by Emily Bex
Pulling her into his lap, sliding his hands up under her tight dress he lets his thumbs massage her inner thighs. "Hungry?"
“Two is my limit. Well, actually one is my limit, but I couldn't resist the opportunity to order her around.”
She feels his hand slide under her dress, as he caresses her inner thigh, and she in not sure which has more heat, the feel of his hand between her legs, or the alcohol burning in her stomach. But he is making her an offer to feed in public. Her head swims already with the straight shot of alcohol, but even without it, she would take him up on his offer, hungry or not.
"For you, lover, I am insatiable."
Within the darkness and limited privacy of their booth, he slips a finger inside her, thrusting softly, winking at her and kissing along the pulsing vein in her neck. “I want you, right here, right now. Claim me here, show them you are my mate and I belong to you."
Straddling him, as her tight skirt slides up to her hips, she runs her hands through his hair, the dim red lights leaving his face in shadows, which only emphasize his bone structure, his high cheekbones and strong jaw, the dark heavy brows over his eyes, which look pale in this light. She leans in and licks his lips, before sucking his bottom lip into her mouth, nipping at it, drawing blood, and hearing his low growl. She covers his mouth with hers, and kisses him deeply, letting their tongues dart and explore.
***
Laying his head back against the high walls of the booth, she is brazen and holds nothing back. All those who have come before her fade in comparison. Her kisses are like fire and the nip on his lip brings blood and she sucks it away. His eyes change to deep red and his body rumbles. Her hand slides between his legs, and through the leather, she grips his cock. He is lost in her, always. Laying his head to the side, he gives her free rein to feed, signaling to everyone that he is taken.
"Take what you need mi amore, it is all yours..."
***
She slides her hand along the length of his cock as it expands beneath the soft leather and lays her breasts against his chest as she moves her mouth to his neck and runs her tongue from his ear to his collarbone. She can feel the pulsing in his vein as his own heartbeat quickens, and she bites hard into his skin, drinking deep, feeling his blood hit her tongue with more heat and fire than the Mescal she swallowed earlier. Its impact on her is immediate, as she feels and tastes his own sexual desire in his blood. She slides her hand up and down his steel-hard shaft as she slides her hips forward, the back of her hand now stroking her own sex as well, as she drinks from him.
***
She rocks his cock like a fucking champion and he can feel eyes on them. He can feel a lot of eyes on them and he knows word is spreading, he is mated. All want to see the mate of Shade Medici, the Warriors’ Warrior. Growling loudly, his fangs punch, and he cradles her head against his neck and through his half-closed eyes, sees the parade of freaks walking by, gawking in a slow procession, knowing they will spread the word that the most eligible bachelor in the immortal world is mated.
Feeling bel draw deeper makes him wild and he wants desperately to fuck her long into the night, but he will not share such intimacy with her here. He pulls her arm from around his neck and sinks his fangs deep into her wrist and draws her nectar into his system, feeling it explode inside him just as his cock does the same inside his leathers. He feels her body jerk as she orgasms, and he holds her steady. "Ti amo, mi amore."
***
She feels the heat of his tongue as he draws her blood into his mouth. The circuit is complete, and she feels the orgasm rock her body as she feels struck by a lightning bolt, her body involuntarily thrust hard into his, her hips pressed hard against him, as her mouth leaves his neck and she drops her head back, her scream lost in the pounding rhythm of the music, just as Tatt returns with the second shot of Mescal. She sets the drink down on the table and slides it in Kate’s direction. Still gasping for breath, Kate looks at her over her shoulder.
"Thanks, but I don't need it now. But you look like you could use a drink... so go ahead. This one's on me."
Shade slaps her ass as she gets sassy with Tatt, he almost laughs out loud. He lets his hands slide through her shiny crimson hair as it swings softly down her back.
"You are such a fiery vixen when you get riled up. I should buy you Mescal more often. Would you like to dance, or are you becoming legless between the worm in the glass and the worm in your hand?"
