Bite Me Forever

CHAPTER 30: A Burning Question

When we arrived in Edinburgh, the first thing we did was meet with Baba. She was at yet another Red Moon Club. Apparently, she was planning on establishing a hub for her operations in some European capital so she could resume operations quickly after Naran closed her main club in Babel.

Baba greeted us with a warm embrace, and I could tell that she was overjoyed to see us again. We told her about the letter and my decision to head to Paris for a confrontation with Dario.

"You all have my admiration," Baba said, her voice barely above a whisper. "It takes courage to face Queen Naran."

She looked at Viktor and me each in turn, something like pride shining in her eyes. "Let me do something for you before you go: I will arrange a special meal for you both. Would you be eating together?" she asked.

Viktor and I looked at each other uncomfortably. I desperately wanted to say yes, but Viktor cleared his throat before replying.

"We will feed separately, thank you," he said firmly.

I felt a sudden pang in my heart; he did not want us to have sex and feed together like we had done in the past. Why would he refuse me that way? Just when things seemed to improve between us, he pushed me away again.

Baba saw the disappointment on my face, but all she said was "Very well, then I will arrange for you two to be fed separately." She snapped her fingers and a few of her employees appeared beside us, ready to take me away to my private room where I could feed alone.

I looked back at Viktor one last time before being taken away and saw that he was looking at me with a mixture of pity and sadness.

In the room, I waited for my dinner to arrive while reflecting on what had happened between us in the past few days. We had shared such intense moments, both physically and emotionally, yet now it felt like there was something blocking us from connecting again - like an invisible wall standing between us. My thoughts were interrupted when my dinner arrived.

Baba entered my room accompanied by an olive-skinned man with an exotic name, who towered over me. He was breathtaking in his beauty, and I was in awe of him the second I saw him, the instant that Baba brought him into my room.

"Bon appétit," Baba said to me, before leaving us on our own.

"You're beautiful," he said in a thick, Mediterranean accent, the precise origin of which I could not decipher.

"As are you," I responded in as sultry a voice as I could manage.

I watched as he disrobed and I did the same. He really was stunning, astonishingly, breathtakingly so, and I wondered how he would look as a vampire. I bit my lip as I observed his naked body, muscular yet lean, with broad shoulders and an ass that was perfectly round. I smelled the sandalwood of his cologne, peppered with the hint of sweat.

Once we were both finished undressing, he walked straight up to me and kissed me. I tasted the faintest trace of wine. Our lips mingled with each other's, dancing a waltz of our lust, and when he pulled away, I felt slightly disappointed. That didn't last very long; he grabbed my thighs and lifted me, wrapping them around my waist. My fangs began to descend, tingling with anticipation. I wanted his blood; I could smell it, coursing through his veins. I could hear the beating of his heart, feel his pulse against my skin.

"Don't be shy," he murmured in that beautiful accent. "Bite me."

Just then, I felt him inching into me. Unable to contain myself, I sank my fangs into his neck. He groaned, his arms holding me tighter as he sank all the way into me. The high-pitched cry that was released from my lips mingled with his baritone groan, forming a symphony of our arousal.