Page 62 of The Sanguine Selection
Brother, Marek shouts down the bond, louder this time.
I am in complete control, I assure him and guide our little pet to the bar gesturing to the barkeep, a middle aged female vampire with a head of striking red hair and rare green eyes, to open up.
She bows and yanks on a golden pull allowing the curtains once hiding the bar to fall away. Beside me, the Blood Slave gasps, her hands coming up to cover her mouth in shock. And I get a smug satisfaction from it. Because this is no ordinary, human bar. This is how vampires drink.
Where one would normally see shelves upon shelves of liquor, instead are a smattering of humans. Ranging in all different shapes, sizes, colors, and shades, the humans are bound, hanging from the ceiling in rather intricate shibari knots. Cleverly designed, the ropes leave certain areas of their bodies open for drinking.
Each human is naked, cocks and cunts bared regardless of how they’ve been hung. Makes for easy access in case a vampire is thirsty for something other than blood. Already, members of Libarynn are lining up for the sampling. A man with tan skin and a head of loose curls is among the most popular.
He is bound upright, his arms over his head, thighs spread wide, and by the stance of his cock, he is just as excited to be here as we are to sample him. Funny, how some humans crave our bites while others cower from them. Personally, I prefer the latter. Fear adds a tang to the blood.
Fangs descend as the barkeep uses a dagger to cut a vein in his upper thigh. The human hisses in delight, his dick pulsing as vampires hold small shot glasses under the stream of blood, tasting him. I dunk a finger in someone's glass and bring his blood to my lips, making sure my slave is watching as I suck it off rather seductively.
Something flashes in her eyes at the sight, and a smile tugs on my lips. “You are jealous. Do not try to deny it. I can scent it on you.”
She takes a breath no doubt to rebuke my statement but quickly catches herself. “Good girl,” I praise, dragging the backs of my fingers down her soft cheek. “Since tonight is a special occasion, I am giving you permission to speak your mind tonight but only to Marek and me.”
She huffs, crossing her arms under her breasts, testing the seams of her dress. Fuck I hope they break and those luscious tits pop free. I quickly enclose my lips around those pretty pink nipples of hers and—
Mikhail! For fuck’s sake brother!Marek’s voice booms in my head.I’m close to shutting this shit down and fucking her right on the dance floor. Get a drink and calm your mind, or you might shatter my control completely.
I send a growl down the link but do not respond otherwise. He’s right, though I hate to admit it.
“I am not jealous,” my pet retorts, bringing me back to the present. “This is disgusting.”
“Is it?” I give her leash a tug and she stumbles, hands pressed against my chest and fuck if I don’t almost shudder at her touch. “If I remember clearly, you didn’t find it so disgusting when Marek and I had you spread out on that leather couch.” Her cheeks flame and I chuckle softly, skating my fingers along the side of her neck and up through the strands of hair at her nape. “He on your neck and me between your thighs, the taste of your honey on my tongue mixing with your blood. As I recall, I didn’t even have to hold your legs open, they simply fell to the sides all on their own, allowing me access to your sweet cunt. Even with all those other people watching. Or am I remembering it wrong?”
I watch her intently as the blush in her cheeks drips down her check to her chest. I grin as her pulse quickens, and her nipples tent under the shimmery golden fabric of her dress. And then my fangs descend as an intoxicating scent hits my nose, one of her arousal.
“I…”
“Thought so.”
Marek steps in beside our pet, caging her between us as I turn and face the bar. I have my eyes set on a pale woman with bright orange hair, her body smattered with freckles in the same shade. She is bound face down, her wrists and ankles cinched together behind her back. Her hair drapes across her face as I spin her sideways, displaying her bare tits, which are red from the tightness of the ropes.
Using the end of a blade, the barkeep makes a small cut on the woman’s nipple. She jerks, her body bouncing from where it hangs from the ceiling as the barkeep pinches the woman’s other nipple and cuts that one too.
Beads of blood form on the tips of those rosy buds and I extend my tongue over the bar, lapping at one, my slaves leash still held firmly in my hand so I know she’s close, know she’s watching. I squeeze the bound woman’s reddened tits, encouraging the blood to flow more freely as I latch on and suck. She moans as Marek tastes her too, both of us feasting on her bleeding tits. She tastes like fresh air, like a meadow in springtime just before the sun rises. Her blood is light and airy, almost floral.
I pull off her breast and back away from the bar, Marek close behind. “Still not jealous?” I prod.
She scowls, her little nose wrinkling. “What could I possibly be jealous of?”
“Oh, I don’t know,” Marek muses, leading us to an empty table in a dark corner. He pulls out two chairs facing one another and plops down in one, while I sit in the other. “Of our lips upon the flesh of another perhaps. But that’s silly, isn’t it Mikhail? Our pet doesn’t even like us. Even when we do this.”
He rises, caging her between us, his fingers latched to the arms of the chair as I encase our pets wrists in my hands and keep them firmly at her sides. I watch from behind our slave as Marek inches the sides of her dress over her tits. “Not here,” she begs. “Please. Others will see.”
“Maybe I want them to see,” Marek quips as her hardened tips peak out from the gilded fabric. He groans and cups her tits in his hands, running his thumbs over her nipples before lowering his head and sucking one in his mouth.
She sucks in a sharp breath but as Marek hums against her skin, her head falls back onto my chest, her fight fleeing. My nerve wanes, the desire to take her and bite her and fuck her warring within my mind. She’s so alluring, her chest pressing forward into Marek’s touch.
“You should stop, brother. She does not like it when we touch her, remember?”
Marek lifts his face, eyes bleeding into glowing gold letting me know his hunger is rising as his ability to resist her begins to fail. And I echo him as he reluctantly sits back in his chair and I toss our pet into his lap, leash clutched in his hand.
She doesn’t even try to cover herself, one breast still glistening from my brother’s mouth as I lean forward and drag the hem of her dress up over her creamy thighs, higher and higher. “Tell me slave, if you hate our touch so much, surely your cunt would be dry as a desert right now. So I’m going to spread you wide and find out if you’ve been a bad little pet and have lied to your masters.”
She bits on her lower lip watching me with dilated pupils. I know she’s enjoying this, I just want to hear her say it. I run my hands up her legs from ankle to knee and lift them over my brother’s. “Last chance,” I croon, grazing my fingers closer and closer to her smooth cunt. “Or you can tell me, tell us, how wet you are for us, and maybe then we’ll allow you to come. Right here, in front of all these vampires. Would you like that? All you have to do is admit it. Admit that you like our touch, that you crave it. Admit that right now, admit that your pussy is fucking drenched for us and I’ll have you coming in less than a minute.”
