Chapter 14
When they reached the main field, Emmy scanned for their group and found Rhea and Toby waving from a blanket. She dropped down beside them while Delaney stayed upright and twenty feet away, arms crossed, eyes always scanning.
The opening band played familiar cover songs, and Emmy stretched out on the blanket, enjoying the breeze and the music, but when she saw someone with reindeer chili cheese fries, her nose picked up the scent, and her stomach rumbled. No matter she’d eaten less than an hour before.
“Anyone want to split one of those huge buckets of fries with the reindeer chili and cheese on them? Also, I can’t decide between hot chocolate or one of the craft beers.”
Lana had arrived, and she said, “I want halibut tacos and beer, but I’ll walk to food row with you.”
Her phone dinged, and she looked at it to see a text from Felix. “I’m getting a falafel wrap and a smoothie. You want something?”
Something dinged in her head at the falafel, and she responded, “Did you check the coterie app? Are these vendors listed?”
The app listed around eighty restaurants, and what the flock could eat on their menus.
Other shifters could change if they ate garlic, or too much onion, but Emmy had to get someone to take her to the Atrium to change, so it wasn’t as easy for her — and if a vampire complained about there being a taste of garlic or onions in their blood, they paid a fine to the vampire of one week of their pay, plus they had to hold a soapy enema for an hour while having their mouth washed out with soap for ten minutes, and they weren’t allowed to rinse until after they’d evacuated the enema.
Thirty seconds later he responded, “Crap. Thanks for reminding me. Looks like I have to decide between eating what I want and then changing on the way home, or getting a salad with tofu, hold the onions.”
She texted back to tell him what she was headed up to get, and that the app said she could eat half the bucket, so she was looking for someone to split it with.
In the end, their group ended up with various fish tacos, a Korean BBQ bowl, a few salads with various tofu flavors, reindeer sausage on buns, a huge smoked turkey leg, and Emmy’s fries with cheese and reindeer chili.
And while Emmy had a wonderful craft beer with her meal, she went back later to get hot chocolate along with a salted caramel brownie.
And all the while, Delaney stood nearby, watching the crowd around them.
Felix and Rhea rode back with her, Delaney driving, and their phones all chirped about ten minutes before arriving home.
Both she and Felix groaned when they looked, which meant the assignments had all gone out at the same time.
Felix’s vampire had a huge, Pringles-can sized cock, so she understood the groan. Rhea was in good shape, her vampire was even younger than Alistair, but he was nice while he fucked you and fed from you.
And Emmy had Alistair, who wasn’t the worst, but he sure as fuck wanted to be the most important.
He was young, around two hundred and fifty years old, based on gossip, and since he was in the bottom third of the vampire hierarchy, he tried to make himself feel all-powerful to the flock members assigned to him.
But he couldn’t keep her longer than an hour, and she’d orgasm at the end, even if the first part was annoying as fuck.
She reported to a feeding room with a simple bondage table rather than a feeding station, and Alistair stood waiting, his clothing crisp and his posture arrogant as hell. He didn’t speak when she entered, just tilted his head and waited.
Emmy undressed, slowly and gracefully. Her skin prickled in the chill of the underground chamber when the hoodie came off, the cool air nothing compared to the colder gaze watching her every move.
T-shirt, boots, pants. She folded them neatly and placed them on the low bench, lubed her asshole, then dropped to her knees on the stone floor before he had a chance to order her to.
She spread her knees wide, lowered her head, and folded her hands behind her back.
Naked and still, her nipples tight, cunt already warming under his attention, she said what he always demanded she tell him to start the session. “This humble daywalker offers her blood to consume and body to use however the superior nightwalker wishes, within the bounds of the sacred covenant.”
It was stupid, basically saying she acknowledged his power over her within the boundaries of the damned contract, but he was in his right to require obeisance and submission from her, so she kneeled and said what he required.
“Why are you looking at the floor?”
She resisted the urge to sigh, and looked up so her gaze landed where his cock would be under his pants.
“You are given the privilege of undressing me.”
