by Katie May
After a minute of concentration, Vin stomps away, opens up a drawer in the kitchen, and returns with a knife. In one fatal swoop, he cuts the garment straight from my body. Immediately, my breasts spring free, my nipples already beaded nubs.
I turn towards him once more, and his eyes immediately lower to my aching tits. He’s panting, as desperate for a taste of me as I am of him. Soon. We’ll do that soon.
For now, the game has only just begun.
“Take my panties off,” I command. When his hands immediately drop to the fabric, I click my tongue. “With your teeth.”
Eyes radiating heat, Vin drops to his knees before me once more. A wicked smirk pulls up his lips as he captures the waistband of my panties with his teeth, grazing them across my sensitive skin. I moan softly as he lowers the silky material, each tug bringing his face closer to where I so desperately need him.
It’s torture, agonizing torture, as I watch his hooded eyes bring the fabric all the way down to my feet. Only then do I step out of them. Vin remains on his knees before me, awaiting my instruction. If his labored breathing and erect cock are any indication, he likes this game just as much as I do.
“Service your queen,” I demand, once more sitting back down on the chair with my legs extended. I know that he has a perfect view of my pussy lips, glistening with the evidence of my arousal.
His lips twitch once at my comment, but he obediently leans forward and swipes his tongue through my wet folds. It’s a teasing touch, one that sets off fireworks in my chest. I close my eyes in utter bliss as he brings that delicious tongue of his back to my pussy.
He takes his time, his tongue gliding up and down my slit as he drinks from me. He uses both of his hands to push my legs further apart, resting comfortably between them. I grab the back of Vin’s head as he slides one finger into my slick channel.
“Fuck, Vin,” I whimper as that finger is soon joined by a second one. His tongue returns to my clit as I buck my hips, demanding more.
“Yes, mistress?” His eyes, hooded with lust, meet my own, and I can’t help but growl in frustration.
“More… I need more.”
Without preamble, Vin’s mouth descends on me with ravenous hunger. Each graze of his teeth and swipe of his tongue sends me closer to that edge. I can hardly breathe, chasing an orgasm that is a hair’s breadth away. I need to move; I need to do something. The orgasm builds and builds, until it shoots through me, so fucking intense that I’m blinded by it. Convulsions rack my body as I begin to come back down from my high. My throat is raw from screaming Vin’s name.
Through it all, he continues to suck me, lapping up my juices. When he finally lifts his head, his lips are glistening and his smile is smug.
He’s not going to be so smug when I’m through with him.
I crook a finger in a come-hither gesture, and he immediately stands. My own legs wobbly, I force myself to my feet and drop down onto my knees before him. His eyes widen slightly as I grip his length.
“Baby girl—” His words cut off in a moan as my tongue darts out to lick the underside of his crown. Keeping my eyes on his blissful face, I draw his swollen head entirely in my mouth, my other hand remaining at the base. His moans amplify my own lust, and I can feel myself getting wet again.
My head bobs as I swallow him, my tongue gliding along the underside of his cock. When he attempts to grab my head and thrust into me, I pull away with a disapproving glare.
“My cock,” I warn, tightening my grip on his throbbing length. I wait for him to acknowledge me, to respond, and when he nods once, I lower my lips back to his cock. Instead of taking him in my mouth, I lick up and down the sides like a damn lollipop, reveling in each intake of his breath and hiss through his gritted teeth. I remove my hand from the base to cup his balls, pulling and twisting them.
“Fuck!” Vin curses, body shifting slightly. I grip the head of his cock once more and pull him back into my mouth, bobbing my head as he releases moan after moan. I can feel his cock swell, his release imminent, but I pull away before he can come.
“Fuck me,” I breathe, climbing to my feet and kissing his swollen lips. I know he can taste himself on me, and that thought only increases my desire. I’m so wet for him, so ready. “Make love to me.”
In the next moment, my back is on the floor with Vin hovering over me. His eyes travel to my heavy breasts and then to where his cock is touching my stomach. He reaches over my head, towards the desk in the living room, and removes a box of condoms. It topples to the floor, nearly hitting my head, as he uses his teeth to open up a wrapper. I watch in fascination as he slides it over his length, his eyes never leaving mine.
