The Serpent's Kiss (The Hunter Chronicles Book 4)
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Her attacker looked frightened, but still managed to laugh nervously. “That’s what you do here vamp, you beat the shit out of each other for fun.”
“That is not what we do, and if you are too idiotic to see that, then you are not welcome here.” The Italian hissed, barring his extending fangs.
Jasmine had never seen Asier’s expression so cold. It was scary. Around them the crowd continued to dance as if they weren’t even aware of the scene unfolding before them. Jasmine could not understand how they could be so oblivious.
The man cried out, falling to his knees as Asier applied pressure to his grip. Something crunched as he broke bones. His friends had picked themselves up off the floor. Instead of helping him, they were huddled together like petrified children. He began to cry. Eyes huge and tear stained, the man on his knees was shaking his head, jerking from side to side with terror. A cold sweat had broken out over his skin.
A cruel smirk was on Kane’s lips as he pulled Gemma further into his embrace and rested his chin on the top of her head. His gaze remained on the mortal on the floor.
“Please god no...” The guy whimpered. “How did I get here? No, please not this...Don’t leave me here!” Every last scrap of colour had leached from his sweaty face.
Jasmine could feel Kane’s energy radiating around them, but she could not see what it was doing. It was odd. But it was if the guy was seeing something that wasn’t there. A hallucination?
“Get these blood sacks out of here!” Asier snarled at his minions. “I don’t want to see him, or any of the others inside these walls again. Capisci?”
The vampires rushed without a word to obey their Master. Quickly and efficiently they dragged the men out by their arms as if they were trash.
“Bye bye fuckers.” Jasmine gave them a finger wave.
Gemma giggled beside her now, free of Kane. “That was fun. We should do this more often.”
“Getting drunk?” Jasmine swayed giving her a sloppy high five.
The pink bubble her friend was blowing popped loudly leaving a sticky residue over her lips. Gemma shook her head. “No, having bar fights.” Jasmine looked around dazedly. Wow, that had been quick. Asier certainly knew how to throw his dominance around. It was kind of...sexy.
The male in question was suddenly in front of her. He caught her chin roughly and forced her to look up at him. “You haven’t eaten today have you Jasmine?”
She gave him a dirty look in response. Why was he always asking questions? “Of course I’ve eaten, I had toast this morning at eight.” Why was he so bossy? She was just trying to have some fun. It had been going well until those idiots had turned up. Jasmine wrinkled her nose at the Master Vampire realising he had changed into a pair of black yoga pants. What had he been doing that made him change?
“Cazzo. Fourteen hours ago.” Asier replied breaking into her thoughts with a look of annoyance. “I have repeatedly told you to eat and take care of yourself.”
“But I still ate.” She grumbled triumphantly back rolling her eyes.
Asier’s gaze narrowed. His unusual lavender coloured stare becoming slits of deep purple. “I think it’s time you learn that if you disobey me you will be punished.”
Before Jasmine knew what was happening Asier was sitting on a stool with her over his knees. “Fifteen for not eating properly today.”
She could feel the firm muscles of his thighs supporting her weight. Clutching his leg she clung to it for dear life. His yoga pants were surprisingly soft to the touch.
“Asier I am not a naughty child you can just punish.” Jasmine squealed.
The vampire was not listening. With one hand pressed to the middle of her back to hold her still he began to spank her mercilessly.
Whack! The sting on her bottom made her gasp. Even through the layer of her jeans, it still hurt.
Whack! Whack! Whack! Each strike was a little harder than the next. He went from one cheek of her arse to the other, and then back again. Jasmine cried out in confusion and pain. As she tried to squirm free he just continued to grip her in place with a frightening ease. People in the dance club stood watching. She could feel herself going red with humiliation. Asier did not seem to care. By the tenth slap she had tears in her eyes. Why was he being so mean? He was such a bastard.
“I know you’re drunk so I went easy on you this time, but do not expect such leniency again.” Asier told her calmly when he finished.
