Page 32 of Vampire Sins
Angels needed to get fucking laid.
The first handof a Luke-lookalike ran up my naked leg and I shivered. So many dirty images filtered through my mind about the pleasure I was going to endure, as well as the pleasure I was going to give all the versions of Luke that lusted after me.
Then, just as the hand reached the apex of my thigh, I realized one slight problem.
My armor worked as a chastity belt.
The first hell-Luke ran his fingers over the smooth armor, growling with frustration and then trying for my breasts, but those were secure as well.
I gave Xavier a panicked glance. Luke had helped us in the first circle of hell. I hoped there was something Xavier had in mind that could help. Maybe he could smash my armor?
By the grin that spread across his face, he had a wicked idea—one I wasn’t going to like.
“What is it? What do I do?” I asked, panic rising in my voice as yet another Luke pawed at me, only to growl at me with frustration when I couldn’t be touched. I tried to see if I could offer pleasure by reaching for his cock, but the armor was even more secure around his waist than my own.
“My dear, you’re a vampire now,” Xavier said as if that solved everything.
Real-Luke wasn’t getting it either. He raised his sword. “Well if Sonya can’t seduce them, then—”
Xavier snatched the weapon out of Luke’s hand, taking advantage of him with his vampiric speed. “No,” he stated flatly. “No violence. That’ll just trap us here forever. Your sin isn’t like mine. Gluttony can be filled. Anger, however, must be diffused.”
Luke gave him a raised brow. “But the way we got out of glutton was to be… gluttonous. Why would anger be different?”
Xavier shook his head. “Each circle of hell works differently.” He bared his fangs. “My sin has been my burden to bear for thousands of years. I caused death and drained the world dry. I hated what I was.” He glanced at me. “Sonya shares my burden now. I’m no longer alone, and it has freed me from my hell.”
Luke frowned. “So I’m trapped by anger? I need her to share my rage?” He slapped his hands against his armor. “I don’t want this rage! I don’t want it anymore! I’m so angry all the time. At my mother, at Detective Anderson—”
“At yourself,” I whispered and Luke went somber.
I gazed at each of his lookalikes and I spotted small differences between them. Each had a scar in different places. A jagged hole where an eye should have been. A raking scar down one of his legs. Perhaps this was his anger for every wound he’d healed from, emotional and physical. I glanced up, spotting more men pouring out of the gaping hole of the arena and the crowd cheered, having gone deathly silent when I’d first spilled my seducing fog.
“Your bite,” Xavier whispered. “You can give pleasure with your bite.”
My eyes went wide and memories flooded back of when Xavier had shared that most intimate moment with me. A blood-kiss filled with passion, rage, and love. That was how I was going to save Luke, whether hell wanted me to or not.
The first fake-Luke that was growing the most frustrated gritted his teeth and his hand slipped around my throat and began to squeeze. I opened my mouth and bared my fangs at him. “Come closer,” I whispered, pushing all of my seduction and power into the command.
He lurched, no doubt his cock standing salute in his pants, but he obeyed me, coming in close enough that his lips brushed mine.
I ran my fingers down the hard edge of his neck, following my touch with soft kisses, and then I pricked him with my teeth. The instinct to flood his veins with my vampiric poison kicked in and I latched on harder. I was like a snake, venom in me ready to be injected into my prey.
Fake-Luke slumped at my side, his eyelids fluttering closed in bliss as he moaned with relief and his rage ebbed out of him as if it’d never existed at all.
I scrambled to my feet and took the next one, biting down without reservation with the slick poison still wet on my fangs
Working my way through the entire army, I put down Luke’s pain, his anger and his rage that he couldn’t let go, not just with the powers of a succubus, but with the vampiric power of the Queen of the Damned.
When I finished, the long row of fake-Luke’s writhed in sated pleasure, their moans filling the arena, and then the bottom dropped out and the crowd booed us as we dropped into the third circle of hell.
It was time to get Nate to join in on the fun.
Destruction in Detroit
Nate
I was so fuckingsick and tired of hiding. The only thing that kept me from going outside was the snow. I fucking hated snow. And Detroit. And the world.
“Will you stop brooding?” came a familiar British lilt.