“Vin…” I breathe, scraping my fingernails across his back and shoulders. His name on my lips is his undoing.
He slides into me in one long thrust, giving me only a second to adjust, before he begins to move. My eyelids are heavy as I stare into his piercing brown eyes, so dark they’re almost black. I feel so incredibly full, the walls of my pussy contracting around his girth.
“You feel so tight, baby girl. So tight. So good.”
“Faster,” I beg, digging my hands into his sculpted ass. I slap down—hard—and his cock twitches inside of me. Immediately, his hips begin to move, his cock driving in and out of me. He brings his hands to my breasts, kneading the sensitive flesh, as tears blur my vision. It feels good, so fucking good. Things that feel this good shouldn’t be real. Is he only a dream? Will he disappear when I wake up in the morning? If my life as a hated vampire taught me one thing, it’s that good things never last.
He lowers his lips to my breasts and takes one nipple into his mouth. I begin to cry, desperate for the orgasm only he can bring me. His tongue swipes across the sensitive nub before he brings his mouth to my other, neglected nipple. He immediately bites down, obtaining another moan from me.
“You’re so beautiful.” He trails his lips up my neck and back to my mouth, pulling me into a heated kiss capable of catching this entire house on fire. “So beautiful.”
His thrusts intensify, bringing pleading whimpers from my lips as my fingers continue to dig into his ass. I lower one finger to his asshole and breach the tight ring of muscles.
“Fuck!” he hisses, teeth gritted.
“Yes, just like that.” Heat coils between my legs, and I’m pretty sure I’m seeing stars. “I’m so close. So fucking close.”
I add a second finger into his asshole, and he immediately picks up speed, each thrust of his hips sending me that much closer towards the impending explosion. The last few flexes of his body send me spiraling over that steep, beautiful edge. My pussy clamps down on his cock as it swells inside of me. He roars out his own release as his teeth bite down on my shoulder.
This time, I’m positive I’m seeing stars as I momentarily lose my capability to speak, hear, or even think.
My body is heavy with fatigue as I finally come down from my high. I’m shaking and crying, repeatedly kissing Vin’s sweat-soaked skin.
“Fucking hell,” he murmurs, pushing himself onto his elbows and then rolling off of me. Quickly, he removes the condom and tosses it in the garbage. He then grabs at my shoulders until I’m draped over his chest, his arm around me in an iron vise.
“Isn’t it nice to let someone else take control for a while?” I whisper, kissing the skin just above his nipple.
He smiles down at me. It’s not his usual angry sneer or even his condescending smirk. It’s a genuine, honest-to-god smile, one alive with happiness and post-orgasmic bliss.
“Violet?” He kisses the shell of my ear. “I think I’m falling in love with you.”
My throat closes as emotions wash over me. They’re both intense and refreshing, like a wave of ocean water on a blistering hot day.
“I think I’m falling in love with you too,” I whisper. I think I’m falling in love with all of these men. It’s terrifying and beautiful—a scythe glinting in the moonlight.
I can feel his cock hardeni
ng beneath me, spurring on my own arousal.
“Can I give up control some more?” he pants into my ear, his hips already jerking. I reach down to grab his hard length, giving it a stroke. Reaching behind us, I grab a new condom and slide it over his impressive girth.
“Always,” I vow, straddling his waist and lining his cock up with my entrance. I place my hands on his chest and stare into his dark eyes. “In here, with me, I’m in charge. I’m the queen. Do you understand that?” When he doesn’t immediately answer, I pinch his nipples.
“Yes, mistress,” he breathes.
“Then let’s forget the world for another few hours, shall we?”
CHAPTER 26
VIOLET
The sky is a dreary shade of grey, stagnant storm clouds hanging sluggishly over our heads. Fitting, I suppose, for the first round of the Roaring. After all, it isn’t just a competition. It’s an execution.