Feeling sorry for herself, and dazed, Jasmine scrambled from his lap. Blinking away the tears she sent him a defiant glare.
“That was bloody easy?” She snapped, stepping away from him and rubbing her sore backside. It had certainly sobered her up a little.
With a primal grace, the Italian rose from the seat. “Bella you felt the smack of my hand on your arse in Prague, and that was far more than fifteen strikes. So please don’t even deny that you did not know what was coming. This was a warning to behave yourself.” He told her sternly.
“Asier’s spanked you before?” Gemma asked, shocked, as she joined them.
Jasmine gave her friend the evil eye. Why had she just stood there and watched with everyone else? Pushing out her bottom lip like an angry child, Jasmine refused to answer.
“Si, in the playroom ran by the ex-Mistress there.” The vampire answered in her place. He was acting as if he had not just spanked her in front of his whole club.
“What playroom? You never mentioned this.” Gemma frowned with her hands on her hips. She looked annoyed that she had not been let in on the secret. The reason for that was because she could never keep her bloody mouth shut. Ever. Shit. That was not supposed to have come out. Their boss knew, but he had promised to keep it hushed.
“Mark knows. I was undercover, and why would I tell you?” Jasmine snapped rudely.
“Oh I can’t wait to tell Fergus.” Ignoring her tone, Gemma fished out her smart phone from her shoulder bag.
Kane plucked it almost immediately from her hand. “Hey!”
“No recording devices are allowed in Lust, which is where we are going. You can have it back when you leave.” The titan-like vampire boomed.
Gemma pulled a face. “You better have hers then too.” She grumbled, reaching into Jasmine’s sweatshirt pocket and hauling out her phone.
Kane grinned as he accepted it in one large hand. “This way ladies.” He gestured toward the back of the room. “It’s time for the fun to begin.”
Jasmine knew where they were going. The thick metal door led into the other side of the club. It was where Asier had taken her and Twitch the first night they had come. The sex club. Asier walked beside her. Not touching but close enough for her to feel his body heat. She refused to look at him. Not after what he had just done. Jasmine was still confused, and more than mortified.
The key padded door was once more guarded by a couple of vamps. They nodded respectfully at their approaching Master and his entourage. Asier wasted no time. With a speed faster than any human, he typed in the code and the door clicked open. Standing back he ushered her and Gemma inside with a smug smirk.
Music was playing softly in the background. It sounded raunchy, something Latin or Spanish, with an addictive beat. The black marble pillars had been decorated with lush green vines and bright wild flowers. It still made Jasmine think of the Garden of Eden or what Olympus the city of the Greek Gods might have looked like. Decadent and opulent. Whoever designed it had gone to every expense to make it feel like a place out of time. And it had worked.
Ornate cast iron candle holders were placed along the walls. The leaping flames projected dancing shadows wherever their illuminations fell. They were not the only source of light. Overhead lighting had subtly been dimmed. Everyone was wearing a mask. Jasmine could see beasts and birds of every colourful description. The members of the BDSM club were wearing little else. Bare flesh was on display everywhere you looked. They roamed the marble floored rooms like some exotic wild zoo.
Gemma looked intrigued rather th
an embarrassed. Her curious gaze studied the people before them with an avid kind of interest.
Asier took a mask from one of the hostesses who was standing naked beside the door. Raising it to Jasmine’s face, he gently slipped it into place before fastening up the velvety ties at the back. Jasmine stood still. She shivered at the brush of his warm fingers against her skin. This close she could smell his cinnamon scent. It stirred her senses, strangely making her want to snuggle into him like a cat.
Turning her slightly, Asier allowed her to admire the face of the creature which now concealed her identity in a mirror on the wall. A white dove. Downy feathers had been used to create it. They were smooth and soft to the touch. Jasmine gently caressed them with the tip of her finger in awe. She had never seen a mask so beautifully made before. It had to be handmade. Expensive.
“I think a dove suits you Jasmine.” Asier’s accented voice was seductive. “A little bird ready to spread her wings and experience all the pleasure life can hold.”
