Vampire's Choice: A Vampire Queen Series Novel by Joey W. Hill

Author:Joey W. Hill [Hill, Joey W.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Story Witch Press
Published: 2024-07-30T00:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

Plenty of troupe members enjoyed just watching, like she and Clara did. But some were seeking a playmate.

The man who’d asked Ruth the question was one of the newer roustabout hires, so either he didn’t know she was a vampire, or that vampires were all dominants.

The muscular and tanned male had a handsome mix of Malaysian and English features. Dark, penetrating eyes, thick hair, and he was on the tall and broad-shouldered side, flattered by the jeans, boots, and long-sleeved snug shirt he wore. His calm assessment gave her that unsettling jolt that a Master’s regard always did.

Fortunately, he was human, so it melted away after the first flush.

“We can talk about your preferences.” His teeth flashed, his expression honest and straightforward. “I play anywhere from beginner to extreme. I just like having a beautiful woman responding to my hand.”

Ruth opened her mouth to answer, but was stopped by a feeling that wrapped around her, a binding so cold it burned the skin at first touch.

It was to keep her from interfering. The main blast of that energy had a target, and it wasn’t her.

The Dom took a step back as if pushed. His gaze darted around her. No matter how new he was, if he was part of the Circus, he was aware of how many of its members might express their displeasure using magical means.

She gave him credit. He didn’t cut and run. He held his ground long enough for a courteous nod. “My apologies. To you and your Master.” Then he moved away.

“I don’t believe it.”

The frozen rope feeling dissipated, but Ruth still felt its hold in her churning reaction. She did her best to focus on Clara’s comment, laced with quiet astonishment. The girl had stayed at the suspension scene while Ruth wandered over to the impact play, but had now rejoined her with the incredulous comment. She hadn’t noticed Ruth’s predicament, which was probably a good thing.

The fortune teller glanced meaningfully toward the far end of the Big Top. Merc was perched in the scaffolding. He had one fist pressed against a beam, his muscled arm taut as he crouched, balanced by fully outspread wings. The traces of white and gleaming ends flickered with the lightning flashes. Though his expression was shadowed, she could feel his gaze upon her. The echo of his message to the Dom was reverberating inside of her still.

Hands off.

It had caused ripples through the tent. Players and onlookers shifted uneasily and looked around for an imminent threat. Fortunately, after only a puzzled pause, that feeling melted away and they returned to their play.

For Ruth, there was no abatement. It had embedded itself in her pounding heart and trembling lower belly. Maybe because she was holding onto it with both hands.

“As you can tell from our conversation earlier, I’ve never noticed him here before. He doesn’t make his presence known. Apparently, he felt the need tonight.”

A slight smile touched Clara’s lips, a mix of companionable female humor and concern as her gaze slid over Ruth.

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