The Taste of Blood by Jenika Snow

Author:Jenika Snow [Snow, Jenika]
Language: eng
Format: epub, pdf, mobi
Publisher: Evernight Publishing
Published: 2011-01-26T13:31:27.976000+00:00

Chapter Five

When I woke I was lying in a soft, opulent bed in the middle of a strange room. My pussy ached, but the memory of why it did had my heart pumping hard behind my sternum. I slowly sat up, my body nude, the silk sheet sliding off me like warm water. My nipples instantly hardened into tight buds but I didn’t bother covering them. What was the point when I knew there was more to my night.

I was alone in the room, and so I let my mind play back the previous activities. I certainly had not thought this was how my evening would go. Just hours ago I had been titillated with the idea of entertaining four male vampires. I wasn’t an imbecile and had assumed something might be expected of me, but I honestly thought I was strong enough to turn down any advances that had come my way. How wrong I had been.

I wasn’t a prude by any means, but wasn’t a prostitute either. My clients paid me for my company and nothing else. Some of the other girls charged more for a little play on the side, but I had never done that. I had sex with men as any woman in their peak did, but to take money for the act was dirty and immoral to me. Others wouldn’t agree with my theory, claiming I still took a hefty amount of change from a total stranger for the sole purpose of his entertainment. Those were the same people that watched the shows on TV that depicted the whores on the side of the road, or those Lifetime specials about call girls.

It didn’t matter to me, because I was a grown woman and, if I wanted to have sex with a total stranger, or in this case, four complete strangers, I fucking would! I was a free spirit, a wanderer by heart, and to be honest, my time in the city was coming to an end anyway. This was my last hoorah, my last bang before I left.

The door slowly opened and in walked Mikael. He was fully clothed, and the way he stalked toward me reminded me of a feral animal, a beast in the jungle. He stopped at the foot of the bed and reached down to take hold of the silk sheet. He slowly started to pull it off so it slipped over my body like ink spilling. The feeling was sensual, erotic even.

“Come here.” I moved closer, obeying his command without hesitation. I went onto my knees so we were so close our breath mingled together. “Tell me your name.” His voice was soft yet deep, commanding yet coaxing.

“Jane,” I whispered.

A slight smirk crossed his lips. “Tell me your real name.” He reached his hand up and gripped my neck. He was gentle, his thumb moving methodically across my rapidly beating pulse. I swallowed hard. Deep inside I knew he had seen through my lie. He was probably hundreds, if not thousands of years old.

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