Airini

4: QUINN

Fuck I was ravenous.

Ravenous for sex, blood, and more sex. Sadly not in that order. I lifted my fingers to my mouth as I checked my fangs weren't protruding; that's not what you want a human to see as you approach them.

They weren't too long. I needed to act fast. I scanned the room below me, irritated that there were so many men here tonight. I finally noticed a girl standing nervously by the dance floor, and I was by her side before she could blink.

"Oh!" she cries out, her green eyes taking in my physically perfect form. She was blonde and petite, and clearly up for action judging by the way she was trailing her finger down my arm. I could hear the blood pounding in her veins, and I tried to maintain control.

"Wow, I haven't seen you here before."

She blushed, oh what a tease. Yearning grew in my stomach as she moved closer to me, her scent informing me that she was drunk, not too much, but enough to not remember much. I was deliberating whether or not to let her suck me off when my ears prickled. The sound was like heavy footsteps loud in my mind, accompanied by the wet stench of mutt.

Fucking dogs.

I glanced around, my eyes meeting that of my cousin, Vladimir. He was gazing furiously at the door, when I saw him.

Bahn, nephew of my fathers sworn enemy, therefore mine too. The girl in my arms dragged my face towards hers, her lips wet against mine as she began to kiss me, long wet kisses that made me decide she would be better at giving head than being fucked.

"Come with me," I growl, and drag her towards the stairs quickly.

"Ooh, you're dominant. I like that," she giggles, and I turn to watch Bahn as he crosses the room, leaning against the bar as his pack of pups follow him.

"That's because I'm the predator and you're my prey, darling," I murmur, pushing open a door as I nod to Vladimir. Vladimir is sprawled over a sofa, inhaling on a cigarette as he watches Bahn with interest. Beside him, a girl rests on his lap, appearing as though she was sleeping. I knew from the way my cousin was content that she had just emptied his balls and filled his belly.

Exactly like I was going to do.

The room we entered was VIP, of course. It was small, but large enough to have it's own bar and plenty of space to fuck, should one desire. I sat on the plush sofa, tugging her to me as she sat astride me. She tried to kiss me again, but it was making me feel sick. Instead I move her away from me, and unbuckle my belt, realisation in her eyes as she frowns.

"I'm not fucking you I barely know you!"

I gaze at her, invading her tiny mind as I see her dreams. She wants to be loved, and adored, like every other silly human. Mo other real ambition there, I realise, before I notice her eyes begin to soften.

"You're not, you're going to suck my cock."

"I am?" she blinks, sinking to her knees as I try to hide the smile.

"You are. You're going to take my cock and suck it like a goddamn lollipop."

She is eagerly tugging at my jeans now, and I sit back, enjoying the feeling of her wet mouth around my throbbing cock. My hands are in her hair, and I'm slamming her head down so she takes the full length into her throat, and I sigh as I see tears spring from her eyes.

Ah, the gag reflex.

It won't help you now.

Her fingernails are digging in my thighs now, and I decide to stand up so I could fuck her mouth violently. The sound of her choking on my cock delights me, and it helps me release the flood of frustration that has been waiting to explode out of me for at least a few hours. It must be alot, because she can't swallow it quickly enough. I grunt as I continue to empty myself into her, before finally withdrawing from her mouth.

She coughs, and is violently sick on the floor. I turn away in disgust, unable to believe she would do that. I buckle myself up, before pulling her to the wall, whispering the words she dreams of hearing. Her sobs subside as she arches against me, her brutal mouth fuck now forgotten. I'm kissing her throat now, and beneath her skin I see the jugular dancing excitedly for me.

"Deep breath, my love," I whisper, before I descend on her eagerly, her body spasms beneath me as I drink from her greedily, my eyes rolling back in my head with the taste.

It's not the best I've ever had, she could do with improving her diet by the taste of her for a start. She slouches against me and I withdraw from her, careful not to take too much to kill her.

She had dreams, after all.

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