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“Have a taste,” the elder said, voice traveling. “And take your pick.”
A moment later, they reappeared back into the room, and the vampire strode toward me. He paused inches from me, still completely and utterly naked, his… dick hanging out for me to see.
I had never seen one besides in drawings and had only heard about them through the sisters’ gossip. Sinful heat grew between my legs. I clutched my cross and prayed that God would forgive me.
After forcing myself to peel my gaze away from him, I looked back into his hazy eyes and swallowed hard. My nipples hardened, aching for me to touch them, to tug on them through my tunic.
“She’s new,” the vampire said, his tongue gliding across the prick of his fang. He reached out his arm and brushed his fingers across the center of my chest, nearly touching my golden cross that would burn him. “The nun from Carco Village?”
“Her blood is common,” the burly vampire said. “None of your brothers or sisters want her. And I doubt she’ll do much for you. We have a better selection up front. Nuns from the other village with rarer blood and bigger tits. Why don’t you—”
“I want her.”
“But—”
Before the man would mutter another word, the vampire sped through the air and pinned the burly man against the wall with ease. He moved so fast I could barely see him.
“I want her,” he growled through his fangs. “Do I make myself clear?”
“Y-Yes, Sir Alaric.”
Once the burly man unhooked my chains from the wall, he handed them to Alaric Vanderson. He led me through a larger door and into a main hallway. Vampires glanced over at us, grimacing when they saw Alaric–a royal–tugging me along with him.
But I was his food for tonight.
He probably wanted to bleed a nun dry to celebrate the holiday.
While I had heard whispers back home of the vampires’ playroom—where they sucked blood and fucked nuns together in a club-like area—he led me to the bottom floor and into a bedroom.
I hesitantly stepped into the room and gazed around at the canopy bed sized for a king and the couches made from the riches of fabrics. I had never seen things like this before. Not in my poor village.
Alaric shut the door behind me and slowly stalked closer. Inches from me, he paused and stared down at me, a slight haze over his piercing eyes. My mother and father had always taught me to never stare into the eyes of a vampire, but I… couldn’t help myself.
If I was going to die here tonight, if God would not spare my life, then I wanted to look into the devil’s eyes and show him that I wasn’t afraid… though I really was.
Instead of ripping down my tunic to expose my neck and suck me dry, he brought his fingers up to my face and drew them across my forehead, then down my nose, across my cheekbones to my lips, his touch soft.
“What are you going to do with me?” I whispered.
He didn’t answer.
He trailed his fingers down my chin to my throat, then he touched the cross that hung on top of my breasts through my garb. His skin sizzled, and he yanked his arm away, sucking the tips of his fingers into his mouth and cursing.
“Don’t you know that if you touch a cross, you will burn?” I asked, brows furrowed together. I gently tugged his fingers toward me and stared in horror at the burn forming on his skin. “Do you have any ointment to treat it?”
“It will treat itself,” he said, pausing. “Why do you care?”
I stared from eye to eye, unable to see into the man’s soul like I had done to so many other men and women who attended church. I could always tell if they were good, bad, believers or not.
But he was right. Why did I care? He was about to kill me.
Still, I… couldn’t help myself.
“Why did you touch my cross?” I asked, refusing to answer his question.
“I didn’t see it.”
“It’s laying right on my chest.”