She rose to her feet gracefully — because if she merely stood, he’d make her kneel and do it again — and when he held out his arms, she undressed him with slow reverence, as if he was some ancient king, or a god returning from battle.
She hung his clothes with care, folded each item symmetrically, draped his belt just so, because if she didn’t, he’d make her do it again and again until the job was to his specification.
Once, she’d screwed it up over and over in an attempt to use up his entire hour, but he’d stopped her with ten minutes left and still fed and fucked her — and he’d given the venom that didn’t allow her to orgasm.
She’d been crazy with lust for nearly two hours after, so she figured that wasn’t worth the small bit of enjoyment she got from it.
Still, she took her time getting everything exactly right. If he wanted to take up his time watching her fold clothes, whatever.
When he was naked and his clothes properly hung and folded, he pointed to the bondage table. “Knees and chest.”
She mounted the padded surface with practiced ease, spreading her knees wide, spine dipping low, arms straight along her body, her left cheek on the table so her neck was at the angle he preferred.
He stepped behind her, cupped her ass, and ran cold fingers between her cunt lips, pressing her clit like he was testing ripeness at a market stall.
The bite came first. He sank fangs into the side of her ribs, and the piercing pain took her breath for a handful of seconds until the anesthetic took hold. Sloppy of him, and probably intentional, but not enough for her to complain about.
Venom surged through her bloodstream, and liquid heat curled low in her belly until her nipples tightened into aching points and her clit throbbed with need.
His hands were firm on her hips, but their only purpose was to brace himself while holding her in place.
She was a hole, a meal, a means to an end, and fuck, her body loved it.
Her clit throbbed in the open air, her nipples scraped against the padded table, and the high from his venom clouded all logical thought.
She needed to be fucked, craved the friction, the heat, the use.
When he finally removed his fangs from her rib cage, his cock followed a moment later, thick and hard, thrusting all the way in until he bottomed out.
He fucked her ruthlessly hard, and she shook with the force of it, every nerve drawn tight, every breath a ragged plea.
She whimpered, her hips arching up despite herself. Venom spread through her veins like fire, all sensation blooming outward. Her cunt clenched around him, hot and hungry, and he pulled nearly all the way out and pressed in slow and cruel, dragging it out, knowing the need he’d injected into her.
At last, her orgasm ignited and tore through her in brutal spasms that left her gasping, wrung out, her body jerking beneath him.
She cried out into the padding, hips jerking as waves of heat rolled through her, and she fought to stay in place, each pulse a raw, convulsive shudder that left her aching, hollow, and gloriously used.
But he wasn’t finished yet. He’d watch the clock and come when his time was up. So she remained still while he pounded her. Arousal gone.
Her ribs ached, the connective tissues torn, so she breathed shallow, and went through the lecture she’d sat through earlier in the day, considering the new things she’d learned, making sure the information was properly sorted in her head.
Eventually, he came inside her, pulled out, stepped away, and cleaned himself with a baby wipe before dressing.
She remained in place because he hadn’t told her to move, but the second he left, she sat up, cleaned herself with baby wipes, and dressed in silence, still aching, and made her way to the shower in her room, blood drying on the side of her ribs because he hadn’t bothered to lick her clean.
The holes would heal before morning, but he’d been sloppy, and the ache was bone deep.
Muscles and connective tissues throbbed, and she had to take short, careful breaths to keep from feeling as if a knife was embedded where his damned fangs had been, but she did her best to ignore it.
No sense bitching and moaning about it, though. She was paid good money for her hour per day of objectification and bonus orgasms. Some days were better than others, as with all jobs. Or so she’d heard.
Also, some days barely lasted ten minutes, but she was still paid the same. Alistair always took the entire hour, though.
The acrid stench of pain, exhaustion, and terrible anguish hit her when she stepped into her room, and she found Felix sitting on the floor of the shower with deep whip marks on his back.
She stuck her head in the shower to get a good look at him, told him, “You need to change,” and then let the frosted shower door close while she stripped back out of her clothes.