The Blood is Love (Dark Eyes 2)

I nod slowly. “I’ve never seen it before. I want to see it. I want to see what happens.”

He presses his lips together, studying me. “You might not like what you see.”

“You think I’m too delicate to see what vampires do? Solon, I’ve seen it. And I’ve seen what I can do. With you, and with…others.” The awful flash of my teeth sinking into Matt’s neck goes through my head, and I quickly bat it away before it can bring on a guilt-induced panic attack.

I can see the wheels turning in his head, trying to figure out what I can handle. Then he says, “Alright.” He finishes the rest of his drink and places it back down on the bar, eyes coasting over me. “It can get, uh, rather messy in there, even for those not feeding.”

I gulp back my scotch and grin. “And I’m wearing a leather dress. It’ll wipe right off.”

“Can’t say the same for my tux,” he says woefully. “It’s Tom Ford, you know.”

I roll my eyes at how vain he can be. “I know. I’ve seen your closet. And you have a million of them.”

He takes my hand and leads me through the club. By now, most of the vampires are back to chatting and drinking fine wines and cocktails in their own little groups, but every now and then they’ll watch us as we go past. If the easy way Onni approached us changed any of their minds about me, it’s not apparent.

The Dark Room is located at the back of the club, near the stage, which is currently vacant. Wolf is standing outside the door, on guard. With Nordic cheekbones, and his height and shoulders, he has a most commanding presence, especially in his white tux.

“And what brings you over to my neck of the woods?” Wolf asks us, his golden-green eyes dancing.

“Someone in there?” Solon asks, gesturing to the door.

“Wouldn’t be standing here if there wasn’t,” Wolf says, eying us warily. Between Wolf, Ezra, and Amethyst, their jobs at Dark Eyes are all pretty interchangeable. Someone mans the back door, someone bartends, and someone is in charge of the Dark Room. From what I understand, Wolf’s current role is to handle the human volunteers and to make sure it all goes safely. Apparently, despite the restraints, vampires do lose their cool every now and then and flat out kill someone. Just the risk that humans take when they step inside here.

“Think they’d mind if Lenore watched?” Solon asks.

Wolf’s brows go to the ceiling and he stares at me. “You want to watch?”

“Can’t be a very good vampire if I don’t know exactly what goes on in there,” I tell him, feeling a little defensive. What on earth could be so bad? They already explained to me, many times, what happens in there. Doesn’t sound much different than how I feed off of Solon, just probably a lot more clinical. Like donating blood at a blood bank or something like that.

Wolf looks back to Solon, as if to say, are you sure? Solon just nods.

“Okay, then,” Wolf says, putting his hand on the door. “I don’t think they’ll even notice you’re there.”

Good, I think. Wouldn’t want the vampire to get stage fright or something and have me spoil their whole meal.

Wolf opens the door and Solon and I step into the dim room. The smells of blood and sex slap me in the face, a straight shot to the brain, already setting my senses on overdrive.

“Knock if you want out,” Wolf says, before he shuts the door on us.

Oh my god.

The blood.

There is blood absolutely everywhere, splashed on the steel floors, splattered on the walls. But that’s not what has my jaw dropped to the floor, my cheeks flaming hot.

Right in front of us is a very buff, very naked male vampire with his arms chained to the wall, the chains long enough for him to grip the waist of the petite brunette human he’s currently railing from behind. She’s also naked, eyes pinched shut, mouth open in moaning ecstasy. Her back is slashed all over with deep cuts and bleeding and every now and then the vampire will lean forward and lick the blood off her back. For a moment he meets my eyes but it’s like he’s looking through me, his expression lost to the bloodlust.

They aren’t alone in their bloody writhing. At the back of the room is a black chaise lounge, and on it is a plus-sized woman with a great rack lying on her back, also totally naked, with two vampires feeding from her. She has a vampire’s cock in her mouth and while he fucks her lips, he drinks freely from her bleeding wrist held up to his mouth.

At the other end, a female vampire in a green glittering dress is chained to the wall, her blonde head buried between the woman’s soft legs. Her fingers are digging into the woman’s hips so sharply that she’s drawing blood, little pooling droplets that run down to the chair, but she’s feasting on the woman like she’s the main course. From the way she raises her head from time to time, her mouth dripping red, face smeared with blood, I know she literally is eating her out. Or at least sucking her dry.