Page 75 of In the Mouth of the Wolf

And besides, dead bodies left too many questions, and if discovered, a mob of angry humans could too easily destroy one of us.

But I’d also heard that the amount of blood imbibed when draining a human could induce the most exquisite orgasms for weeks. Orgasms I could share with my Lunessa.

Yes, this was sounding more appealing by the minute. In fact, it was almost poetic – Grace’s final act would help prove how wrong she was about Marlowe’s bedroom proclivities.

“As well as I can be, given the circumstances,” I replied.

“Circumstances being your ex-Lunessa’s currently getting railed by a bunch of jacked werewolves?” Grace added, blowing a piece of hair out of her face after finally joining us.

I clenched my jaw and closed my eyes.I can’t kill her in an airport full of humans, I can’t kill her in an airport full of humans…

“Dammit, Grace, what the hell is wrong with you?” Jen responded on my behalf.

Grace sighed, unwittingly signing her own death warrant. I doubted I could last the whole week if she kept this up.

“Come, I have a suite at the Hotel Monteleon. Why don’t you two freshen up there and rest? We’re expected at Sang Noir tonight.”

Jen’s eyes lit up in anticipation. Sang Noir was a vampyr club, one of only four in the country – the other three being in LA, Miami, and Atlanta.

Thanks to New Orleans’ association with fictional vampyr tales, desperate women came to the city in droves looking for beautiful males to role-play their blood sucking fantasies with. For actual vampyrs, it made for the perfect hunting ground, and my kind had flocked here for the steady stream of willing women ready to be bit, fucked, and forgotten.

It was a fitting place to bid adieu to my servaglio.

I winked at Jen, running my tongue over my sharpening canine suggestively, but the invitation made me nervous. One of the elders from the Council had reached out after our meeting, asking if we could speak more on my relationship with Marlowe. He had said he was rethinking his support of this whole campaign, and I needed to convince him otherwise.

Grace didn’t stop talking the whole way back to the hotel, and I was starting to consider getting her a separate room. How she had such little self-awareness was baffling to me. I returned none of her affections, shot down all of her sightseeing plans, and ignored her questions more times than I could count.

Yet she blathered on, completely undeterred.

She disappeared into the bathroom as soon as we arrived and Jen cleared her throat, speaking quietly. “It’s okay, Mike. She’s getting on my nerves, too. She told me on the flight that she thinks she can replace Marlowe, and that’s her goal while she’s here.”

I whipped my head around to face her and seethed. “She saidwhat?”

“She really doesn’t have a clue. Look, I know it’s not my place to have any kind of say over your servaglio, but…”

I placed my phone on a side table and walked up behind her, pulling her into my chest and grabbing her throat. She relaxed into me while my grip tightened, her immediate submission hardening my cock. “Jen, as my second, you are always entitled to have an opinion on anyone below you. Speak your mind.”

She released a breathy moan, arching her back and pushing her round, curvy ass against my dick, rocking back and forth. “You can do better than Grace. She doesn’t deserve you. She doesn’t understand you or what you have with Marlowe. She’ll always be jealous she’s not your Lunessa.”

“Mm, and you’re not?” I asked, my teeth grazing the thin skin of her neck.

“Never,” she sighed. “I’m only jealous of you for getting to fuck her.”

My hand wandered down under the band of her leggings, finding her dripping wet. She gave a sweet little gasp as I slipped a finger into her cunt, running it along her inner walls while she squirmed and writhed in front of me.

“Such a good girl, Jen. The perfect second. Would you like a reward for your behavior?”

“Yes,” she groaned, tilting her head further to the side.

I added a second finger, whispering in her ear, “What would you like?”

She reached a hand up and grabbed my hair. “Whatever you want to give me.”

My cock throbbed in response. “Good answer.”

My teeth sank into her neck as I pushed against her G-spot. Her orgasm tore through her as she panted and whimpered, her knees buckling from the pleasure. Blood dripped onto the carpet, the coppery tang filling my mouth.

After drinking my fill, I licked the wound on her skin closed and led her closer to the bed, pushing her down on her stomach and pulling her leggings and underwear down and off. Her ass rose beautifully in the air, slowly circling in anticipation.

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