RAZOR SHARP

Zora threw him a flat look before bringing her glass back up to her lips. “Imagine yourself as an objective party, would you encourage me to get friendly with you?” she raised an eyebrow, humor starting to dance its way back into her expression. As pleasant of a front he put up, she knew she would never let herself life him enough to let him get close to any of her weaknesses he could exploit. “I’m afraid you might take advantage of your newfound position as a friend of the mayor. But I’m just being overly cautious, right? You would never.” She smirked, shaking her head.

“Hmmm,” Felix pretended to think about it the way she requested. He already knew the answer. Any objective party would warn Zora to stay far, far away from getting friendly with any of the Council representatives....but given the current political climate, they would likely advise her to stay extra far away from a vampire. “No, actually. You aren’t being cautious enough.” Felix sipped his wine casually, his eyes floating over Zora. “Why do you think some of us live to be so old? It sounds bad to say, but the truth is, we know how to play the game. It’s what we were made to do.”

LUX SANK TO her knees immediately, palms running up Felix’s thighs. Fuck. So he was stacked and willing to give it to her hard. Generally, Lux was an oversexed girl. Partially, it was the career path she’d chosen. But it had been easier to fake an orgasm in person, where she could tuck in her head, or press her back to their front. It was harder to do it on camera, where the fantasies were up close and personal. Still, real and genuine arousal was hard to come by, and yet she was overcome by it now, making her body swell. Her eyes closed as she leaned in, pressing a slow kiss to the curve of Felix’s impressive bulge. Lashes fluttered as she lifted her gaze upward, along the length of Felix’s body, until she caught his eyes with hers. She smiled, lips parting slightly, starved already. “I’ll do anything you want me to. I’ll be so good. Take you deep. Choke. Cry. But still beg for more.” Her fingers worked to undo the button on his trousers as she asked, breathless already, “What do you want me to call you while I gag on your dick?”

Zora snorted, shaking her head as she finished off the wine in her glass. “You’d be surprised at the people who couldn’t give less of a shit about the fate they’re leaving their people too and just like to collect titles. I’m sure you’d never sell yourself short, but you should know it is something to find someone motivated. Even if we might not always see eye to eye on those motivations.” She reached for the bottle, refilling her glass as she chuckled softly at his joke. “And we could never have you missing out on those evening hours of sleep.” She ran her tongue over her lips. “You know, you’re running dangerously close to getting me to actually like you, past the usual niceties.” She still wasn’t going to trust him as soon as he was out of her sight, but she couldn’t help but slide onto the more optimistic side of things.

“Dangerously close?” Felix winked, brandishing his wine glass in front of his face. “And what about liking me, past the usual niceties as you put it, is dangerous?” Of course, he knew the political implications. No mayor who was supposed to be impartial other than ensuring the safety of all citizens could be seen as getting too close to someone essentially lobbying for one group of people specifically. It would be political suicide, even in a small town. “Afraid you might not be able to stay impartial if you realize what a fantastic person I am?” He winked again just to show that he was kidding. Sort of.

Dante scowled at him as he threw away his coffee. “Easy for you to say,” he growled, still glaring as he tried to talk him into being a pimp. “Because it is a bad thing, at least most normal people would think so.” Dante scoffed, rolling his eyes at him. “What’d you know about what I need? I’m a part of the damn clan, isn’t that enough?”

“It’s not even close to the full moon,” her eyes narrowed, the hair on the back of her neck rising. She didn’t like someone putting blame on her pack, but she supposed that was exactly what she was doing to Felix, so she rolled her eyes and downed her shot. “Because calling people ‘willing subjects’ really makes it sound that much better. Seriously, for a politician you need to work on your spin.”

She groaned, dropping her head for a moment. “I might misbehave on purpose, if it means you punishing me,” she spoke before lifting her eyes back up to their reflection in the mirror. She kept up her count of the blows, feeling the wetness pool between her thighs from the quick, stinging pain and their locked gaze in the mirror.

Felix didn’t stop until Catherine’s ass glowed. He couldn’t tear his eyes away from the marks he’d left on her, even as his hand drifted between her legs. Groaning at how wet she was, Felix ran his fingers over her dripping lips. “What a wild slut you are,” he teased, one hand moving to his belt. The jangle of his zipper followed the clanking of the metal clasp on the belt, and soon, he was shaking his pants and boxers down past his hips. “Maybe I won’t let you cum. A wet pussy after a punishment means you weren’t really punished at all.”

