10. Vesper
Princess Aurelia was like a queen sitting on her throne with the way her presence overtook the red velvet love seat. She was all-consuming. A woman who knew her worth and knew the power she held over every single person in the room.
And then there was me. Her obedient guard. Her peasant. Kneeling right between her legs and ready to serve.
It wasn’t a position I found myself in often. My whole life had been spent in servitude to my family and the secret organization that employed us…but never did I allow myself to be degraded in such ways. Especially in front of others.
The princess knew this. She looked down at me with a sly smirk, her eyes taunting me into the challenge she thought this would be for me. She thought I would crack under the pressure. Thought I would make a half-assed attempt at this and come to regret my actions with her little magic mishap.
I could hear the teasing sound of her voice weaving through my mind. Come on, little mouse, show me what you got.
But little did she know, this wouldn’t be a challenge for me at all. She could gloat all she wanted, but she wouldn’t be faking anything here with me. Like I said, I never degraded myself in such ways.
But bringing pleasure to a woman? That would never be something to be ashamed about. I agreed to accompany her tonight knowing what awaited us behind closed doors. That solidified me as her partner tonight, no matter the circumstances that brought me here.
And the only thing that would be shameful about our interaction was the spoiled princess faking it.
I could feel the eyes of the others on me. The older male vampire from earlier was still sitting on the couch right behind me, his stare heavy on the back of my head. I think they said his name was Fredrick but in all honesty, remembering his name wasn’t important in the moment. His partner Dalia’s stare was a lighter one that I could feel bouncing between me and the princess. I could hear her rapid breathing. Feel the tension rising in the room.
The longer I kept eye contact with the princess, the more the voices around us turned to whispers.
So this is what the vampires do in their free time.This is the type of blackmail they use against each other.
But what I didn’t understand was: If there were so many vampires in this house, then how could it be that this served as a purpose for blackmail? These vampires didn”t seem all that nervous about the things they did behind closed doors.
Maybe that’s it. Maybe it’s not the fear of blackmail that keeps them doing this…but the excitement.
Vampires lived for hundreds, if not thousands, of years. What else was there to look forward to other than sex and drugs? Adding in the excitement of blackmail only heightened it. The possibility that at any moment someone outside would find out what they did here and call them out on their shit.
But that too was just a boring facade put on by the vampires. Just like the princess.
I bet your father knows you’re here, I wanted to say as I leaned into her with a smirk. I bet he asked you to come on his behalf. Get close to these people in exchange for the worst-kept secrets in the vampire world.
I let my hands wrap around the princess’s ankles, squeezing them before I began to rub small circles on her calf as I traveled up her smooth legs.
Her breath hitched at this, her eyes widened just the tiniest amount.
That’s right.
“So tense, princess,” I murmured as my hands reached her upper calf. “Did someone forget their massage today?”
Annoyance flashed across her features, but she hid it quickly, settling back into the chair and spreading her legs further for me. The sight of her wet underwear bared to me had my heart skipping a beat.
The remnants of the venom were still fighting in my system, begging to be noticed. But it was the challenge she so kindly provided for me that pushed me forward. The need to prove her wrong.
Normally, I would have let it go, but there was something in her stare that wouldn’t allow me to. A cockiness that told me how little she thought of me.
The dress fell on either side of her thighs, the thin material that had been keeping her somewhat modest, gone. Her thin red lace underwear left nothing to the imagination and gave me a perfect look at the wet folds of her cunt. A sight that caused my mouth to water—when it shouldn’t have.
“It’s because you’ve been a little tease,” she said with a breathy sigh as my hand traveled up and over her knee and to her thigh. I dug my fingers into the muscles, enjoying how she jumped. Her legs widened even more, her movements enticing me closer.
I was so close, I could almost taste her on my tongue.
“Oh, but isn’t that what you love most about our time together, princess?” I asked with a sly smirk before turning my head to the side and brushing my lips against her inner thigh. With careful hands, I slipped her leg over my shoulder and licked the skin I had just kissed. Her hips gave a slight jerk. “Better than what that brute can do? A two-pump chump, I think you called him?”