Still straddling him, Kate leans her forehead against his as she strokes him through those leather pants.
"Forget the worm in the glass, lover. The worm in my hand is about all I can handle. And it seems to me every bitch in this place is in heat, so you better help me keep them at bay. But I'll dance with you. Can you keep up?"
"Only one way to find out, but if you do not remove your hand from my handle, the bitches are going to swarm when they see this monster.”
Laughing as she tries to imitate his growl, he lifts her off his lap and onto her feet, watching her shimmy her dress into shape and whip that flowing head of hair of hers.
***
Tatt left the shot of tequila on the table despite Kate's offer. Kate grabs the shot glass and throws it back, downing it all before slamming the glass back down. The tequila takes her breath away and she shudders, feeling the raw alcohol scorch her throat.
"Lead the way."
"Woman!" He grabs her hand, pulling her tight to his side and moves out on the floor. They can feel the floor vibrate as they get closer to the music. A thick haze of smoke hangs in the air, reflecting the colorful lights flashing off and on across the ceiling. The steel beams above their heads hold even more haunting hell. One bright beam of yellow light scours across the floor and then up and across the ceiling beams to show couples feeding, some dance and leap from beam to beam, while others engage in a few choice activities minus their clothing. As the search beam steals across the ceiling again, Kate gazes up and he can feel her raw emotions of shock, but he thinks the Mescal is numbing her reaction a bit.
***
Kate catches brief images as the search light lands on random couples high on the beams before it shifts to another location, creating a series of strobe-like photo images. She leans back to look at the activity taking place above her head.
"Are you taking me up there?”
***
Before he can answer her, he hears someone calling his name. Turning, he sees Colin Vos, Master of Nevada, sitting in a booth with his mate as he beckons Shade over with a fangy grin. Shade grabs Kate’s hand and heads in their direction.
“Just a short visit, mi amore. Another master.”
Kate has the giggles now as tequila is making her head swim. He leads her to another booth where he is introducing her to another vampire, some master. It is hard to hear over the pounding music, but he clearly wants to stop and visit, so she follows his lead.
Walking into Colin's booth, his mate Elana smiles at Shade and then at Kate as Shade returns the smile.
"Damn Colin, had no idea you were here. This is my mate, Katherine." Shade pulls Kate closer to his side. "Kate, this is Colin Vos and his mate Elana. Colin is Master of Nevada and a regular visitor to the club. They know Alec and Rissa as well and Colin has been gracious enough to show me a bit of California until I learn my way around."
***
Kate is flustered as they enter the booth. It looks as if they have interrupted an intimate moment as Colin seems to be getting ready to feed from his mate, or perhaps just finished feeding. She feels like she has stepped into someone's bedroom at an inopportune time, but clearly in their world, in this club, the intimacy is very publicly displayed. So, what is proper protocol? A handshake? Some secret vampire signal? The tequila makes her giggle as she thinks up some two-fingered claw sign with her hand that would indicate fangs, but thankfully she has not had enough tequila to pull that one off yet, so she just replies with, "So nice to meet you."
***
Shade watches as Colin co
mprehends what he just said... Mate. Colin looks at Kate as he responds.
“Mated? You haven’t been here in a while Shade, but damn, you mated? She is...mortal.”
Colin stands up and gives Shade a fist bump as he cocks his head toward Kate and takes her in.
“Very beautiful female, but mated, didn’t see that coming, brother.” Colin turns to Kate, “May I introduce you to my mate, Elana.”
Elana stands and seductively walks around Kate and Shade, stopping right in front of Kate as she inhales her scent then smiles.
“So, you are mortal. You probably know Larissa then. Do you want to stay and play with us?”
Elana’s long fingers reach out to touch bel’s hair and before Shade can respond, Colin grabs her wrist and yanks her backward into his chest and prepares for Shade’s reaction, knowing Elana has overstepped. Shade growls and bares his fangs at her.
“This is not Rissa, and I am not Alec. You know I make no judgments on your choices, but I do not share my mate.”
