Better Off Red

by Rebekah Weatherspoon

  to sex.” She threw me the bottoms of the tracksuit. I caught the

  waistband just fine. Too bad one of the legs wrapped around my

  head. Camila did her best not to laugh. Again.

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  Better Off red

  “They might be a little long. Get changed and I’ll drive you

  back to the dorm.”

  “Why did Cleo and Danni bring me here in the first place? You

  never told me. I’m…extra.” Why was I still talking? She was letting

  me leave.

  “Your blood isn’t pure in either direction. In that respect, you’re

  not as useful to me as your roommate, but you are rather beautiful.

  I just wanted a taste.”

  I flinched, looking at the floor.

  “What bothers you more? That I want to fuck you or that I want

  you to feed me?”

  “Jesus. Stop saying that…” My voice drifted. Apparently, Todd

  was dead-on about where I could find a girl to experiment with.

  I still wanted to explore my sexuality, but I wanted to be used as

  Camila’s sexual scratching post just as much as I wanted her to use

  my neck as her chew toy. I thought maybe I’d find a nice girl who

  had a little bit more experience than I did. We’d take things slow,

  work out a casual arrangement, hopefully something more. I had no

  intention of getting with someone like Camila who would just use

  me until she was full. Or bored. It didn’t matter how beautiful she

  was. If I ever saw Todd again, I would tell him to keep his advice

  to himself.

  Camila came around the bed slowly. “Ginger, tell me what’s

  the matter?”

  “I’ve…never…” I stumbled over the words. Camila had

  probably slept with hundreds of people. How was I supposed to tell

  her I was a virgin? “I’ve only kissed one person before. I’ve—I’ve

  never done anything else.”

  “But you know how to pleasure yourself, right?”

  “How’d you—”

  “I could taste it on your finger.”

  “Of course you could,” I muttered back. I closed my eyes and

  let in and out a deep breath, too embarrassed to look at her.

  “Ginger, look at me.” I opened my eyes. Camila was standing

  right in front of me. I didn’t fight it when she took my hand. “I am

  telling you the truth. About myself. About you. I understand if you

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  don’t trust us. You were lied to, but I want to make it right. Stay a

  little longer. I promise I will not hurt you.”

  I wanted to believe her. Even though the things she had told me

  were hard to take in, they made sense. I’d seen the other girls’ skin

  heal right before my eyes. I’d heard the sincere pledges the sister-

  queens had made to them. It was a whole lot of trouble to go to if they

  just wanted to kill us. If what Camila had said about my mother—

  about my blood—was true, she had no real reason to keep me around.

  I was useless to her. If she couldn’t live off my blood, maybe it wasn’t

  crazy to think that on some level, Camila did want me.

  I looked between our bodies. Camila turned my hand over and

  started tracing little squares over my freckles. Her fingers were so

  warm. She was putting me under her spell. This time I didn’t mind.

  “If I stay, what will we do?”

  “We can do whatever you like,” she said softly. “But for right

  now, why don’t you change.” She nodded toward the tracksuit on

  the bed. “Then we’ll go check on your roommate.”

  ❖

  Ditching the transparent lace helped mellow me out, but just a

  little. I didn’t think it was possible to be completely at ease around

  Camila. She didn’t bother to cover up any more than she already

  had, and this time as we walked down the hall, she walked beside

  me, our fingers intertwined. More than once, I caught myself trying

  to sneak a sideways peek at the outline of her nipples in the thin

  black cotton. She caught me looking every time.

  We entered a different corridor and the energy in the air seemed

  to change.

  And then I heard the moaning.

  Camila led me to a large open archway, to the source of the

  erotic sounds. Black and red cushions covered the carpeted floor

  of another dimly lit room. The space was filled with naked female

  bodies. The girls had broken off into groups of six or seven. Every

  girl was touching someone else and being touched, lips on lips, in

  every way. Bare thighs and bare asses being pinched and stroked.

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  Everywhere I looked there was naked skin on naked skin, the

  mounds of flesh pulsing in different rhythms that in some way all

  seemed to match. No doubt the scene was an instant turn-on, but

  there was no real sense of any emotional connection when there are

  forty some-odd people trying to get off.

  I scanned the room looking for Amy. She was in the middle

  of a heap of breasts and thighs. Danni was on her knees with her

  face buried in Amy’s crotch. Surprisingly, Amy was kissing Paige

  passionately on the mouth. Barb was lying on her back with her

  arms wrapped around Paige’s thighs. She sucked Paige’s pussy,

  making her moan in Amy’s mouth.

  Cleo sat a few feet away from the group. Benny was sitting

  between her legs, her own knees drawn up to her chin. Cleo had her

  ceremonial robe wrapped around them both. When she saw us, Cleo

  waved us over.

  We crossed the room, stepping around bare feet and steadying

  hands. When we reached Cleo and Benny, Camila pulled me in front

  of her and sank to the floor. I sat between her legs and tried to act

  natural when she wrapped her arms around my waist.