As her attention returned to his, she discovered he had also adorned a disguise. A golden lion. It covered his upper face but ended just below his nose. Again the material used for the fur looked like it was made from the finest quality. The shaggy mane of the large feline was emphasized by the blackness of Asier’s hair which he had pulled free from its band. Jasmine could see his lavender eyes gleaming from the eyeholes as he stared down at her. They were pools of colour with shadows reflected in their depths.
She smiled up at him, still a little too drunk to know any better. “And you’re going to show me these things are you?”
“Who else would be a better teacher than me bella?” He replied oh so confident.
Jasmine raised an eyebrow behind her mask. He really was so full of himself. Moistening her lips she looked for Gemma. She was standing just behind them, her features now behind a white peacock mask. The plumage had silver threads woven into it so it glittered in the light. Kane towered beside her, his mask that of a fuzzy brown bear.
Warm fingers laced with Jasmine’s as Asier abruptly took her hand. Tugging her down the two steps, he led her into the strange throng. Jasmine’s grip tightened on his. This was his world, not hers. People were looking at them and she could hear their whispers. See their envious stares. The vampire’s grip squeezed reassuringly sending a little flare of heat through her skin. Before Jasmine could blink he was suddenly facing her. Startled, she backed up, bumping into a hard pillar.
“Tell me your most intimate desires Jasmine.” Asier whispered, a breath away from her mouth. His nose rubbed again hers as a finger gently touched her lips. “I want to savour the dark hungers I know you have hidden. Give yourself over to me and I promise you unimaginable pleasure. I will taste your wants and needs, your deepest aches, and give you everything you have ever dreamed of.”
“W...what?” She stuttered, surprised at the change. Like a switch had been flipped, he had suddenly gone into full blown seductive mode. Every movement. Every touch was provocative, inviting.
Something sizzled against Jasmine’s senses. She could feel the rise of the vampire’s power. Little tingles of awareness exploded through her body. Every flickering flame from the candles that surrounded them began to stretch oddly in the Italian’s direction. It was as if they were drawn to him. Sexual tension throbbed through the atmosphere. The crowd around them began to fall into a frenzy of touching. Tasting. Fucking. Jasmine could barely believe her eyes. The place seemed to have turned into one huge orgy.
“Life should be relished to the fullest.” Asier continued. “You should enjoy every moment. Seek out every delight. Every pleasure and pain.”
He nudged Jasmine towards Gemma who was standing beside her. The next thing she knew her friend’s lips were on hers. Soft and gentle, the kiss sparked desire. It was hesitant. Innocent. Her friend tasted of strawberry and alcohol. Jasmine groaned against Gemma’s mouth. Winding her arms around her waist she pressed herself closer. Their breasts were crushed together. Even through their clothing Jasmine could feel the soft feminine curves. She had never kissed another woman before in her life. It felt so naughty. Gemma gave a little sigh as they broke apart. For a moment they stared at each other in wonder and shock. Their eyes wide behind the masks they wore.
Kane growled beside them. It was so deep it vibrated through his huge chest. He was staring at Gemma with intensity. Not with blood hunger, but with lust. The chorus of moans around them grew louder. Bodies were writhing together as far as the eye could see. Mindlessly lost in the hedonistic act of fornication.
The flames of the candles throughout the room were growing fiercer, taller with the frenzy. Almost as if they were feeding from the sex. Asier was watching Jasmine with a wicked gleam in his violet gaze through the eyeholes of his lion mask. She could see his fangs when he smiled. It was as if he could see into her. As if he somehow knew every secret desire she harboured. He stood like a dark god of old among his worshippers. King of the beasts. Black, sleek hair rippling over his muscled shoulders. His bronze, tattooed torso so tempting that Jasmine wanted to taste every line of his handsomeness with her lips and tongue. Urges clamoured inside her which were out of her control.
She felt her insides flutter with anticipation. Her breath became ragged as liquid warmth spread down her belly and between her legs. Asier was intoxicating her. A primal force that could not be quelled or stopped. Tearing her attention away she tried to focus on something else. But everywhere she looked there was some form of sexual act being performed. It was surreal. Titillating. And so fucking erotic.