***
Kate feels Shade bristle beside her when Elana asks if they want to stay and play, and Kate is pretty sure she is not referring to a game of cards. Is this couple into mate swapping? She is relieved at Shade’s response, as his possessiveness kicks in, and she feels his arm tighten around her as he growls his response. Kate smiles back at Elana as she pulls at Shade’s hand, seeking to escape.
"We were headed for the dance floor but enjoy your evening."
Being here has only increased her level of insecurity. Even as they back away, she realizes he is able to teleport here anytime. He can be here in seconds, on any given night, when he says he is at the Dead House. He is everything to her, but how will she ever compete with this smorgasbord of sexual diversity that is clearly no holds barred, anything goes, with anybody at any time?
“Shade, is this what you want? All of…this?"
"No, Kate. This is what I seek to escape. And for the record, this is the last fucking time I will ever see the inside of this place. So, rest assured, you are mine and no one is taking you from me or me from you. I do not want these females, and I do not share."
Lifting her into his arms, she wraps her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck.
"Bel, when I tell you I love you, I mean it, I mean it in every sense. I love one female for all eternity, and I have nothing left to give any others. I would never have mated you, fell in love with you and kept you protected if you were that kind of female. So, let us get this straight. I do not go there. I do not share, ever!”
She locks eyes with him, “Good. That makes two of us.”
Kissing her like she is the last female left on the earth, and for him, she is, his body relaxes, and he feels the alcohol simmer through her veins. Setting her back on her feet, he grabs her hand and leads her to the dance floor, the music and crowd around them thick with sexual pleasure and anticipation. He can smell the blood of the mortals as they offer their gift of life to the many immortals here.
***
Kate allows him to lead her into the crush of bodies as they gyrate around them. She can see the throngs of people, some dancing, and some in the throes of sexual bliss as they feed; men with women, women with women, and men with men. Their selection seems indiscriminate, the exchange of a glance, and eye contact held for a few seconds is all it takes to grant consent, and they are joined, one feeding from the other. She closes her eyes, knowing this is his world. She knows he has chosen her, she does not doubt his love, but it is hard to watch the free and easy exchange and know this was his life. She is not sure which is harder to bear. Knowing he loved others before her, lived with them for long periods, feeding only from them, or this...this promiscuous, anonymous exchange of intimacy. She turns in his arms, and slides her arms around his waist, laying her head against his chest.
The music of Shinedown is blasting through the room, bouncing off the walls – “Sound of Madness.” Good choice, because it is definitely madness. She gives herself up to the music and to him, letting the music move her. She is thrashing to the beat, all hips and hair.
***
Watching her body as she rocks out, he smiles and growls, grabbing her waist as she leans back, her hair flowing behind her and he rocks his hips into her as she moves. The music changes and he watches her alter the rhythm of her body to match the music, and he likes it.
The DJ is playing the band Nightwish – “She is My Sin.” “Ah, mi amore, you are my walking sin!”
He circles her like a predator and she his prey. When he is in front of her, she grinds her hips into him, as he moves behind her, she moves her ass against him. She can feel his cock through those fucking leather pants. Her movements never cease as she lets her body move to the music, hands above her head, and her hair flying.
As the song ends, she has him wound up tight as hell. All eyes begin to focus on them as the next song begins and he pulls her hard against his body. He lifts her above his head and lets her slide slowly down his body, then kisses her passionately. Snuggling into her neck, he nips her ear softly. “Ti amo, mi amore.”
The music changes again and Seasons After screams out “Cry Little Sister.”
***
As she slides down his body, she wraps her legs around his hips, and squeezes him tight. She throws her head back and exposes her neck to him, letting her hair cascade behind her, knowing full well the effect this has on him. She slowly and seductively pulls herself upright before locking her mouth onto his. Her legs and arms are wrapped around him, her hair covering his face, her mouth sucking at his, biting his lower lip. He has such full, sensual lips that push her over the edge.
