Chapter 18
I arrived at the VIP section, carrying a tray with Wade and Jager's drinks. My brow furrowed when I saw the booth where the guys had been sitting—empty.
I set the tray down in the middle of the table, my eyes catching sight of the cash left behind.
I knew Jager would reclaim it, but I liked standing up for myself.
I've been doing it all my life. My parents didn't raise me in a bubble.
They saw what the world was turning into and taught me how to fend for myself.
Jager slid the tip my way.
"Thanks," I muttered, grabbing the four shots and two smooth blood-wine glasses.
Shots and blood wine were like tequila and lime for them.
When they took the Spitfire shot, it scorched their tongues, blazing a fiery trail down their throats, igniting their dead hearts to beat—for just a second.
They craved that momentary heartbeat, even if it was fleeting.
The forbidden human liquor would settle in their stomachs, where the blood wine came in—to smooth over all the chaos.
"I'll be back—"
"We're here now, Snowflake. You're staying right here with us."
"Well, I don't want to."
"Is there a price for that?"
"No. When I told you to kiss my ass, it was an insult—not an invitation for you to pay me to do it."
"But we want to, Snow Bunny."
I rolled my eyes.
"How about I tip you more than what you're holding right now, and in return, you lift that skirt and actually let me kiss that pretty ass of yours?" She conjured the money from thin air, her eyes darkening to a ruby glow—an unmistakable trait of an elder, high-status vampire.
"Count what you've got, baby girl," she said, glancing down as I started counting the stack of bills.
I couldn't believe I was actually going through with this.
But I had a plan, and maybe doing something a little wild and ridiculous to get some money wasn't the worst idea.
There it was again—another piece of my soul slipping away.
I imagined it as a glowing white energy, thinning and fracturing every time I did something like this, something that chipped away at me.
Like, for instance, making someone kiss my ass.
"Five thousand," I mumbled.
She waved the money in the air, and I bit my lip, irrationally scared it might float away.
"Or better yet, Snow Bunny, why don't you just charge it to the card?
" She pulled out a sleek black MasterCard, flashing her wealth and power in one effortless move.
She didn't just want to prove her wealth—she wanted me on my knees.
At this rate, I'd be the one doing the kissing.
"I don't have a bank account," I mumbled, feeling a little embarrassed.
But, honestly, half the human population doesn't either.
We can still shop online, but we have to go to the nearest post office or mailing office—both, of course, run by vampires.
They place the orders for us, and we keep a receipt with a date to return and pick up our packages.
"How does ten thousand sound as a tip? And I don't mean this tip," she teased, gesturing toward her covered crotch.
"That would cost a lot more." She smirked, flashing her needle-sharp fangs, giving her that predatory glow—the kind that makes you want to run, the kind that devours you, drains you dry.
"What's the catch?" I asked warily.
She chuckled, glancing at her friend, whose eyes were glued to me. "Has there ever been a catch? All we want is to kiss that beautiful ass of yours. I mean..."
I knew it—there was definitely a catch. My breath caught in my throat, anticipation building as I waited for her to reveal it.
"We can eat it?"
Having my ass ravished by two vamps? Not something that happens every day—or ever, really. Vampires rarely find pleasure in humans; they usually go after their own kind.
She counted out the ten grand. I'd made so much money from them already, and I could make even more. I didn't care.
"Alright," I said, reaching to pull my skirt down, but she raised her hand, her jaw tightening like steel. "What?"
"Privately," she demanded, her voice dark and smooth, like a black hole swallowing space. Her mouth was poised to devour me.
"Downstairs, in one of—"
"Get out!" she suddenly stood, yelling at the others in the VIP section.
"What are you doing?" I asked, startled.
"Getting privacy," she said briefly, before turning to growl, "Out!" Her voice took on an eerie resemblance to Wade's, powerful and commanding. The room emptied as everyone scrambled for the exit, leaving only the two vampires, hungry as ever. They had been just as ravenous for my body yesterday.
Was history repeating itself? Wade gently guided me to the booth, positioning me on my knees while Jager stood behind me.
As Wade's fingers brushed against my skin, pulling up my skirt, I felt their cold, lifeless touch.
I hated how dead they felt, but somehow, I didn't mind it.
Something about the way they touched me made me tolerate the chill—and their money.
I glanced around and saw Wade kneeling beside me on the booth, her lips grazing the side of my face, planting kisses that made my heart race.
I winced when Jager's cold breath touched my cheeks.
Her hands squeezed them, massaging, pulling them apart, shaking them gently before finally delivering on her promise—a kiss as her "tip. "
My eyes snapped shut, heart pounding in my chest as Jager did more than just peck my cheeks. Her lips felt like soft, wet dew—smooth and supple. Her tongue moved with the same sleekness as the fabric of Wade's suit, which I was clutching tightly in my fist.
"Do you like it, baby?" Wade's rough voice whispered as she tilted my chin up to meet her gaze.
"Yes," I breathed.
"You hear that, Jager? Our girl likes it when we kiss her ass.
I'm next," Wade murmured, her lips brushing mine.
She kissed me softly at first, then her tongue slipped effortlessly into my mouth, tangling with mine.
I gasped into her lips as I felt something wet gliding across my ass, like a gentle wipe.
"What—"
"We're just pleasing you, Snow Princess," Wade whispered against my mouth, her lips sealing over mine in a deep kiss, sucking the breath from me.
I whimpered as Jager's tongue pressed into my tight hole, teasing and riming it. "Tastes like a freshly picked strawberry," she remarked, then slapped my ass with the palm of her hand.
"Oh..." I gasped, my arms trembling, struggling to hold myself up, but Wade held me securely. Her lips trailed up to my ear, still wet from exploring and claiming my mouth like a pirate savoring stolen treasure.
"I can't wait to devour that ass," Wade breathed, her voice sultry, each word dripping with promise. "It's going to be my main course and dessert tonight."
I moaned, feeling my will dissolve, leaving me with no choice but to nod and submit.
Just as Jager finished her turn, Wade eagerly took her place.
There was no mistaking her intensity—Wade was the rough one, always a bit on edge.
Sure, she had a quiet, calm demeanor, but she was like a lake—serene on the surface, yet once you stepped into her waters, you were pulled into the depths.
And that's exactly what was happening to me.
While Jager worked with precision and care, Wade was all messy and relentless.
Her fingers claimed my clit entirely, making me moan into Jager's mouth.
Wade's tongue, rough like sandpaper, worked in tandem with her thick fingers.
Without her final, unrefined touch on my tender asshole, I doubted I'd be able to finish.
Her fingers, easily a millimeter thick, plunged deep inside me, while her tongue traced the edges, teasing mercilessly.
"I'm gonna cum," I choked out, my voice barely a whisper against Jager's lips.
Jager added to the onslaught, pulling my breast free and squeezing my nipple like a tiny compressor. I cried out, my body trembling as chaos stirred in my stomach—just like the wild rush from their forbidden liquor.
"That's it, Snow Bunny. Let it out," Jager cooed, looking down at Wade, whose fingers were driving me to the edge, making me see stars.
"Make our girl cum."
And they did. Wade and Jager, with just one synchronized touch—Wade's fingers on my clit, and Jager's on my nipple.
My body crumpled under the intensity. This was the third time these cold-blooded creatures had brought me to my knees, but it was the first time I found myself curling up in their arms, seeking comfort.
And they gave it to me—proudly, eagerly.
I couldn't lie in their embrace and hate them. So, for now, I let my walls down. Tomorrow, the hate could come back.