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)
Until I notice why it smells like blood.
It’s everywhere.
The feeding.
For every couple or throuple or orgy that’s engaging in enthusiastic sex, there are vampires feeding, drinking blood with equal abandon, some of them fucking and drinking at the same time. Deep gasps and moans come from all around the room below me, and I know I need to leave this place. Even in my astral form, it feels unsafe, and like I shouldn’t be seeing any of this at all. It’s too dangerous for me to stay.
But I can’t stop myself. I’m too curious about what’s happening here, and there’s still a chance that the book is somewhere amongst all these vampires.
I slowly descend down to the main floor, looking for Valtu or the leggy vampires, but it’s hard to find them in this sea of naked writhing bodies. There’s just too much going on at once, too much to focus on.
Eventually I make myself look at the people closest to me. There’s a woman, a human woman, tied to an iron-post bed with silky ribbons, her legs spread wide open and her wrists tied to the headboard. She’s a pretty blonde, early twenties maybe, and her eyes wide are wide, her jaw slack with pleasure. She’s moaning and crying out as a vampire is fucking her and another man is sucking on her breasts with ravenous hunger. His lips leave bloody marks as they work at her but he doesn’t seem to be drawing blood.
I watch as a tall, naked, lean man approaches the bed, grinning. His cock thick and hard, a drop of precum glistening at the tip, and I recognise him as Aleksi. A chill runs down my spine despite the warmth of the room.
The woman gasps when she sees him, and starts to struggle against her restraints, but it’s no use.
The man currently fucking her pulls out with a groan, giving Aleksi room to slide in, and the other man steps away from her breasts.
“Not him,” she cries out but Aleksi only grins, his fangs sharpening before my eyes. He lets out a malicious laugh and thrusts deep into her, her body bucking under the strain.
“She’s afraid you’re going to feed,” the vampire who fucked her says, laughing, running his hand over his cock. He’s hard again, always ready to go, like vampires usually are. “We’ve already had her our fill of her earlier. She might not have much left to give.”
“I can wring water from a stone,” Aleksi muses in an Eastern European accent, thrusting harder and faster. “I’ll fuck her properly for a change. Get her blood really pumping. That will make all the difference.”
I watch as the woman cries out again, her body tensing and releasing in orgasm, her pussy clenching hard around Aleksi. She went from being afraid to coming hard in seconds flat. As much as I hate vampires, no humans can ever compare when it comes to sex with them. This is giving me flashbacks. It’s hot and sexy and deliciously depraved, and despite not having a body, I can’t help but feel myself getting wet between my legs.
My eyes are still focused on the couple, watching as the man who was fucking her goes to stand by the bed, his cock hard and ready, trying to put it in her mouth.
“Don’t even think of it,” Aleksi snarls at him. “She’s mine now. She’ll be useless when I’m done with her.”
“A woman is never useless,” the other vampire says, “even if she’s dead.”
Aleksi bares his teeth at the other vampire until he walks away, then Aleksi’s pupils go red and he bites down on the girl’s neck. I can actually hear his fangs puncture the skin in a sickening pop.
I turn away just in time to see Valtu striding out of a black lacquered door at the end of the room, guards stationed on either side. For a moment I am totally shocked to see him here in this setting, then I chide myself for thinking that way. Of course he’s here. He’s a vampire like the rest of them. He’s the one who let Aleksi in here, like he’s the doorman of this place.
Unfortunately my professor isn’t naked at the moment. He’s wearing black pants, bare feet, but he’s shirtless and that has my attention. His upper body is perfectly sculpted, smooth skin with broad shoulders, a wide firm chest with a light dusting of chest hair, and washboard abs complete with a treasure trail. He looks beyond powerful, manly, and commanding. I’m so grateful he can’t tell that I’m here right now watching him, or he’d totally catch me staring at him with drool on my chin.
Valtu looks annoyed, his dark brows furrowed, and he marches toward Aleksi and the girl.
“Who is watching you right now?” Valtu practically barks at him.