Total pages in book: 119
Estimated words: 112849 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 564(@200wpm)___ 451(@250wpm)___ 376(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 112849 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 564(@200wpm)___ 451(@250wpm)___ 376(@300wpm)
He’s probably right. If I had known originally that my assignment was to kill Saara and Aleksi and get the book, maybe I wouldn’t have accepted it at all.
Though who am I kidding? I was low enough to have accepted anything, just to be given a purpose in life again.
At the thought of having purpose, I snap my attention back to Valtu. Music starts pumping from unseen speakers, a slow, sexy industrial beat that reminds me of my NIN phase in my college years. A handsome black man with a shaved head appears beside Valtu, holding the elbow of another man. I can tell the other man, with his dark looks, is probably a local and most definitely human. The black man stares at Valtu and Valtu stares back and I think they’re having a telepathic conversation like vampires often have.
The black man places his hand on Valtu’s shoulder and whispers something to him, something that makes Valtu bite his lip. Then the man walks away and the Italian human drops to his knees in front of Valtu.
Everyone else goes back to what they were doing before. Saara leads Aleksi somewhere, the vampires resume feeding and fucking the humans, and then there’s this guy on his knees in front of Professor Aminoff, reaching up and unzipping his fly.
Holy shit.
Is this actually happening?
I shouldn’t stay and watch this. I should resume my search for the book. But I know deep down the book isn’t here. Aleksi and Saara wouldn’t leave it with Valtu, they both seem to have disdain for the vampire, which means this room behind the door is just for feeding and fucking.
I should go.
But I can’t.
I stare as the Italian man pulls Valtu’s cock out of his fly. He’s hard and thick and long and holy hell, he is beautiful, every inch of him. His eyes close as the man wraps his fist around him. Valtu’s mouth opens in a hiss and the man’s hand works up and down his cock before he brings his lips to it.
Heat flows through me and I try to ignore the fact that I’m turned on but it’s impossible. This is the hottest thing I’ve seen, watching my professor get sucked off by another man in front of me. For a second I think that maybe Valtu is actually gay and that’s why he’s brushed off most of my clumsy advances, but then I know I’ve seen hunger in his eyes when I’ve caught him looking at me, and a sexual hunger, not just for my blood. Valtu is probably like most of the vampires, without a label, not wanting or needing to be defined by their fluid sexuality.
Even so, I shouldn’t be watching this. But I can’t look away. I can’t stop staring at Valtu’s dick and the man’s mouth on him as he sucks him off. I want to trade places with that man, I want to be on my knees and making my teacher’s eyes roll back in his head.
My god, Dahlia. Get a hold of yourself.
But I can’t. Valtu moans deep and low and the heat inside me starts building and building, a fire that’s growing out of control. God I would do anything to get myself off, to come, and yet I can’t unless, unless…
Suddenly Valtu’s head snaps up as if he heard my thoughts.
He looks right at me.
Like he actually sees me.
Then his eyes close again and he’s coming, his groans filling the room.
And suddenly I’m being pulled out of the room like I’m caught in a backdraft, sucked through the walls, through the city, nothing but hot wind and then I’m falling into my body again.
I jerk, my limbs rising off the floor of my apartment, that feeling you get when you’re falling asleep and you suddenly flail as if you’ve been dropped.
Gasping for air, I sit straight up in shock, crystals clattering to the floor. The candles are still all lit around me, the window open a crack and letting in the sea breeze. Everything as before I left it.
I press my hands all over my body, taking quick stock of my feelings and sensations and the knowledge that I’m here. I’m no longer there in the feeding room, the library, no longer on the astral plane, I’m back in my body, back on the floor of my apartment.
And I feel like I have a massive case of blue balls, a relentless throbbing between my legs.
But before I can even think about it, I feel myself drifting away, my body falling back toward the floor. My head hits the ground and everything else goes dark.
Chapter 9
Dahlia
I’m going to die.
I’m in the dream again. I know it’s a dream, I’m lucid, and I can control it. Or I should be able to. But no matter what I do, I can’t seem to get away.