Page 34 of Pascal and the Forger
With a dejected sigh, I explored the floor until I came across a familiar voice. Two, in fact.
I leaned against the wall, caressing my own breasts while I watched a Disaris vampire get bent over by what looks to be a familiar from her own clan. A conversation floats to my ears.
“We need to make it look like them.”
“And how will we accomplish that? You bore me, Alexander. Get to the point.”
“We eliminate the problem and blame the middle territories. We’re not that far off. The supply run could be our cover. Easy. I’ll be arranging a meeting with Cassie and your clan to discuss… some possibilities. If we time it right, she would be more inclined to my suggestion.”
“What’s in it for me? Why not go to Xavier? He’s here.”
Alexander growled and lowered his voice. “It has to be you. Don’t you understand it, you idiot?”
“I’ll play your idiot, you disgusting Corrus cunt. But make no mistake that I’ll play it my way.”
“Davorin needs to be eliminated.”
The Disaris vampire cries out in pleasure and I run my hands up and through my hair, slamming my head back against the wall.
Another, unfamiliar hand touched the column of my neck and squeezed. I snap my eyes open to find the human familiar licking his release out of the Disaris’ cunt. She mewls like an animal and my own pussy pulses.
This was torture. To bring me here and not allow me any pleasures.
I quickly left and made my way further into the crowd of lingering people. Some of the rooms had closed doors while others were wide open and had full blown orgies taking place. The air is humid and thick with the stench of body fluids and blood.
Groaning, I forcefully pushed open the next set of closed doors to find an empty room. Good. I couldn’t take much more of this shit.
What the hell is this place good for?
Plopping down on one of the leather couches, I fell to the side and hung my arms over the armrest.
I couldn't shed blood. I couldn’t fuck. This. Was. Hell.
The doors slammed shut on their own and right when I made a move to sit up, something held me down, pushing my cheek against the soft armrest, forcing me to face toward the couch, obstructing any visual I would have had.
A large, hot, hard body pressed against me out of thin air.
My heart raced and my ass pushed back. He grinded down on me and a low rumble reverberated through his chest.
His smell was throwing me off. Why the fuck did Ian smell like that?
He grabbed a handful of my hair, jerked my head and upper body back, then slammed me into the seating cushions of the couch, contorting my body with my ass in the air.
Fuck, his dominion turned me on.
Large fingers grazed my wet pussy lips and when he groaned, my breath stuttered in shock.
This wasn’t Ian.
I kicked back and he grabbed both my arms, twisting them behind me, locking my wrists together in a vice grip.
“You’re beautiful when you’re enraged.” The stranger’s voice was rugged, scratched, almost inhuman.
“Who the fuck are you?”
His other forearm shoved my head down further, practically suffocating me against the cushion, not allowing me to turn enough to see his face.
A knock came at the door and suddenly the weight disappeared as fast as it came. I growled and turned right as the doors flew open with Jordan walking in.