“The gentle approach is nice if you want to coast. Even if we didn’t have our complications in town, coasting makes my skin crawl. So you’ll never have to worry about that.” She flashed him a smug grin, having been entirely confident in her ability to impress him with her wine choice. She may have been from a small town, but traveling the world wasn’t required to tell what was good and what wasn’t. “I’m not the kind of politician you can sit and have a beer with, but I can treat you to a good bottle of wine,” she teased. She regarded him carefully with his admission, almost bracing for him to be buttering her up to ask her for something, yet what followed his “but” was just another compliment. “Thank you, Felix. That means a lot to hear from you.” Honestly, she was taken aback, having assumed he always thought he was better than her. “I ought to thank you for being so dedicated to the council as well. You don’t treat your position lightly, which was something I was concerned with when I even pulled together the idea.”

Felix did think he was better than her, but not because of her merits. The mere fact that she was a human ad he was a vampire sealed the deal for him. Even so, he raised his hand, palm facing her, as if to stop her compliments. “Anyone appointed to the council would be a fool to not take it seriously. The fate of our people is in our hands...I’m not sure how I could sleep at night,” he smiled at his own little joke, “if I wasn’t giving one hundred and ten percent. I’m sure you feel the same way. I don’t like to coast either. I want change, for the better, and I want to do anything in my power to make it happen.”

“Ahh, I see. Well, my immediate thought is having them talk to me, or another therapist that you have decided to hire at your discretion. Now, while of course I can be handy simply because I’m present, I’d be happy to do some of my own research into trying to find something that would work best for them. I know there are several practices who work wholly online, but I will run into the tricky part of finding those who work online that are…in the know, shall we say, with supernatural entities. I can try to find what I can.” Shifting in her seat, the raven-haired woman looked evenly into the other’s eyes as she continued. “For the sake of conversation, let’s say we decide to strike an agreement. I’ll provide these individuals with my services at a discounted rate. I’d recommend seeing me at least twice a month for six months after being released as a general rule, but for when we kick this in gear, it’ll be the standard for everyone regardless of how long they’ve been out. I would also like to suggest group sessions perhaps once a month. This would be something where affected members could come and sit and air their grievances to influential members in your community. It’s like a town hall, but far more grounded and less stuffy. It puts everyone on the same level. That’s the best thing that I can think of now. After getting to know my clients better, I can, at my own discretion, suggest other means that might make integration either. Regardless of whether its programs or policy changes, I can’t advise until I’ve gotten to know their struggle personally. I’m afraid I do lack a bit with regards to inmates of any sort.”

Felix wasn’t sure what he had been expecting, but the quick suggestion to simply start therapy hadn’t been it. Maybe he was naive to think that anyone could simply hand out advice on how to deal with the clan himself, but still, that was what he wanted. He stayed quiet for a moment, his features unreadable as he thought through her offer and its ramifications. “I can’t accept anything on anyone’s behalf,” he finally answered after clearing his throat. “I’m afraid my people who have been subject to punishment have already been deprived of their freedom to make their own choices quite enough. Any...arrangement, as you put it, would have to be discussed with them individually.” 

Expense was no concern of Felix’s. Even if it wasn’t on the clans dime, he would find a way to pay if any of his vampires wanted it. “But again, they aren’t exactly like normal inmates. For worse or for better, they were...stripped of rights that normal inmates would have.”

FUCK. LUX HAD never actually been with a vampire before – at least, not to her knowledge – and she’d certainly never been bitten by one. Was that how this worked? Or was it just like fucking anyone else? Her heart was beating out of her chest (she could hear the thumping all the way echoing in her eardrums), but she couldn’t help but smile. Coy. He led, and she followed, pushing past the door, turning around to greet his body with hers, flush.

Her arms wound around his neck, her hips greeting his (fuck, he was hot, and he was hard), and she let her head fall to the side to give him better access. “I thought you’d be colder,” she murmured instead, her breath a near whisper. “I’d say… you’re doing all of the right things. The things I want to do to you right now. To have you do to me…” Lips found the vampire’s earlobe and she drew it down with her teeth, tongue flicking against his skin. When she released it, she murmured in his ear, “How rough do you like it, darling? Because I’d love to choke on that big cock, but I’m not sure you’re willing to make me gag.”

31. Tell me about the worst sex you’ve ever had?

“By far the worst time was my first time. We were on a ship, and well, it was quite rocky. My companion may or may not have fallen out of bed.”

“Oh god, I don’t know, maybe half a dozen times? I take ‘l o v e’ seriously. Over the years, there have been a hand full of women who caught my attention and that I formed a special bond with. All of those loves ended differently, and some never really ended.” 

“Sloppy. There’s nothing like not quite knowing what to do with your lips or tongue when you’re kissing someone for the first time.” 

“Yes, and at the time, it was heartbreaking. It felt like the end of the world. To actually place your trust in someone to be faithful and not have that trust upheld is…earth shattering.” 

“Hmm, it must have been @luxdevreaux. It was most certainly a good kiss, especially considering that she’s a werewolf.”