Total pages in book: 119
Estimated words: 112849 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 564(@200wpm)___ 451(@250wpm)___ 376(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 112849 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 564(@200wpm)___ 451(@250wpm)___ 376(@300wpm)
Speaking of finishing, the whore is coming now. I can taste it as I suck on her, the surge of flavor in her blood as she comes undone. My thumb is buried in her ass, my fingers knuckle deep inside of her cunt, and I feel her spasms around me. I pull out and slide back into her wetness, fucking her a few more times, and then I’m pumping her harder now, my hips meeting her face, my cock plunging deep into her throat. I feel myself start to get close, the pleasure building in my loins, my balls tightening up.
Bitrus dips his chin toward me, which means I’m being savage with my bite and hurting her, her orgasm mixing with her cries of pain as the warm blood spills over her skin and down my chin.
I nod and with a growl I come, filling the girl’s mouth, while Bitrus goes beside me with a thick metal chain in hand. We use a lot of ropes and leather straps in here—bondage is my speciality—but the chains are reserved for unruly vampires. I could snap a leather strap with just the flick of my wrist, but the chains mean business.
Bitrus brandishes it between his hands, the silver chains glinting red, his way of telling me that he’s going to tie me down and get the others to help if I don’t stop feeding. He doesn’t have to tell me though, the girl has already collapsed on me in a pool of her own blood that has gathered on my chest and stomach. She’s barely breathing and I don’t think it’s because I made her come to high heavens.
With a deeper roar that comes from the bottom of my chest, I close my eyes and unhook my fangs. The air in the room feels so cold against them compared to the warmth of her blood and flesh.
Bitrus reaches over and picks the girl off me like she weighs nothing.
I want to ask if she’ll be alright, but I don’t have the ability to speak words at the moment, only communicate through sounds. I watch as he takes her over to the baths at the corner of the room where two female volunteers take her. They’ll wash off her blood, clean her up, and on rare occasions they can give blood if too much was taken. We keep a blood bank for emergencies, if a vampire needs to feed and can’t find anyone, but we all prefer fresh blood, so sometimes we use our stores on humans who have been too depleted.
Bitrus comes back over to me. “You’re in a mood,” he mutters.
I slowly straighten up in the throne, staring down at all the blood on my body. I raise my hand to my mouth and lick the remainder off. It’s already losing vitality.
“I’m fine,” I tell him.
“You’re unsettled,” he comments.
He picked up that word from my mind without me even realizing it. “What’s unsettling is you accessing my thoughts,” I admit carefully. Vampires often have the ability to pick up on each other’s thoughts, if not emotions, but I have learned over the centuries to put walls and guards up to shield myself from intrusion. The only problem is that the walls tend to falter when I’m around people I trust.
“I take it you don’t want to discuss it here?” he asks, lowering his voice. Normally there would be no point to acting secretive since my brethren have a supernatural sense of hearing but right now, with all the moaning and groaning and sounds of skin slapping and fucking that’s happening in this room, no one is paying us any attention.
“Another time. Drinks at my place soon,” I tell him, getting to my feet. “I have to get to class.”
He smirks at that. “It’s a dangerous habit, Professor,” he says, mocking my title. “Feeding before class…”
“Means I’m better at my job,” I tell him with a wink.
I walk across the room past the writhing bodies to the private bathroom at the back, the dark hallway flanked by two vampire guards. I nod at one of them, Dessoude, who was my personal bodyguard when I was going through a period of upheaval after I was involved with the death of the king and father of all vampires, Skarde. I had become a wanted man, an enemy for too many, all of whom lurked in the dark with veiled threats.
But some time has passed and it turns out the vampire world was grateful that Skarde had fallen. He was too powerful and too linked to our past, when all vampires want to do is keep moving forward into the future. For many of us, the past can be a tomb.
I step into the bathroom and take a shower, washing the blood off, going over every inch of my body with scented soap. Even though humans’ sense of smell isn’t as good as ours, I take no chances. When I step into my professor role at the conservatory, I step into the role of a man, a human, and keep my vampire nature behind a mask.