Page 53 of The Vampire Oracle

I blinked before a smile broke on my lips. Laughter exploded from my chest at her caveman impression of me.

“It’s not funny. I’m pissed at you.”

I laughed more. Of course she was. I was stupid and unable to communicate. She was spot on.

“Are you laughing at me?”

I breathed, running my heavy hands over my face. “No. I’m not.”

She obviously saw the smile hidden behind my palm as she sat back. After a moment of silence, she whispered. “I think that was the first time you laughed like that.”

My eyes moved to her as I pulled into the parking lot of the strip and sex club, High Rollers. Maybe to her, it was the first time I laughed like that, though I couldn’t remember the last time. I hadn’t been around the others the last few months just because I was working. I felt alone a lot lately, not with the men and Psalm. Like usually it was pretty lonely, Briar would be working on his research in his room all day, not even eating. Beck and Abel would play video games all day. Osiris and I worked. It was an endless routine that she broke. We wanted to spend some time with her.

We both get out, and I round the SUV just in time for her to be at the front. I held out my arm for her, and though she rolled her eyes, she took it.

“Should we really be doing this tonight, Kier?” She hissed in a huff voice.

“We are here on a mission,” I explained. Her spine stiffened as we walked through the door. The music was blasting in the air. I paid for us to enter, and we went in.

She clung to my side, eyes on the dancers. The club had low lighting, a crimson red that lingered over people. I led her to the back of the club, eyes scanning the area. People were having sex and getting lap dances, and I knew further in the back there was a bar.

“What exactly is a sex club?” Psalm asked, inspecting her red band.

I turned to look down at her. “Green bands mean down for anything, watching and fucking. Yellow means hesitant but willing. Red means… don’t fuck looking at the beautiful girl in the short black dress.” I explained, eyes looking around again.

“You just looked at me,” she teased, but I let her win that one.

Men weren’t able to look at her with my wide body blocking her from most of the men in the room.

I said nothing, guiding her to the back of the club and down a hall. All sex clubs had private rooms, right? My eyes scanned the room after I pulled her into one, looking for Theron to pop from the shadows.

“Meeting someone? Is he in your imagination?” Psalm asked, chuckling as she sat on the red couch. I could only imagine what people did in this room.

I pulled down my phone, throwing a text to a coded number. Thanks to Abel, we were able to text each other coded with no fear.

Theron sent one back.

My nerves spiked as I moved to the couch and heard footsteps coming right to our door. “Someone’s coming,” I muttered, sitting beside Psalm.

Her deep brown eyes glanced to the door. “The same place that the guy is from? Your imagination?”

I growled as the door handle jiggled. Quickly I hosted Psalm onto my lap and pulled her into me. Her thighs were straddling my large thighs, causing that beautiful dress to be pulled up her thigh.

“Kier!” she screeched but I gripped her hair and pulled her lips into mine. She stiffened for a moment until she finally melted into me. My eyes closed as my other hand gripped her ass and pulled her right into my growing cock.

“Oh shit, wrong room!” a man said, closing the door.

But neither of us pulled away. Our lips moved together until my tongue ran over her full bottom lip. Her hands gripped my shoulders as she pressed herself further into my chest. I could feel her nipples budding with her piercings against my chest.

My hands rolled her hips as I pushed my hips out to her. Our cores met, and she moaned right into my mouth. My fingers dug into her ass.

I wanted to bury my cock inside of her. It grew against her, heat boiling in my lower stomach. I wanted to make her scream so loud that she could be heard over the music.

My hands pushed her dress up more, and she didn’t stop me. Instead, her hands dropped to my belt. Her small fingers worked on the buckle as she grinded against my erection.

A few more minutes and my cock would be buried inside of her, bouncing her up and down my cock.

“Well, maybe I shouldn’t interrupt,” Theron’s voice came, making us pull back.