her hand and pulls her onto her lap. After a minute, I see her slide her long fingers between the human female’s thigh and start finger fucking her. A male sitting close by reaches over and opens her legs wide, letting everyone see her exposed cunt get serviced.

‘How often do they come?’ I ask.

‘Twice a week. The fire is lit. The wine runs freely. And we get some entertainment.’ He nods to the brunette, who is thoroughly enjoying herself.

Why the fuck did they tell me to come here? Do they want me to watch them fuck these girls? Bite them and drink from them?

‘Anyone here can have the girls?’ I ask Kieran.

‘The girls can leave whenever they wish. But they never do.’

The brunette moans loudly.

Shaw takes another girl’s wrist and bites her. His other hand rests on her hip.

My insides constrict, and my throat burns at the sight.

Jealousy. I’m fucking jealous.

Hatefully jealous.

When I look at Archie, he’s sliding off one of the girls’ dresses. It tumbles around her ankles, leaving her curvy body utterly naked. The girl looks up at him with nothing but desire.

‘Dance with me,’ I blurt, turning to Kieran. ‘But don’t use your magic on me.’

‘It would be my pleasure,’ he replies, taking my hand and leading me on.

We weave between the others who grind and sway. The smell of sweat, alcohol and smoke is intoxicating. The lust in everyone’s eyes as they touch and kiss one another is enough to have my skin alight.

Kieran turns to face me and pulls me close. His hips press into mine. His hands settle on my waist, and his beautiful eyes meet mine.

Then he starts to move. My body becomes his willing puppet as his forehead meets mine, and his hooded eyes stare into my fucking soul. I’m unsure if it’s his powers or the tension in the air that has a need for touch building in my core. I need friction. Warmth. Hands and hips. He pulls me closer, pressing his front into mine as the drums continue to sound around us.

He spins me. With his palm flat on my stomach, he pins me to his body. My back to his front.

‘Thank you,’ I say breathlessly as we move together. I look back at him, relishing how he looks at me. ‘For helping me at the waterfall. You saved my life.’

‘I’ve been ordered not to mention it. But you are most welcome, Ashe.’

We dance as one. Moving in a fluid motion.

‘Do you belong to them?’ he asks.

‘I belong to no one.’

Especially if they’re playing with others, I can play too.

A faerie. A real fucking faerie.

‘I know what you are,’ he whispers.

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