I wrap my arms around my waist as I stand alongside the other couple hundred competitors. Normally, I’d be amazed at all of the monsters in one location. Everyone from the original Wolfman to the Mummy from the Egyptian tombs to Cheryl’s dad, the Loch Ness Monster. They’re all chomping at the chance to taste blood.
Hopefully not my blood. Call me a hypocrite, but I rather like my blood in my body, thank you very much. Ain’t nothing sexier than a vampire full of blood.
Pro tip—don’t ruin the sexy.
The Academy has decreed we all wear the approved skin-tight red shirts and black shorts. Conformity at its finest. At least the guys look hot in their too-short shorts. I’m pretty sure I can even see some dick if I look hard enough—cough, when I get on my hands and knees and stare up their shorts, cough. Honestly, at this point, I only feel comfortable peeping on Vin. After what we did last night…
My cheeks warm as I chance a glance at my hunter, standing farther down the line beside his father, mother, and sister. He warned me he’ll have to play a part until they leave campus, and I can’t begrudge him for wanting to protect me. I would do the same thing if Dracula was here.
Which he isn’t.
This is the first Roaring in over two hundred years that he chose not to attend. Is he really that afraid to talk to me? The familiar tendrils of hurt unfurl in my chest like a splotch of ink being dropped in water. I honestly can’t say why it hurts so much, only that it does. A lot.
Because every little monster wants to be hugged by her daddy and told that everything’s okay. That we’re both the scariest monsters in the universe and that we’re not.
“You okay?” Frankie whispers from the left side of me. Jack is on the right, with Mason directly beside him. I don’t see Cal and Barret, only because they were escorted straight from detention to the Roaring and could be anywhere in the line.
“Peachy,” I reply, already fixing my gaze on Dimitri stepping up to the raised podium.
“Welcome.” There’s no microphone, but his voice is easily able to carry. Silence descends as every monster in the vicinity, including the ones in the observation stands, gives him their undivided attention. “As headmaster of Prodigium Academy, it is my sacred duty to run the yearly games,” he begins, sweeping his icy blue gaze across the assembled monsters. His eyes stop on me and stay there. “For the first round, each of you will enter the portal.”
As he speaks, a vertical pool of light appears in the center of the clearing. It seems to swirl like thousands of stars are residing in its depths. I’m momentarily thunderstruck as I stare at the portal, my tongue turning to cotton.
“Inside, you will find yourself in an arena created by our very own game makers.” He nods towards the two men who recruited me. Yet, despite the icicles in their hair and on their faces, they appear warm in comparison to Dimitri Gray. “The rules are simple. You must survive for twenty-four hours. There are traps and creatures beyond your comprehension, all of which have been created by our very own Dr. Frankenstein.”
Frankie tenses beside me, face going pale, as we turn to stare at the waving man standing a little bit apart from the crowd. He has pale red hair brushed away from a gaunt, sickly-looking face. His dark eyes gleam with violence and excitement, a combination that makes chills erupt on the back of my neck.
“And as always,” Dimitri swivels his gaze back to me, eyes both reproachful and cautionary, “murder is allowed. This is a competition. Only the best of the best monsters are allowed to win. If you can’t survive against your fellow competitors, then you don’t deserve to be here at all.”
Oh, fuck me.
In the monster world, the punishment for killing a fellow monster is immediate death. But in the games? It’s a free-for-all.
And you can bet your sweet ass every monster will go after Dracula’s daughter.
As you see, I’m fucked, but not in a good way. More in a “stick your cock in my anus without any lube” sort of way.
“Once you’re in the arena, there will be a ten second countdown. When the timer gets to zero, all gloves are off. The goal is to not only survive, but to find your way out of the arena before the twenty-four hours are up. If you fail to do so, you will explode with the arena.”
Well, fuck me sideways. There are a lot of words in that speech I didn’t like. “Death,” for one. And “explode.”
“We’ll stay together,” Jack whispers, leaning towards me. “We’ll enter the portal as a group. If we stay together, we’ll be able to get out of this mess alive.”
Logically, I know he’s right, but I have the distinct feeling it won’t be that easy.
