Gordon wasn’t the type of vamp to just forget. He wasn’t going to let Samuel move on and start fucking the other dolls again.
Gordon knew exactly what he was doing when he brought Celia home. He knew exactly how Samuel would react when he heard about her plight. He knew Samuel was a big fucking softie when it came to a woman in need.
That had always been his problem, hadn’t it?
He had tried to save Harper and now he was going to try to save Celia. No, he wasn’t. He wasn’t even going to cry. He had barely survived Harper’s death and now he couldn’t allow himself to feel. He couldn’t allow himself to spend too much time thinking about Celia. If he did, he might sink into her and never come up for air.
He might never leave his bedroom again.
They reached the sitting room and Gordon pushed the door open. Samuel walked in and headed straight for the bar at the back. He ignored the vampires in various states of undress around the room. This was the unofficial party room. This was where the fun happened. This was where the magic began.
Luke and Tony were side-by-side on one of the sofas with dolls riding them. Their fangs were sunk into the girls’ necks and judging by the contented expressions on everyone’s faces, they were all happy with the arrangement. Another girl was blowing a vamp in the corner and there were a few random vamps talking by the fireplace.
Samuel grabbed a bottle of bloodwine and poured himself a glass. He downed it much too quickly. The alcohol slid smoothly down his throat, but it wasn’t her. It wasn’t Celia. It didn’t taste like her.
And that was what he wanted. He wanted her: more of her, all of her. He hated he felt that way, but he did. He couldn’t change the way he felt. Not at this moment. Not at all. Not ever.
“She got into your head,” Gordon said.
“You fucking think?” He poured another glass, drank it. Samuel started to pour a third, but Gordon took the bottle away and set it back on the bar.
“Enough,” Gordon said. “Sit down.”
He pushed Samuel into a chair, then snapped his fingers. Jade appeared at his side and looked up at him.
“Master?” She whispered.
“I think Samuel needs some assistance, doll,” he whispered, but even Samuel wasn’t drunk enough to miss the way he looked at Jade. There was affection there, devotion. If Samuel didn’t know Gordon better, he’d say he felt something more than just hunger for Jade.
“Of course.” Jade climbed on Samuel’s lap and straddled him. She pressed her lips to his ear, then whispered. “How can I be of assistance, Samuel?”
But when Samuel closed his eyes, it was Celia he saw: not Jade.
Not anyone else.
Only her.
He growled in frustration, but sat still as Jade began to grind on him, dancing slowly. She was wearing only a bra and panties, and her soft skin glowed in the pale light of the room. He held onto her waist as she danced, pressing her breasts against him. She whispered things to him, things he wouldn’t be able to remember later, but that made him feel good in the moment. Still, he imagined it was Celia whispering, he thought of her soft body pressing against him. He closed his eyes and breathed, focused only on the way he felt.
And when he opened his eyes, Celia was standing in front of him.
Twelve
Celia had never been so turned on.
She leaned against Gordon. He held her in place as she watched Jade dancing on Samuel. The woman turned to smile back at her, then returned her attention to the vampire in front of her. Jade looked like a perfect wanton, rubbing against Samuel in only her lace undergarments.
“Look at them,” Gordon whispered against her ear. Celia opened her eyes and watched. She’d never seen anything like this. She always knew vampires were intensely sexual beings, but she never imagined she could feel this aroused.
Jade slowly moved her hips in lazy circles, raising her pelvis up and down on Samuel’s hardened cock. His robe had fallen
Gordon knew exactly what he was doing when he brought Celia home. He knew exactly how Samuel would react when he heard about her plight. He knew Samuel was a big fucking softie when it came to a woman in need.
That had always been his problem, hadn’t it?
He had tried to save Harper and now he was going to try to save Celia. No, he wasn’t. He wasn’t even going to cry. He had barely survived Harper’s death and now he couldn’t allow himself to feel. He couldn’t allow himself to spend too much time thinking about Celia. If he did, he might sink into her and never come up for air.
He might never leave his bedroom again.
They reached the sitting room and Gordon pushed the door open. Samuel walked in and headed straight for the bar at the back. He ignored the vampires in various states of undress around the room. This was the unofficial party room. This was where the fun happened. This was where the magic began.
Luke and Tony were side-by-side on one of the sofas with dolls riding them. Their fangs were sunk into the girls’ necks and judging by the contented expressions on everyone’s faces, they were all happy with the arrangement. Another girl was blowing a vamp in the corner and there were a few random vamps talking by the fireplace.
Samuel grabbed a bottle of bloodwine and poured himself a glass. He downed it much too quickly. The alcohol slid smoothly down his throat, but it wasn’t her. It wasn’t Celia. It didn’t taste like her.
And that was what he wanted. He wanted her: more of her, all of her. He hated he felt that way, but he did. He couldn’t change the way he felt. Not at this moment. Not at all. Not ever.
“She got into your head,” Gordon said.
“You fucking think?” He poured another glass, drank it. Samuel started to pour a third, but Gordon took the bottle away and set it back on the bar.
“Enough,” Gordon said. “Sit down.”
He pushed Samuel into a chair, then snapped his fingers. Jade appeared at his side and looked up at him.
“Master?” She whispered.
“I think Samuel needs some assistance, doll,” he whispered, but even Samuel wasn’t drunk enough to miss the way he looked at Jade. There was affection there, devotion. If Samuel didn’t know Gordon better, he’d say he felt something more than just hunger for Jade.
“Of course.” Jade climbed on Samuel’s lap and straddled him. She pressed her lips to his ear, then whispered. “How can I be of assistance, Samuel?”
But when Samuel closed his eyes, it was Celia he saw: not Jade.
Not anyone else.
Only her.
He growled in frustration, but sat still as Jade began to grind on him, dancing slowly. She was wearing only a bra and panties, and her soft skin glowed in the pale light of the room. He held onto her waist as she danced, pressing her breasts against him. She whispered things to him, things he wouldn’t be able to remember later, but that made him feel good in the moment. Still, he imagined it was Celia whispering, he thought of her soft body pressing against him. He closed his eyes and breathed, focused only on the way he felt.
And when he opened his eyes, Celia was standing in front of him.
Twelve
Celia had never been so turned on.
She leaned against Gordon. He held her in place as she watched Jade dancing on Samuel. The woman turned to smile back at her, then returned her attention to the vampire in front of her. Jade looked like a perfect wanton, rubbing against Samuel in only her lace undergarments.
“Look at them,” Gordon whispered against her ear. Celia opened her eyes and watched. She’d never seen anything like this. She always knew vampires were intensely sexual beings, but she never imagined she could feel this aroused.
Jade slowly moved her hips in lazy circles, raising her pelvis up and down on Samuel’s hardened cock. His robe had fallen
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