Page 32 of Victory for Vampires

Thanking her, I eye the line of available options. The minotaur has no blue card, so he must not be interested in males. Farther toward the back there’s a handsome dark elf with a square jaw. He’s not blindfolded, and he looks my way with a smirk. A blue card above his head indicates it would be fine to drink from him.

Stalking past tables of chatting vampires, I pause beneath him to admire how handsome he is. Rough stubble lines his jaw, long white hair pulled into a messy bun. Pieces of it hang down around his ears. The sudden urge to grip that bun and use it like a handle hits me, and I clear my throat to mask a groan.

“Hello, vampire,” the dark elf says with a wicked grin, his teeth gleaming white from behind inky black lips. “See something you like?”

“Yes,” I breathe out. This is the best coffeehouse I’ve ever been to. My naughty mate has sent me to heaven with this recommendation. “I haven’t been to Grind before, but I am absolutely enthralled.”

“I get that a lot,” he says in a smug tone. “Drink from me, handsome. Or better yet, suck my cock while you drink from me.”

“Do you have a preference in locations?” I smile at him as I wave the bloodletting needle.

“Anywhere you want to suck is fine,” he says agreeably.

I laugh. This male is impetuous and sultry, two things I adore in a partner. I drag my nails down his thigh, watching his fat cock bounce against his leg. He grits his jaw, staring at me like he’d eat me alive if he could escape being tied to the wall.

“Locations for bloodletting?” I ask again as I inch closer, hovering my mouth over his dick, wondering what he might taste like.

“The closer to my cock the better,” he answers, stretching against his bindings.

His sensual words are giving me ideas. Like how we should perhaps invite him home and enjoy him with our mate.

“Noted,” I say with a wicked grin. His muscles tense and tighten, his cock bobbing to slap me on the cheek. Leaning down, I lap at the base of it, enjoying the way he grunts. I can feel his focus on me as he tries to rock his hips but can’t.

Striking, I bury my fangs at the base of his dick and suck him down. He gasps and grunts and growls, nearly snapping one of the restraints. Once I get a good blood flow going, I press the bloodletting needle to the wound, watching as his dark red bloodflows down the tube and into my latte. His scent mixed with the coffee has me ready to fuck.

I tap the edge of my cup as his blood fills it to the brim. Tucking the bloodletting tube under my arm, I lean forward and suck at the wound as he hisses. A quick lap of my tongue will clean the blood so the wound heals faster.

Black eyes flash at me, his interest obvious. He lifts his chin. “Our chemistry is obvious. Tell me you want to take this somewhere, because I want to take this somewhere.”

“I’ll ask my mates,” I tease, straightening away from him. “How might I find you if they’re interested?”

He jerks his head toward a small placard at his feet. “My info’s there.”

I glance at the sign.

“Diavolo, what a beautiful name.” I lap at the edge of my cup, his eyes following the movement of my tongue.

“Call me,” he commands, bristling the hair on my nape.

“I just might, Diavolo,” I croon, turning from him. But I sense his focus on me all the way back to the table.

Pietro’s eyes fall to my cup as I set it down. He leans over and grabs it, taking a slight sip. His second eyelid flashes over his eyes as he looks toward the dark elf bound to the wall behind me. He’ll have heard the entire exchange, so I don’t need to fill him in.

“Decadent,” he says. “We should definitely call him. Valentina would enjoy that.”

“Not just Valentina,” I admit with a laugh. “We are definitely calling him.”

Pietro’s crimson eyes flicker to the male again. He sips his espresso with a smile.

Behind me, the dark elf’s low rumbling is the perfect backdrop to a drink full of his delicious, sensual blood.

19

PIETRO

Three months later

Diavolo stands by my side on the training field at the Protector Academy in Hearth HQ. He wears an elegant charcoal-gray suit, long white hair pulled into a disheveled bun on top of his head. He leans in, brushing his lips along the edge of my ear as we stare at the giant renovated building the new Grand Portal Station haven was built inside of. “She looks fucking stunning, so full of joy and pride.”

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