Story of Sebastian

Chapter 22

            Sebastian shifted in his clothes as the servant led him down the hall. His skin was crawling from all the soap and lotion the little bitch had used on him. It didn’t help that he could feel everyone staring at him as they passed.

            He was really hoping Elizabeth had a good plan as he resisted the urge to readjust the dagger in the pocket of his jacket. One measly dagger against a whole coven of vampires, he was screwed without a good plan.

            The servant opened the door and pushed at him. Sebastian gave her a dirty look before entering the room. The door slammed shut behind him, a quick peek revealing she hadn’t followed him in. His eyes scanned the room, the candlelight not revealing much. He heard another door open and grinned as Elizabeth walked in calmly.

            “Did you enjoy your bath?”

            “When my skin grows back, I’ll let you know,” he chuckled.

            She smirked and ignored the comment. “Please, follow me.”

            He followed her through the door into a brighter room. There was another massive bed in the center. These vampires probably kept all the craftsmen in business with their custom creations.

            Elizabeth gave a little giggle and a soft rap on another door. Sebastian’s eyebrow rose but he kept quiet. These places were always a maze of rooms and hallways. Gods only knew what was behind the door.

            She turned and held a finger to her lips as the door opened. She was motioning him to be quiet and he wondered why….

            “Holy…” the whispered word died on his lips as Sorcha walked out into the room and winked at him.

            Sebastian grinned. Well, maybe Elizabeth knew what she was doing after all. Of course the thought earned him a fangy grin from their savior. Mind reading vampires, he was still working out the idea of that.

            Sorcha grabbed his hand and pulled him close to the women. The upturn of Elizabeth’s nose proved the stench he was covered in was working.

            “Dear Gods, angel boy, you stink,” Sorcha whispered.

            “It’s repulsive,” Elizabeth grinned. “And it’ll work.”

            “What’s the plan?” Sebastian asked.

            Elizabeth held up a finger and then walked to another door. How many fucking doors did this room have? She opened it quietly and Sebastian swung his gaze away as a naked couple walked in. What the hell was she thinking now? The vampire bowed to the couple and then walked back to them.

            Her hand slid down Sebastian’s cheek and her voice rose. “I trust you remember our deal, angel.”

            “Um, yes.”

            She moaned then. “I’m excited to have you all to myself.”

            Sebastian was about to knock her hand of his face when a vision rocked his brain. Elizabeth was naked, her hands caressing every inch of his naked flesh. He growled deep with lust. Her small frame held a bounty of goodies that was all for him. His hands traced her naked curves and moved to cup her breasts. She moaned and leaned towards him. Bending on one knee, she took his full member into her mouth. The sensation rocked Sebastian to his core.    His skin tingled where her lips moved over him. She was skilled and he shivered as the edge of her fangs slid over the satin skin of his tight erection.