  I stared at my toes, listening closely while Camila leaned over

  to whisper to Cleo.

  “Is everything okay?” She must have been talking about Benny.

  It made sense that she didn’t feel comfortable enough to join in the

  activities. I didn’t have Benny’s weight or acne problems, and there

  was no way I was ready to dive headfirst into a girl orgy.

  “We’re going to take it slow until Benny’s ready,” Cleo replied.

  I glanced over in Benny’s direction. Cleo was gently stroking her

  hair as if patting it would tame the wild frizz. Benny caught my eye

  and the corner of her mouth turned up in a weak attempt at a smile.

  I did my best to smile back in understanding.

  Then Benny looked over at Camila. “I am ready to feed you,

  whenever you need me.” Her voice was low, but there was no

  hesitance in her tone. She knew what she was here to do and she

  was completely ready to offer her blood up to the sister-queens. I

  wished for a moment that I could boast that kind of confidence in

  any kind of purpose.

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  Camila pulled her arm from around my waist so she could

  touch Benny’s cheek. I didn’t miss the devotion in her voice.

  “Thank you.”

  Benny seemed to relax then turned her eyes back toward the

  scene in front of us.

  Camila’s arms came
back around my middle and she pulled me

  closer to her body. I felt her warm breath on my ear and I swallowed,

  fighting to keep my eyes open. I failed. Camila’s nipples were hard,

  so hard I could feel their perfectly puckered tips on my back through

  the layers of our clothes. Lower, I felt the heat from her pussy against

  a small bit of my exposed skin. I’d never been held like that before.

  It was comforting and arousing all at once. A little overwhelming.

  Suddenly, I realized I didn’t care what Camila was; I didn’t want

  her to let go.

  “Just watch,” she said through the whimpers and pants that

  filled the air. “No one is hurting. No one will experience any pain.

  Only pleasure.”

  I took a real look at the erotic scene in front of me. I knew

  why Camila had brought me here. I could have watched a group

  of girls go at it on the Internet. She wanted me to witness a feeding

  firsthand.

  I searched around, looking specifically for one of the sister-

  queens. A swish of white-blond hair caught my attention. Across

  the room Natasha’s new “pets” were crawling all over her and each

  other. Layna’s tongue was buried deep inside Natasha’s mouth.

  Heather’s fingers were buried deep inside Natasha’s bare pussy.

  Samantha was latched on to one nipple and Anna-Jade was suckling

  the other. Another older member of ABO, Georgiana, rubbed the clit

  of a girl named Julia. Julia was handling Samantha with her mouth.

  It seemed so…complicated, but so perfect at the same time.

  “Watch,” Camila said again. “Natasha likes to feed before she

  comes. She’s so close. Look at her, the way her stomach moves. So

  close.” My eyes followed the path over Natasha’s body. Her hips

  thrust up, swirling down on Heather’s fingers. Her belly moved

  in gentle waves, her muscles tensing over and over beneath her

  smooth, pale skin.

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  Natasha gripped the back of Layna’s head and broke away

  from their kiss. With her other hand she gently encouraged Anna-

  Jade up her body, so her neck was level with Natasha’s mouth. Her

  lips peeled away from her teeth and her fangs quickly elongated,

  shooting down from her gums. She paused, gazing at Anna-Jade’s

  throat, and at that exact moment Camila’s hand slid under the top I

  was wearing. Her fingers and her open palm slid over my stomach.

  Higher and higher, cupping me gently.

  I swallowed again and found myself leaning into her body even

  more. She took that as a sign and slid her hand over my breast. The

  sensation of her warm palm grazing over my tight, tingling skin shot

  right from my nipple to my clit. I ruined the bottoms of that tracksuit

  for sure. I was soaking wet.

  Natasha waited a half second more then bit into Anna-Jade’s

  neck. Anna-Jade cried out and I whimpered in sympathy, imagining

  the pain.

  “Shh,” Camila said. “There’s no hurting. No pain.”

  As Camila’s words sank in, Anna-Jade’s body went rigid for a

  moment and then she started coming even harder, her legs flopping

  and straining on the red cushion. Layna whispered something to

  Heather who took that as her cue to drive her fingers even harder

  into Natasha’s slit. Natasha released Anna-Jade from her grasp

  and started to ride Heather’s fingers shamelessly. I stared in awe

  at the red-stained tips of her large fangs. A drop of blood trailed

  down her lip, dangerously close to rolling down her chin as Natasha

  rode out her own orgasm. She blinked heavily when the tip of her

  tongue caught the drop. And as she savored it, Natasha fixed her

  sights on her next meal. Samantha. There were a few seconds that

  passed where Camila continued to touch me, one hand stroking over

  my stomach and the soft, but confident fingers of the other hand

  playing with my nipple. We watched Samantha anxiously climb up

  Natasha’s lean body. She steadied herself on her hands and knees

  and boldly offered her neck. Natasha bit into Samantha’s skin hard

  and fast, keeping her in place with a firm hand on the back of her

  head as Samantha’s body arched away. She came with a loud and

  hard groan.

