Jody plunged her mouth against the blonde’s neck.
“Oh, oh my God!” the blonde screamed, jerking as if electrocuted.
“Oh my God, I’m coming. Ohhhh, I’m coming.” Her hips thrashed wildly, her fingers clenching and unclenching, unable to break Jody’s restraining grip. The man, lost in the furor, groaned and went rigid. Becca registered the look of ecstasy on the blonde’s face as her cries gave way to whimpers, but Jody was the focus of her attention. Jody’s eyes slowly closed as she fed, her throat working convulsively. Her long, slender fingers trembled on the blonde’s breast. Her pelvis jerked each time she swallowed. She was coming. Each time the blonde’s blood filled her, she twitched with another orgasmic spasm.
Becca gripped the doorjamb, her clitoris rioting. The sounds, the scents, the sight of Jody in blood thrall were so exciting she thought she might come. She imagined sliding her hand down the pale, sculpted surface of Jody’s abdomen and holding her sex while she came in fitful wave after wave. Becca’s sex twitched with a rapid-fire series of near orgasms, and her legs buckled. Only her death grip on the door frame kept her upright.
Jody heard a strangled moan from the direction of the hall and dragged her mouth away from the blonde’s throat. She licked the punctures closed.
“Oh, don’t stop,” the blonde keened, grabbing Jody’s head when Jody released her wrist. She tried to pull Jody’s mouth back to her neck.
“It feels so good. So good. Don’t stop. Take more.”
“No,” Jody said through gritted teeth. Her sex still throbbed, she still hungered, but she’d have to take the man if she wanted to keep feeding. The blonde had given enough, and even though Jody was certain the pair would be happy to couple again while she fed from him, she was more interested in the woman standing in the doorway. She pushed free of the blonde’s grasping hands and sat up on the side of the bed, gripping the mattress while she subdued her lingering bloodlust.
When she was no longer shaking with hunger, she looked over at Becca. She’d known Becca was there from the moment she’d arrived, had scented Becca’s growing excitement as she’d watched. When Jody had finally fed on the blonde, she’d climaxed in the heat of blood thrall with Becca’s essence flooding her consciousness. “Enjoy yourself?” Becca gasped, her expression startled, as if she’d been awakened from a dream. “I need to talk to you.”
“That’s all?”
Backing quickly into the hall, Becca breathed deeply and tried to get control of her out-of-control body. Jesus, what had just happened?
She couldn’t believe she’d stood there watching three strangers have sex and pretty much come herself in the process. She kept seeing Jody Gates’s refined features contort with need, and then the incredible beauty of her pleasure as she came, over and over, while she fed. Becca had never before seen anything so powerful, and she couldn’t help but envision how it must feel to be the focus of that ferocity. Her belly warmed to the image and she found herself struggling to clear her head once again.
Jody stepped out of the room, her shirt neatly tucked into her pants but still open to the waist, exposing the alabaster curves of her breasts.
“You wanted me?”
Becca quickly looked away and said unnecessarily, “The door was open.”
“We encourage participants. You could have joined us.” Becca’s face flamed and she wondered if it showed in the dim hallway.
“Are you trying to shock me? Or insult me?”
“You don’t look offended,” Jody murmured.
“Who are they?” Becca asked, the reporter in her getting the best of her.
Jody smiled, an indulgent, amused smile. “Just a couple looking for an adventure. I didn’t ask their names.”
“And that doesn’t bother you? Being used to fulfill some stranger’s sex quirk?” Becca wasn’t certain why she was angry. What did she care if that blonde had just had the best orgasm of her life and probably given her boyfriend-slash-husband the best fuck of his while Jody took her pleasure with strangers?
“I was hungry. I fed,” Jody said, her eyes turning opaque, a bottomless darkness that Becca found both frightening and compelling. “I don’t get sentimental about my meals.”
“And the sex?” Becca whispered, remembering how alone Jody had seemed, coming without being touched. How she’d almost done the same.
“I’m a Vampire,” Jody said coolly. “When I feed, all of my needs are satisfied. It’s as simple as that.”
“If you say so.”
“What are you doing here?” Jody took Becca’s arm and walked her down the hallway, warning off the Vampires who reached out with invitations along the way with a low hiss.
“I heard there might be a patient with Were fever in the ER, but I can’t confirm,” Becca said. “I thought maybe you might be able to.”
“How good is your information?”
“An anonymous source. But the ER clerk told me enough to make me think it’s accurate.” Becca sidled around a male Vampire feeding from a human male. The man wore the same ecstatic expression as the blonde with Jody. Becca averted her gaze, but not before she saw the Vampire’s hips thrust as Jody’s had while she was feeding. The Vampire’s hand was inside the man’s fly, masturbating him.
“Is your choice of…partners…sexual?” Becca asked.
“Some of us prefer hosts of a particular sex,” Jody said, “if the choice is available. If not…” She lifted her shoulder. “Blood is blood.” Becca wanted to ask more, fascinated and repelled and strangely excited, but they’d reached the main bar and conversation was impossible. The room was a seething mass of hosts and Vampires, and all the Vampires were feeding. The space was awash in sex and blood.
“What’s happening?” Becca gasped.
“Sunrise is less than an hour away. The risen Vampires will need to be underground soon.” Jody slid her arm around Becca’s waist and made a path for them toward the door. “Come on. You should not be here this late at night unless you intend to host.”
“Can’t I say no?”
“Can you?” Jody slowed and, when she captured Becca’s gaze, loosened the hold she’d been keeping on her hunger. Becca’s eyes glazed and her lips parted, her breath coming faster. Jody’s need lashed through her so swiftly her incisors bulged from their sheaths and her sex beat in time to the pulse pounding in Becca’s throat. She very nearly gave in, jerking her gaze away with a snarl.
“Oh my God,” Becca murmured, stumbling slightly as Jody tugged her through the crowd. She’d wanted Jody to take her. She wanted Jody inside her, and she wanted Jody to take her inside. To feed from her.
Her whole body still ached from the intensity of her wanting. “I would have let you.”
“I know, and I am still living. Even a newly risen is stronger than I am, and the room is filled with risen Vampires who must feed to survive.”
“Don’t ever do that to me again.” Becca was furious and afraid and incredibly aroused. “I choose who I sleep with.”
Jody’s expression was unreadable. “It was a demonstration, not an invitation.”
Becca clamped her teeth together to stifle a curse. She needed to work with this egotistical Vampire, at least for the time being. “Are you going to help me or not?”
“I’m going to do my job,” Jody said coolly. She pushed through the door and dragged Becca out into the night. “You should go home.”
“It’s my lead.” Becca jerked her hand away. “You owe me, damn it.” Jody laughed and shook her head. “I’ll call you if I learn anything.”
“No way. I’m coming with you.”
“You’ll have to wait outside while I interview the staff.” Becca started to protest, but Jody was already walking away.