***
Shade breaks the kiss and sinks his fangs into her neck. His hands are tangled in those crimson locks as the spotlight hits them. He teleports her above the crowd to the beams, his other hand sliding up and down her thigh as her legs are locked around his hips, and he drinks like she is his ocean. She is his heart, his soul, his life. The music that rages through the crowd as he holds her is Evanescence – “Wake me up Inside.” The spotlight stops swinging around the room and is now focused in a single beam on Shade and Kate, for all to see. Lowering her back down to the beam, there are so many eyes on them the motion on the dance floor below is at a standstill. Pulling her close, he kisses her deep and hard, as her blood trickles slowly down the side of his mouth. His claim is loud, and his roar rattles the rafters. "Mine! Medici! Ti amo per sempre!"
***
His bite is unexpected but welcome, and she feels no fear as he lifts her to the rafters high above the dance floor. She knows his strength, and he would never let her fall. If he wanted to fuck her right here, she would lay down for him. She can deny him nothing. She feels the rush of heat between her legs that always comes when he feeds from her, and she clings to him and allows those sensations to wash over her. She feels the spotlight hit them, and the crowd has stopped, looking skyward at them. She looks down at the upturned faces, some smile up at him, happy he has found his mate. Others give her a cold stare, not bothering to hide their disapproval of his choice. His roar vibrates through her. Yes, lover… I am yours... forever.
Leaving the beams, and setting her back down on the floor, the whole place roars, and applauds, and he kisses her softly, holding her in his arms. He feels her love and knows she is forever his. Winking and kissing her softly, he wraps his arm around her waist and heads back toward their booth.
He smiles down into her face, letting his deep voice caress her body. "Had enough?"
“Shade, this is not me. I make no judgments about how these people live their lives. And I understand this was a part of your past, but I am ready to leave.”
"Then we are done, I never wish to see the inside of this place again. I promise you, bel, this is the end of all that you see around us. I wanted you to understand none of this has any meaning to me any longer, there is only one thing I need, and that is my mate.”
***
Shade fee
ls a hand softly grip his arm and he snaps his head to the right to see one of the young male vampires that he has fed from several times. There were never any sexual encounters between them, and Shade is damned if he can remember his name. He is a lost boy, on the lowest rung of the ladder among immortals. He has no master and no coven and Shade knows that he will go to many who will abuse him profusely in exchange for money. He is extremely young, with long black hair, and features almost feminine. He would appeal to many vampires here, happy to exploit him for an evening of deviant play. Shade never took those pleasures, fed from him only and always gave him a hefty fee, hoping to spare him the agony of letting others abuse him, even if only for one night. His voice is soft as he speaks to Shade.
“Master Shade, you are now mated. Congratulations.”
Shade watches him nod to Kate and smile softly at her. "Si, I am now mated, and I will no longer be returning here. How is life for you?"
Shade sees his sad smile and then reads the other emotions in his face; shame, embarrassment, and sadness.
“Life is fine, but I will miss you, you were always kind to me, and very giving. I apologize for interrupting, but I just wanted you to know I am happy for your mating.”
***
As he turns to walk away, Shade grabs his arm and pulls him back. The young boy’s eyes widen and a smile spreads across his face, thinking perhaps he will be asked to join them in feeding. He is very wrong. Shade reaches into his leathers and pulls out several hundred-dollar bills, shoving them into his hand, hoping it will alleviate some of his pain for the night. The boy hugs him tight and Shade is startled at first but pounds his back.
"Go, take care of yourself. Have pride in who you are and do not let them treat you so badly. You do not deserve their wrath."
Reaching back in his pocket, he pulls out one of his business cards, handing it to him.
"Come see me at this location, perhaps I can help guide you out of this lifestyle and into something more appropriate, at least we can talk and discuss it. Now go."
As he turns to leave, he smiles at Kate and the boy understands Shade will not be like some of the patrons of the club, he does not share his mate, nor will he ever feed from others again.