party. It hadn't occurred to him that as she stood there
naked staring down at him that she wasn't there of her own free
will.
"Violet, don't be frightened. We can just
sit here if you'd like."
To be honest, after sitting in the middle of
a room full of vampires fucking, he wanted much more than to merely
sit with her, but the fear he was sure was present in her voice
made him want to take care of her. Vasilije would be disappointed,
to be sure, but he'd get over it.
Without answering, she pushed him back onto
the floor and slid down his body. Her lips covered his cock and
whatever fear he'd thought she'd felt vanished as she took him into
her mouth and sucked gently as her tongue flicked the head. Zings
of pleasure raced through his cock and balls, exciting him even
more. Her mouth made him forget he was surrounded by a dozen or so
others and he let himself go, reveling in the delight of being
satisfied by another.
Each stroke up and down inched him closer to
release, and this human woman he'd just met moments earlier and
would probably never see again became the center of his world for
those few minutes she was between his legs. Her tongue worshipped
his cock expertly, taking his body to heights he had forgotten
existed in his loneliness. As his desire raced toward the finish
line, she grasped the base of his cock and milked him as her cunt
would have if he were inside her as she sucked him to that final
moment of ecstasy. He pulled her to him, holding the back of her
head, as she took everything he had without a whimper. Exhausted,
but wanting to give something back to the one who'd given him so
much, he pulled her up so her face was level with his and kissed
her softly on the lips.
"Thank you, Violet, for making me
forget."
Silently, she turned her head and moved her
hair aside, exposing her neck to him. After giving him such
pleasure, she wanted to give him even more.
"No, that's not necessary," he said as he
gently turned her to face him.
Big blue eyes stared back at him with a look
of hurt in them. "Vasilije said you would like that. You
don't?"
"I do, but let me give you something."
Violet put her hand on his chest and shook
her head. "No. I'm only allowed to give you what you need. He was
quite clear about that."
"Why are you here? Is he forcing you?"
"No. I want to become one of you, but he
says I'm not ready. So I wait until he says I am."
Brandon felt a sickening feeling come over
him. Vasilije was just stringing this girl along, no doubt. He had
no intentions of giving her what she wanted, but he'd let her
perform for his friends.
"You don't want to be one of us, Violet.
Leave here and go home."
Hanging her head, she whispered, "You don't
want me any more than he does."
Brandon lifted her chin and cradling her
face in his hands, he said quietly, "Stay here."
Brandon dressed and began to search for his
sire, ready to leave and not see him for another month. No matter
how hard he tried, Vasilije would never be able to make him into
the kind of vampire he thought he should be. The less he saw of him
and the life he lived the better.
Sounds coming from his bedroom told him that
Vasilije wasn't far. Brandon stormed down the hallway, intending to
tell him how much he disapproved of his treatment of Violet, among
other things. He flung open the bedroom door to find his sire in
the middle of Delilah, literally.
She lifted her head and shot him a look of
pure hatred, but Vasilije merely smiled as he continued to pump
into her from behind. "Did you need something, Brandon? I'm a
little preoccupied right now."
"I'm leaving and I'm taking Violet with
me."
"Like her? Good. But what do you plan to do
with her? I won't let you sire her."
"You don't plan to sire her and she wants
that, so why not let me?"
Vasilije never missed a beat and continued
thrusting into Delilah, but she quickly became enraged at the
conversation taking place around her. "Do you fucking mind? Can't
you save the world after we're