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“Hello?”
“Good afternoon, Josephine. I believe you were looking for my talents?”
It takes a moment for my brain to click, and then I groan inwardly—I totally forgot about the warlock.
CHAPTER FOUR
RUNE
The heart-pounding rhythm of the live band fills the air and swallows the orgasmic cries of the female shattering around my cock. With each heaving wave of her release, she pulses around my erection and a fresh rush of warm blood surges into my waiting mouth. Grinding and writhing, she rides out her pleasure and gives me what I need without hesitation.
I gladly accept.
At Club Sanguine, blood and sex go hand in hand.
Vampires get a meal and the humans we prey upon get the lay of their life. Most are compelled to forget our fangs and soulless eyes and leave with wild and erotic memories of the best night of their life.
No blood-drained bodies to dispose of.
No missing tourists to be traced back to our horde.
It’s a perfect system. And Club Sanguine is the only public place in New Orleans where we can truly relax and let our true natures free without fear of recrimination.
The stench of human street trash reaches me before Aiden clears his throat and makes his presence known.
My eyes flick to one of our newer recruiters, a warning growl forming deep in my throat and gurgling around the blood filling my mouth. The human freezes instantly, knowing well enough by this point not to come between a vampire and their meal.
More than a few of his friends learned that lesson the hard way. Life snuffed out in an instant. An unfortunate risk of the job. Still, it’s worth that risk for a chance at immortality.
Especially when the alternative is starving on the streets.
“Sorry to bother you so early, sir.” Aiden’s gaze is glued to where the woman and I are connected, my cock sliding in and out with a wet slapping sound as she continues to fuck herself, totally lost in pleasure and oblivious to her surroundings.
“I’m busy.” Blood drips down my chin when I withdraw my fangs from the female’s neck. She gasps and whines in displeasure, trying to push my head back into place to continue feeding. “Spit it out, kid.”
For his sake, it had better be important.
“The werewolves are up to something,” he answers.
“The wolves are always up to something.”
I need to reassess Aiden’s future if he thinks that’s a good enough reason to waltz into the VIP section of Club Sanguine uninvited.
I press my face back to the crook of the woman’s neck and lick the trail of blood seeping free. The touch of my tongue makes her shiver on my lap and her core squeezes as her next orgasm builds.
“Egan is with them.”
That gets my attention.
Aiden flinches when my head whips around, but just barely. He’s come a long way from the scared little boy I found sorting through trash for scraps of food a few years ago.
“We counted eight crossing into the French Quarter, half as humans, the rest as wolf, all of them moving as one.”
The Algiers pack has their territory—we have ours.
It isn’t often they break those borders and wander across the Mississippi River. But when they do, it’s my job to dole out punishment to the trespassers.
Whatever the reason for crossing the border… having the pack Alpha in our territory can’t be good.