There it is. The true anger I had been waiting to see flashed across her face.
Her hand shot forward to tangle in my hair, her leg fell off my shoulder, and I was forced up to her for what I thought was a kiss until she yanked my head to the side and buried her teeth into my neck.
I couldn’t stop the groan that fell from my lips. Searing hot pain moved through my neck and shoulder as her fangs ripped through layer after layer of flesh. Even without the venom fully catching up, the pain settled sweetly in my belly.
“Impatient, are we?” I forced out. The only answer I got was a large gulp of my blood. Heat ran through me, causing my core to clench. The venom was working fast because of how deep her fangs were inside me. There would be no fighting it, and sooner rather than later, the same need I experienced for her in the car would overtake me.
I wrapped my arm around her waist and hoisted her closer. Her body melded against mine, her breasts pushed into my chest, and her hips ground against me, reminding me of my duty.
She was unrestrained. Using the pain and heat from the venom to put me in my place.
But it fanned the flames of hatred I had for her. I let the heat control my movements. Let myself fall into the uncontrollable lust for the person who had single-handedly held the puppet strings over my and my family’s lives.
I skipped trailing my fingers against her inner thigh like I wanted to and went straight to the small fabric covering her cunt. Wet. She was so unbelievably wet. But it wasn’t disgust that ran through me. It was need. The need to get her off. The need to watch as she lost herself in front of all these vampires. As she embarrassed herself by calling out for her guard while her rich vampire prince was waiting for her at home.
Need so strong that it had me slipping my hand into her underwear and running my fingers through her wet folds. She gave a hard jerk against me, trying desperately to force me to slip my fingers into her cunt.
Didn’t want to be finger-banged by a human, huh?
But her movements told me the exact opposite. She was pulling me closer. Holding me tighter. Even pausing her drinking as I got close to where she wanted me the most.
Needy. Just as needy as she was making me. Her light moan had the thin straps holding me back snapping entirely.
I placed my thumb on her clit, circling it while my fingers teased her entrance. Forcing two of them in to give her just a taste before pulling them out. The whine she let out was nothing like what I had heard from her until that very moment. High-pitched and wanton.
Is she acting? She couldn’t have been. Not when she tried to inch closer and closer each time my fingers pushed into her.
“So wet already, princess?” I asked, my voice coming out hoarser than I intended. Finally, I sank two digits into her. She stopped her feeding and froze against me, allowing me to fully fit my fingers inside her. I pushed the heel of my palm against her clit, grinding against it as I rocked my hand between her legs.
There was a noise from behind us. One not too dissimilar to the ones the princess was making herself.
Heavy breathing. Light moans. The sound of fingers fucking a wet cunt.
Her friends decided to have a little fun too.
“Are you watching them while I fuck you, princess?” I whispered. “Seeing how much they enjoy hearing your wet cunt as you greedily suck in my fingers?”
Her grip on me tightened, and she took another gulp of my blood. Her groan came from deep in her chest.
“Fuck, daddy,” Dalia moaned from behind us. “I want to share her. May I, please?”
“Let her have her fill, Dalia. Afterward, maybe,” he replied.
Being reminded there were people in the room should have jolted me, but instead I began to pound my fingers into her cunt to match the pace of the couple behind us. She had me in a vise, gripping me so hard I feared she might come right then and there.
“Don’t tell me you’re going to come already?” I asked with a light laugh. “Is it all the people watching how bad you’re being, or have you truly been so deprived since our last meeting that you’ve been?—”
The moment was broken. No longer was the princess bending to my will and grinding on my hand. She needed to remind me who was in charge.
Her fangs were ripped out of me, and she used her inhuman strength to force me between her legs, my fingers still in her sopping cunt.
“You talk too much,” she growled and planted her leg on my shoulder. “Make your mouth more useful.”
I couldn’t help but laugh at her actions. The princess was realizing how it felt to lose control.
“Your wish is my command,” I purred.
Without hesitation, I all but ripped her underwear off before diving straight in.