Page 95 of Dark Souls

I hissed against Luka’s skin. Anger, jealousy but also intense pleasure were raging inside me all at once. Luka pinched my clit hard and sent me over the edge as I inhaled his sinful scent. I tried my best to hide the orgasm that was rocking through me at the most inappropriate moment. Oh lord, I was going to hell. Or maybe I was in heaven. I couldn’t even care which.

“Just another woman who would prefer my company to yours,” Luka answered with a smirk and my eyes snapped open, glaring at the side of his face. “Stick around if you like, and I’ll give you a lesson on how to pleasure a woman. I’ve heard you need it.”

“Pretty sure you should be doing that on your own time, not when you are supposed to be watching the cameras. A fight has just kicked off in the other room, Dealer. Now I understand why you were distracted. The Devil won’t be pleased to hear that.”

Luka lifted me off him so quickly, I yelped as he threw me down on the chair he’d just vacated. He grabbed the laptop off the table and swore loudly. He turned to fix me with an icy glare. “Stay fucking here.”

Then he was gone in a blur.

The man’s blue eyes stared intensely at my body as he licked his lips. He wore a black suit with a silver chain around his neck. He had a weird mohawk style haircut, but it wasn’t spiked up. Every finger adorned heavily, intricate rings and an expensive Rolex sat on his wrist. He gave off a bad fucking vibe.

“You’re welcome,” he offered, stepping up onto the platform and holding out his hand to me. I stood up quickly, ignoring it and narrowed my eyes on him.

“What?”

“I saved you from a dire fate, sweetheart. Haven’t you heard? Any woman that gets the attention of The Dealer ends up in a body bag the very next day.”

I swallowed, lifting my chin to show this man did not intimidate me. “Then I guess I owe you a thanks. Have a good night.”

I attempted to move past him, but his hand gripped my upper arm, halting me. He closed his eyes and breathed in so deeply that I felt bile rise in my throat.

“Get your hands off me or I’ll remove them myself.”

He opened his eyes and they turned to a deep shade of red as his vampire form took charge. The vile thoughts of what he wanted to do to me raced through his mind. “Fuck, you smell so good. The Dealer got you all worked up, huh? What do you say about getting a room together?”

Outrage and disgust had me ripping my arm out of his grip and punching him in the dick. He bent over, groaning.

“That’s what I say to that,” I hissed before zooming away up the stairs and out of his sight. I raced up to the top floor, using my vampire speed to lose him and darted into one bedroom, slamming the door shut behind me. The pounding need between my legs returned so strongly I crippled over, pressing my thighs together in an attempt to dispel the sensation. I needed friction. Gods, what was wrong with me? I just had an orgasm but the need for another one was even worse now.

“There’s my girl.”

My head snapped up to see a large, dark figure in the shadows. I squinted my eyes, panting through the burning need to touch myself and tried to focus on the voice. The person moved forwards into the candlelight and my eyes widened.

“Heathen?” I gasped, taking in his muscular body, curved horns and black wings at his back. His black eyes sparkled like gemstones and I fell forward into his arms, clawing at his body.

“I got you, Snow,” he husked, lifting me in his arms and placing me on the bed. “What do you need?”

“You! I need you. Oh god, it hurts. What’s happening?” I cried as the throbbing between my legs intensified to an unbearable pain.

I felt his claws roam my body, caressing my skin as I writhed on the bed, unable to get any satisfaction from it. I needed more.

“She wants us both.” Another voice came from the doorway. My head snapped at the shadow of a man until red hair came into view. “Isn’t that right, love? You want us both to fuck you?”

“Oh god, yes!” I screamed as Luka stepped forwards, kneeling on the bed and wrapping his hand around my throat, pinning me down.

“Use that tongue to get her ready for us, Heathen,” he demanded as those red eyes held me captive in the dark. “Because you know our girl likes it rough.”

Will It Be Enough?

Ihadjustbrokenupthe first fight, throwing the vampires into the bouncer’s arms so they could remove them from the event when another broke out between two more vampires a short distance away. My head snapped in their direction as one man threw the other across the room, smashing into the glass cabinet full of expensive ornaments. I hissed through my fangs, speeding over there and grabbing the vampire by the throat, hauling him off his feet as more commotion broke out in the lobby. What the fuck was going on?

My violent eyes darted around the mansion, realising every single male vampire was losing control. Their eyes were blazing scarlet, fangs elongated, and bodies jerked violently as they attacked each other. They were frenzied. And then it hit me too. The first wave of an invisible energy surged through the mansion and the most delectable and overpowering scent of a female vampire’s arousal overwhelmed my senses. My cock grew rock hard in an instant as I released a violent growl from my chest and snapped the neck of the vampire that was still in my grip.

I turned, inhaling deeply. My vision became a red haze as every cell in my body told me I had to give in to the primal need to breed. In all the centuries I had lived, I had never experienced anything like this. In a blur, I zoomed into the main room to find my chair empty and my gut twisted into something sinister. Where was Ilaria? Male vampires were jerking their necks unnaturally to find the source of their desire and follow the scent, many heading for the stairs.

Wesley was one of them. I sped up to him, grabbed him by the lapel of his jacket as his crazed red eyes looked right through me.

“Where is she?” I hissed.

---