Chapter 8 – Dahlia #3
“If you don’t like it here, then don’t come here,” Valtu rasps, his eyes piercing.
“Until then, you’re going to listen to the rules.
These aren’t just my rules, these are the rules agreed upon by the council and by the vampires in this city.
You want to break them, go ahead, but if you do it while you’re in here, then I’m twisting your tiny balls off, one by one. ”
“My dear brother,” Saara appears from out of the crowd that has slowly gathered around.
Like her brother, she’s naked too, and she saunters up to Valtu, running her slender hands over his shoulders.
A spike of jealousy gets me in the gut, and I’m surprised at how visceral my reaction to her touching him is.
With relief I notice the contemptuous look on Valtu’s face, his lip sneered in discomfort at her touch.
She rests her chin on Valtu’s shoulder, easy to do since she’s nearly as tall as he is and he’s already well over six feet.
“Aleksi,” she coos, staring at her brother who squirms under Valtu’s firm grip.
“We didn’t come back to make enemies. Only friends.
” She leans in and puts her lips on Valtu’s outer ear, causing his eyes to flutter closed, his throat to move as he swallows hard.
Oh shit. Maybe he does like this after all.
“I promise he’ll behave,” she whispers to Valtu. “I promise I’ll behave too. For tonight, I’ll do anything you want me to do.”
Another twist of jealousy comes through me and I have to push it away to stay focused on the matter at hand.
With a grunt, Valtu lets go of Aleksi’s balls and brushes Saara off of him. He walks a few feet away, running his hands through his hair, then turns to face the brother and sister.
Only now I’m starting to wonder if they really are brother and sister because she has her arms all over Aleksi, stroking his skin much the same way she did to Valtu.
Aleksi doesn’t seem to mind either. Though he looks furious at Valtu, and in a bit of pain as well, he leans back into Saara’s touch. She seems to calm him.
This keeps being all kinds of fucked up heaped on more kinds of fucked up.
“I don’t want to be inhospitable,” Valtu says to them in a deep voice.
“But this is sacred ground and a safe place. The humans that come here,” he gestures to the crowd behind him, “that volunteer to be our dinner, they are promised safety. They don’t want to die.
If you can’t honor that, then you can’t be in here.
You’ll compromise everything for all of us. ”
Damn. I had no idea this is what Valtu was really doing.
I suspected that a feeding club existed, I know there are many throughout the world, but I never thought Valtu would run one.
If he’s so against killing humans that he regulates other vampires’ feeding, then how is he someone worthy of being killed by a slayer?
Why did the guild send me here to kill him for his past injustices (whatever they are) if he’s more than making up for them now?
Something isn’t sitting right with all of this.
It never did. I’m starting to think that maybe Valtu was never my original target.
Maybe Bellamy lied to me—it wouldn’t have been the first time—and giving me such a high-profile target such as Dracula himself was enough to get me interested, to make me believe I could handle it after so much time away.
And maybe if Saara and Aleksi and this damn book were the real targets in all of this, maybe he thought I would get too scared or not have the confidence to go through with it.
He’s probably right. If I had known originally that my assignment was to kill Saara and Aleksi and get the book, maybe I wouldn’t have accepted it at all.
Though who am I kidding? I was low enough to have accepted anything, just to be given a purpose in life again.
At the thought of having purpose, I snap my attention back to Valtu.
Music starts pumping from unseen speakers, a slow, sexy industrial beat that reminds me of my NIN phase in my college years.
A handsome black man with a shaved head appears beside Valtu, holding the elbow of another man.
I can tell the other man, with his dark looks, is probably a local and most definitely human.
The black man stares at Valtu and Valtu stares back and I think they’re having a telepathic conversation like vampires often have.
The black man places his hand on Valtu’s shoulder and whispers something to him, something that makes Valtu bite his lip. Then the man walks away and the Italian human drops to his knees in front of Valtu.
Everyone else goes back to what they were doing before. Saara leads Aleksi somewhere, the vampires resume feeding and fucking the humans, and then there’s this guy on his knees in front of Professor Aminoff, reaching up and unzipping his fly.
Holy shit.
Is this actually happening?
I shouldn’t stay and watch this. I should resume my search for the book. But I know deep down the book isn’t here. Aleksi and Saara wouldn’t leave it with Valtu, they both seem to have disdain for the vampire, which means this room behind the door is just for feeding and fucking.
I should go.
But I can’t.
I stare as the Italian man pulls Valtu’s cock out of his fly.
He’s hard and thick and long and holy hell, he is beautiful, every inch of him.
His eyes close as the man wraps his fist around him.
Valtu’s mouth opens in a hiss and the man’s hand works up and down his cock before he brings his lips to it.
Heat flows through me and I try to ignore the fact that I’m turned on but it’s impossible.
This is the hottest thing I’ve seen, watching my professor get sucked off by another man in front of me.
For a second I think that maybe Valtu is actually gay and that’s why he’s brushed off most of my clumsy advances, but then I know I’ve seen hunger in his eyes when I’ve caught him looking at me, and a sexual hunger, not just for my blood.
Valtu is probably like most of the vampires, without a label, not wanting or needing to be defined by their fluid sexuality.
Even so, I shouldn’t be watching this. But I can’t look away. I can’t stop staring at Valtu’s dick and the man’s mouth on him as he sucks him off. I want to trade places with that man, I want to be on my knees and making my teacher’s eyes roll back in his head.
My god, Dahlia. Get a hold of yourself.
But I can’t. Valtu moans deep and low and the heat inside me starts building and building, a fire that’s growing out of control. God I would do anything to get myself off, to come, and yet I can’t unless, unless…
Suddenly Valtu’s head snaps up as if he heard my thoughts.
He looks right at me.
Like he actually sees me.
Then his eyes close again and he’s coming, his groans filling the room.
And suddenly I’m being pulled out of the room like I’m caught in a backdraft, sucked through the walls, through the city, nothing but hot wind and then I’m falling into my body again.
I jerk, my limbs rising off the floor of my apartment, that feeling you get when you’re falling asleep and you suddenly flail as if you’ve been dropped.
Gasping for air, I sit straight up in shock, crystals clattering to the floor. The candles are still all lit around me, the window open a crack and letting in the sea breeze. Everything as before I left it.
I press my hands all over my body, taking quick stock of my feelings and sensations and the knowledge that I’m here. I’m no longer there in the feeding room, the library, no longer on the astral plane, I’m back in my body, back on the floor of my apartment.
And I feel like I have a massive case of blue balls, a relentless throbbing between my legs.
But before I can even think about it, I feel myself drifting away, my body falling back toward the floor. My head hits the ground and everything else goes dark.