The smells of sex and sweat were heavy. She could not escape it.
Jasmine’s gaze settled on a woman wearing a black raven mask who was being fucked in the middle of the stage. A man disguised as a wolf was beneath her with his cock buried in her pussy while another wolf thrust into her wiggling arse. A third man masked as a stag was pumping his shaft into her mouth.
“Do you like what you see Jasmine?” The Italian murmured sensually against her ear. The heat of his chest was searing into her back as he smoothly pressed up behind her. It brought a blend of tension and calmness as Jasmine felt herself melting back.
She couldn’t answer. Frozen with a growing desire she could not explain, she was getting more and more aroused. Asier’s power was flowing throughout the room. Jasmine could feel it sliding against her senses.
“Do you wish it was you in her place? Their cocks filling your body over and over, bringing you to orgasm after orgasm?” His hands slipped to her hips pulling her more firmly against him. The hard ridge of his cock was nudging unashamedly into her backside. “Would you like to be watched like that?”
Jasmine wet her dry lips with the tip of her tongue. It was as if the devil himself was whispering to her. Tempting her with something forbidden. Taboo.
“I..I...don’t know.” She answered truthfully. Mind a jumble, she could not think straight. Jasmine stole a peek at Gemma.
She and Kane were locked in a teeth clashing, lip sucking kiss. They didn’t seem to be aware of anyone around them. Grabbing his biceps Gemma climbed him like a tree wrapping her legs around his thick waist. The vampire growled in approval before pushing her hard up against a wall. Gemma moaned against his mouth. Latching onto his two blonde braids, she yanked them fiercely. This just fuelled Kane on. Grinding his pelvis into her stomach he started to rip off her top, baring her lacy bra-clad chest.
Jasmine stood mesmerised. No one was safe from the Master Vampire’s influence. He had the whole room under his sway. They were all his puppets. Lost in carnal desires and needs.
Slowly, Asier turned her around to face him. His dark amethyst gaze devoured her with a hunger that both frightened and excited her. With expert dexterity he unknotted her mask and pulled it from her face. Taking her by the shoulders he forced her down onto her knees. The marble floor was hard and cold. Confused again, and more than a little muddled by the alcohol still in her system, Jasmine didn’t try to fight him.
Gaze darting up to meet his, Jasmine swallowed nervously. This was something she hadn’t done before. Not even with Eric. Everyone had turned to watch them and she felt an odd shot of excitement zip through her.
The Italian hesitated. “You haven’t given a blowjob before have you?” Asier asked, shrewdly observing the pretty blush that stained her cheeks.
Suddenly feeling embarrassed, Jasmine glanced away as she shook her head.
“No bella, don’t be shy. I am pleased I will be your first.” His fingers stroked the curve of her cheeks, bringing her focus back to him. “That virgin mouth will be marked as mine. This pleases me more than you know.”
Jasmine’s breathing accelerated at his words. “But they can see us...” Her gaze shifted towards the crowd.
Asier silenced her by placing a finger to her trembling lips as the fire of the candles flared around them. “You were watching them, and now they will watch you pleasure me. Don’t pretend you’re not turned on at the idea, we would both know that it would be a lie.”
Jasmine was down on her knees before him. A redheaded angel. Hell. Asier had never seen anything so sweet. Her pouty lips were about to be wrapped around his cock in the most satisfying way. Before he had intended to punish her for longer, but he had not been able to bring himself to do it. He knew he had wanted to do it for the wrong reasons. She was vulnerable. Drunk. Her inhibitions lowered.
Asier was used to taking what he wanted without remorse or guilt. The girl was already under the influence of his lusty powers with the rest of the souls throughout the club. His other fiery power was roaring inside him to consumer her. Burn her. As only he knew how. With his sexual hunger. His cock, lips and hands. He didn’t want to be soft with Jasmine. Softness was not his way. Never had been. It was a weakness.