Page 84 of The Monster and the Last Blood Match

“Do you see what you do to me? Taste me,” she demanded. He slid the finger into his mouth and sucked her. “That’s yours.”

“Fuck,” he said as he released her.

“Yes, exactly,” she said. “That’s exactly what I want.”

Beckham and Reyna stared at each other as the couples onstage finished their performance. There was a charged minute before Beckham turned back to the stage. Reyna felt dejected at his lack of response. Sheknewhe wanted her. He had proven it just then, and yet he still turned her aside. He still refused to choose her.

Madame Dee walked back onstage to a round of applause from the captivated audience. “Thank you, everyone,” she said, sweeping her hand to the participants. “Thank you. You are all free to use your participation cards as you see fit.”

“Well, that was the best performance I’ve ever seen,” Roland said, turning to face them. “I’d say you two enjoyed it.”

Reyna averted her gaze and prayed she wasn’t as red as she felt. All she wanted was to disappear with Beckham and figure this out or fuck it out. At this point, she didn’t even care. She was so desperate for him she was considering pushing people off of the stage bed to take him.

“Come along, darling,” Cassandra said to Felix. “I have someone I’mdyingfor you to meet.”

They disappeared into the crowd, and then Reyna was left alone with Beckham, Roland, and Sophie. Sophie looked impatient, but even she realized that this was a place of vampire control.

“Ah, there you are,” Roland said, standing. “I’d wondered if you were going to come after all.”

Reyna dragged her eyes away from Beckham to look at the person Roland was talking to, and her mouth dropped open. What the fuck?

“Penny,” Beckham said with as much surprise in his voice as Reyna felt.

And of course Penelope looked gorgeous. Her hair was draped over one shoulder, long with perfect voluminous waves. She wore a black bustier, fitted black skirt, and fishnet tights. Not as revealing as most of the other humans in the room, but then again, the mayor’s daughter wasn’t exactly like most of the other humans in the room.

“Sorry I missed the show,” Penelope said. Her eyes landed on Beckham, and Reyna saw concern flash into her eyes. Reyna wondered what the hell that was about, but the look was quickly replaced with malice when Penelope looked between Beckham and Reyna.

“What are you doing here?” Beckham asked.

Penelope shrugged. “Roland said you wanted me to come,” she purred, walking around the table toward him.

Reyna felt sick to her stomach. How could she sit here and watch her do this? He had just been inside of her, and now he was going to hang out with Penelope in a sex club?

Beckham gave Penelope a pointed look, but she smiled and touched his shoulder playfully. “I am still invited, right?”

Her other hand ran along her exposed collarbone and to the soft contour of her neck. She was tempting him, teasing him. Reyna watched Penelope flit her eyes over his head to look at Reyna and then back. Penelope was winning. Reyna could feel it. Whatever had transpired had wiped away everything that had happened the last couple of days. It made perfect sense that he would want Penelope, but it broke Reyna’s heart that it always came right back to this.

“Of course you’re invited,” Beckham finally said.

Reyna had had enough. She couldn’t believe this utter bullshit right now. She scrambled out of her seat. “Here, take my place,” she offered. “I’ve no use for it.”

“Reyna,” Beckham said softly, almost pleadingly. But she would hear none of it.

“No worries,” Penelope cooed. Without warning, she plopped down directly into Beckham’s lap. She looked into his eyes, draped her arm around his neck, and then giggled. “You look ravenous.” She tilted her neck toward him. “Have a taste, love.”

Reyna jarred at the near-exact phrasing she had used with Beckham. Her heart was beating out of her chest, and she felt like she might be sick.

“Penny,” he growled.

“What?” she teased as if she were innocent.

Beckham hesitated only a split second before sinking his fangs into her throat. Reyna felt paralyzed as she watched him drink from Penelope. She looked like she was in bliss with her head tilted back and her eyes closed.

Reyna couldn’t believe he would sit there and drink from Penelope. The one thing he always refused Reyna. She had thought it so erotic, watching the people onstage drink, and the thought of Beckham drinking from her was so personal. All of that gone in a blink of an eye. She felt ridiculous, but tears marred her vision, and she needed to get out of there. Get far, far away.

So, without looking back or a thought for her safety, she turned and fled.

Chapter Twenty-Six

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