Page 77 of In the Mouth of the Wolf

We were greeted by a human hostess wearing a mesh mini dress and nothing underneath, her neck covered in puncture wounds and her expression vacant.

“Name?” she asked slowly, wavering slightly on her stilettos.

“Sanguinetti.”

Her eyes went in and out of focus as she scrolled down her list. “Oh, here you are, at Elder Sable’s table.” She looked up, a slow smile spreading across her pale face. “You’re a sexy one, aren’t you? Care for an amuse bouche?” She offered her neck to me, but I simply kissed her skin, my fingers trailing lightly over her nipple sticking straight through one of the holes of her dress.

“Some other time,” I replied.

She shrugged. “I’ll be here all night if you change your mind. This way.” She gestured with a finger, beckoning us to follow.

I tried not to look too much like it was my first time there, but my gaze wandered around the space as the hostess led us further back into the club.

The atmosphere was thick with lust and hunger, the scent of arousal coating the inside of my nose as I breathed in. Dim, amber lights flickered in shadowed corners like fireflies.

The ceilings, high and arched, were draped in dark silk, while sleek leather couches and ornate chairs were filled with my kind and their servaglios. Vampyrs conversed while women simply draped themselves in the periphery, offering pleasure in whatever manner their masters wanted.

Jen’s excitement was palpable, and I could feel her desire to engage in the activities building. Grace was mostly nervous, and I hoped it was over her fear of angering me further.

We were led to a recessed booth, the table small to allow for plenty of room in front of the upholstered, rounded seating. Elder Sable was the youngest of the Council, around fifty years old or so. His brown hair was still thick, slightly graying at the temples, and his violet eyes crinkled. He was making good use of the space already, nodding towards me as the woman on her knees in front of him bobbed over his crotch.

“I would stand, but…” He groaned, taking a sip of his drink and running his fingers through the woman’s hair.

I chuckled. “Yes, clearly. Elder Sable—”

“Call me Will.”

“Will, this is the rest of my servaglio, Jen and Grace.” They bowed their heads slightly.

The blonde woman on his dick popped up, her lipstick smeared. “Hey, girls! I’m Madison.”

Will grabbed her chin and forcefully held it. “Who said you could stop?”

She rolled her eyes and giggled, licking from his balls straight up his shaft to his head, before plunging him in her mouth again.

“Gotta keep a tight leash on the younger ones, their generation wouldn’t know respect if it slapped them across the ass.” He spoke roughly, grabbing her hair for emphasis. She moaned and he thrust up inside her, forcing her to gag.

“Yes,” I replied, giving Grace a pointed look. She recoiled, shrinking into her shoulders. “They certainly forget their place sometimes.”

Will gestured across from him. “Sit, sit. Take your cock out and relax.”

Jen slid in first and then I followed, wrapping an arm around her while I pointed towards my crotch and whistled at Grace. She got on her knees and went to work, while I flagged down a waitress. “Two whiskeys, neat.”

Vampyrs weren’t social by nature, and with San Francisco’s smaller population, I didn’t meet with my kind very often. Truth be told, I preferred the company of humans. And Marlowe, of course.

But I couldn’t say I’d never been curious about clubs like these before, and I was happy to finally experience one.

Clearing my throat, I started with pleasantries.

“I hear your Lunessa is expecting. You must be excited,” I said, shoving Grace’s head down hard until she coughed.

“Yes, but as you know, vampyr births are tricky. I lost my first Lunessa to childbirth around fifteen years ago. This one’s been on bedrest and sex is off the table. My servaglio is trying to make up for her, but I still find myself coming here most nights. I can’t wait ‘til the vampling is out, I miss her.”

Two women in the booth across from us fingered each other, and Jen squirmed while she watched, clenching her thighs together.

Will noticed her reaction, intrigue coloring his features. “You want to join the fun, don’t you?”

She looked at me for permission to reply and I nodded. “Desperately,” she whispered.

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