“You may now enter the portal,” Dimitri declares, keeping his eyes fixed on me. I can see he’s trying to tell me something, but what that something is remains a mystery. Can’t he send out smoke signals or something? Maybe do some elaborate charades? I’m not the best at reading people by staring into their eyes.
When it becomes apparent I have no idea what the fuck he’s trying to say to me, Dimitri throws his hands in the air.
Awww. Is the scary little assassin scared for me? A girly part of me wants to scrapbook this moment.
“You see here, kids. This was the day your grandpa Dimitri realized he actually liked little ole me. I totally had him wrapped around my pussy lips.”
Okay, maybe I would take out the last line. Don’t want to traumatize my non-existent grandkids.
The monsters are surprisingly patient as, one by one, they step through the portal, blinking out of existence. Despite having over two hundred monsters competing, it takes less than five minutes for most of the monsters to step through. I lose sight of Vin very quickly, and I still can’t see Barret and Cal, but Mason, Frankie, and Jack remain with me as we venture to the starlit-spun opening.
“I would recommend grabbing supplies at the hospital first,” Dimitri says dryly just before I step through. At my pause, he levels me with the full force of his penetrating ice-blue gaze. “You’re going to need it.”
Before I can comment that I’m super awesome and not at all prone to almost dying, a monster shoves me from behind—much to my guys’ fury—and I tumble headfirst through the portal.
Have you ever attempted to do a front flip in a swimming pool before? Traveling through a portal reminds me of that sensation. I’m forced to hold my breath as my body twists and turns for what feels like an eternity, but is probably closer to a few seconds.
In the next moment, I am spit out onto the cement, my hands hitting the concrete first.
“Fuck!” I hiss as pain blossoms on my palms where rocks have dug into the sensitive flesh. Fortunately, it takes only a second for my vampire healing to kick in, dispelling the rocks until my hands are as smooth as…butts? Well, Vin’s butt. As I spanked it—
Focus!
“Mase? Jack? Frankie?” I spin in a circle, orienting myself as I peer at the arena for the first time.
I half expected the yeti twins to Hunger Games this bitch and make it a forest. Instead, I find myself staring at a fleet of skyscrapers. I count at least thirty spread
as far as the eye can see. Interspersed with them are small shops and houses. Parks and restaurants.
A city of some sort, though I’m pretty sure no cities I know of are completely abandoned.
There’s not a person—or monster—to be seen. The morning sun illuminates the stretch of road I’m standing on. To the right of me is an abandoned grocery store, a few empty cars parked in the lot. Across from me is a second street leading to a downtown area. The traffic lights hanging overhead are currently switched off, the muted hues of green, orange, and red staring back at me.
It’s…creepy, to say the least. And that’s coming from a girl who drinks blood to survive. Have they decimated an entire fucking city for the games? Honestly, it wouldn’t surprise me. Pompei? That was us. Roanoke? Also us. Atlantis? Pretty sure Cheryl’s dad was behind that one.
The second thing I note is that I’m completely alone. No Mason. No Jack. No Frankie.
“Fucking hell,” I curse again, kicking at a lone shopping cart rolling past. Of course, I misjudge how fast it’s sliding and miss it, the forward momentum sending me to the ground in a heap of limbs. “Okay, I deserve that, universe. Now, can you stop deep dicking me and help me survive? Please?”
I peer up into the sky, half expecting the universe to give me a sign that it’s listening. Hell, I’d even take a bird shitting on my face.
“Fuck,” I repeat when the sky remains birdless. “Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!”
A loud siren echoes overhead, followed by Dimitri’s voice. It seems to be coming from all directions—like even the clouds have speakers in them.
“The games will begin in ten. Nine. Eight. Seven. Six.”
I glance warily in both directions, ensuring the streets are still empty. We weren’t permitted to bring any weapons with us, so that’s the first thing I’ll need to grab. And then I’ll need to find my men.
Fuck, they’re probably freaking out right now, especially Hux. I think he’s a teeny tiny bit protective of me. Just a little bit.
“Five. Four. Three.”
And then, I’ll need to find my way out of this arena. Is the exit at the opposite end of the city? Is it in one of the skyscrapers?
