With that, he took my arm firmly and gave anexcuse usto his friends. He led me away from the drawing room and directed me straight to the nearest staircase. My legs were wobbly as I walked, my breaths quickening.
I knew we were walking into the darkness.
The energy was very different upstairs, much more reminiscent of a gothic horror movie – despite Hans saying it wouldn’t be.
He scoffed a playful scoff. “This isn’t a psycho horror, Katherine. It’s a blood den. There aren’t people with axes waiting up here, only fangs, and flesh that is desperate for them.”
The doors were tall along the landing, and most were closed. I heard hot, heated screams sounding out from one of them.
“That’s Veronica,” Hans said. “You can recognise her orgasmic cries from a mile away. I imagine she’s with Francois and Xan.”
One of the doors was open and the sight inside had me stopping in my tracks, Hans’ arm still in mine. There was a woman spread naked on a bed, bathed in bright light. She had a vampire on each breast, arching her back and begging for more as they sucked at her. One of the vampires was an old looking gentleman, and the other was a woman in a ballgown. My heart was racing. My thighs were definitely wet. I wanted to be that woman.
“Vivian and Marlon,” Hans whispered. “They are a couple. They always bite together.”
I couldn’t help but stare at the scene in front of me, watching the couple work the girl’s pussy as they sucked. Her blood trickling down the pale flesh of her tits.
Hans was smirking as I broke my fascination long enough to glance up at him.
“Strip yourself bare and go join them if you’d like to,” he said. “I’m sure they would very much enjoy your company. Be warned, though, they like to stretch their victims wide. You’re still getting used to taking vampire cock on its own.”
I backed away at that.
“Too soon,” I said. “I’m still getting used to your bites and cock. I’m not sure I want anyone else’s right now.”
He led me further along the landing.
“You might be a dirtier little blood player than you’re giving yourself credit for. I can smell how excited you are, as will everyone else in this building. They’ll all be hoping for a taste of you.”
I burned up as though I’d been caught out committing a crime, but Hans was still smirking.
“There is nothing to feel guilty about. As I said, blood play is addictive, and vampiric lust is ripe in the air. What we have between us is a lot deeper than games in a blood house. Feel free to act as you desire.”
“Won’t that bother you?” I asked him.
“Maybe I’m not quite the gentleman you think I am. I most definitely believe there is a lot more to a soul connection than blood play bites, but I come to blood houses for a reason. I’m not intimidated by you enjoying games of the flesh with other people’s fangs.”
I could see the lust in his eyes. I could feel the burn of his excitement. It took me to the filthy side of him in his bedroom, heightened by tenfold in this place.
Feeling not thinking.
And this time feeling felt an awful lot easier to access. I let my thoughts run free.
“You’re one of the primary players here, aren’t you?” I said to Hans, trusting my intuition.
His smile was glorious as he pinned me to the wall and pressed his mouth right up to my ear.
“Oh, little one, you have no idea. I’m one of the primary blood players in all the world.”
Chapter Twenty-one
Mysenseswereheightenedtenfold when Hans pressed his lips against mine. His body was fierce as he pinned me there, his hands running up my thighs.
I could hear the heated cries of the woman called Veronica so loudly it was like she was standing beside us, and I could feel the flood of pure energy from the woman taking vampires’ teeth in her tits next door. It gave me tingles in mine.
I sank further into the pleasure of the people around me, parting my legs as Hans swept his hand underneath my skirt. I moaned when his fingers traced my pussy lips through my panties.
“You’re considerably wetter than I thought you’d be,” he told me. “That’s a very impressive thing.”