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  reBekah WeatherspOOn

  That’s when Camila’s right hand slid into my track pants. But

  she waited.

  I knew exactly what I wanted, and at the same time I had no

  clue. I’d thought about having her hands on my body so many times

  before. Silently, I’d begged her to touch me, but now that her fingers

  were so close to where I’d wanted…I was scared.

  Her vampire senses or magical powers must have caught my

  hesitation because her fingers slowly began moving back up and to

  the side, drawing light circles between the width of my hips.

  “I can stop,” she said. “You can leave.”

  “No. I…” I wanted to stay right where I was, there on the

  floor. I wanted to watch the girls touching each other in front of

  us. I wanted this queen of demons to touch me. I was tired of my

  fantasies and the low-grade stalking. I wanted the real thing with

  her. But I couldn’t force myself to say the words. This wasn’t just

  some random hookup, even if I did get up and walk away as soon as

  it was over. This was the girl literally of my dreams asking for my

  body. Asking for permission to bite me.

  I didn’t know if I could say yes.

  A shiver tore through my shoulders as she placed a single kiss

  to my neck.

  “Do you want me to stop?”

  I shook my head. My desperation must have been obvious

  because Cleo coughed back a laugh beside me. I whipped my head

  in her direction, but before I could ask her anything, Camila slid her

  hand between my legs. She wasted no time spreading my short curls

  and finding my clit. I moaned, forgetting all about Cleo’s mocking.

  Camila’s fangs grazed the side of my throat, and even though

  I should have been, I couldn’t bring myself to be scared anymore.

  Pathetic, yeah, but her fingers felt that good. My head dropped back

  against her shoulder. I closed my eyes and pushed the fact that Benny

  and Cleo were right beside us, watching me now, out of my head. I

  basked in the feminine sounds of ecstasy flowing through the room

  and I let myself feel Camila’s fingers as they caressed my body.

  She pinched my nipple, drawing the already throbbing peak out

  even more. I shuddered, wanting more, getting more as two of her

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  fingers slid inside my pussy. My hips pitched up off the floor. My

  body pressed against her palm and I groaned helplessly.

  “Please, Ginger,” she said. A purr, a deep tremble of noise

  that made me even wetter accented her voice. “Please. I just want

  a taste.”

  And there it was, the voice I’d been wanting to hear all along. I

  turned slightly, just enough to face her, but not enough for her to pull

  her hand away. Those beautiful eyes glinted back at me. She didn’t

  try to deny the truth of what her bite wou
ld mean. She’d be claiming

  me as one of her own, even if my blood wouldn’t truly feed her. I

  was giving her a part of myself. Before I could chicken out, I faced

  forward again and arched my neck to the side. I didn’t feel the initial

  puncture of my throat. Instead, a cool, tingling sensation spread out

  under my skin, and as she drank, I felt the sweet sucking all the way

  down to my toes. She held me in an iron grip until she’d had her fill,

  but long before that, I came as she stroked me and erupted all over

  her hand.

  ❖

  Sometime later, I woke up in Camila’s bed. She didn’t have a

  clock in her room, but I got the sense that it wasn’t morning yet. I

  stretched and rolled over. Looking around, I realized I was in bed

  alone and completely naked.

  “Hi,” I heard her murmur.

  I sat up and blinked until my eyes settled on Camila. She was

  sitting in one of the armchairs, reading a book. She’d ditched her

  tank top. I couldn’t help but think about how badly I wanted to suck

  on her full brown nipples.

  I cleared my throat then looked down. I started smoothing the

  blanket over my thigh while I tried to think of what to say. Camila

  got up from her chair and crawled on the bed next to me. I couldn’t

  ignore the way her breasts swayed under their lush weight as she

  crawled on all fours through the sheets. When she was settled next to

  me I thought, screw it, and gently stroked her nipple. She hissed and

  I could see the tips of her fangs peeking out from between her lips.

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  reBekah WeatherspOOn

  “What happens if I agree to this?” I asked, my voice thick with

  sleep.“During the day, things don’t change. You go to class. You

  study. You spend time with the girls.”

  “And at night?” I rotated my finger, pushing the very tip up

  before swirling it back downward. Her nostrils flared again, but she

  didn’t try to move my finger.

  “At night, we find out more about what having our blood inside

  you means. You feed me, if you like, and I continue to worship your

  beautiful body.”

  “But my blood does nothing for you.”

  “I wouldn’t say that. You have a wonderful taste.” She touched

  my cheek. “I want you to stay.”

  I dropped my hand to my lap, turning her words over in my

  head. The girls of Alpha Beta Omega and the sister-queens they

  served had plenty of opportunities to hurt us, but my initial bout of