Submitting to the Bloodlust

Succumb to the King

Chapter Thirteen

Seth POV

Getting a club ready in less than a week has been interesting. Luckily, I have hired the best crew the city had to offer. They had the walls and partitions up in less than half a day. The designer was able to design the flow and ambiance of the club without seeing the renovations finished. She used the blueprints and my description to draw my vision. For a human she has talent. She met with me this morning to get my approval. There were only a few changes I asked her to make before opening night tomorrow.

I have some associates visiting me soon who just so happen to be Fae. When negotiating with Fae it is easier to get on their good gracious when they are well fed. What better place to persuade them than a club filled with horny creatures. I will give them time to explore my club and feed on the energy of the party goers before I try to strike a deal. It is the perfect location to meet with them. This is one of the reasons I wanted to renovate so quickly.

The city of Ambrose is growing too large for my witch alone to conceal from the outside world. After weeks of searching for a solution, she gave me two options. Decrease my population by 18% or acquire some Fae magic. If I decrease my population anymore, we will be outnumbered by the werewolves and I’m not comfortable with that. The only logical option would be number two, get my hands one some Fae magic. I want to negotiate not just purchasing Fae magic from the Fae… I want to purchase a Fae. Its risky to bargain with a Fae as is, but asking to purchase one of there own may get me killed. This is where my little siren is going to come in handy.

Mario interrupts my concentration when he saunters into my new office in the club. He has a curious expression on his face but I ignore it. “Did she feed this morning?” I ask him. I watched from the shaded VIP section as Mauri walked in the club with her mom this morning. She looked sluggish and her hands were fidgeting with her dark hair. I have been waiting to talk to Mario to see if she had refused.

“She denied Jades wrist but settled for a few sips from a wineglass… I suspect she is thirsty though; she drank two bottles of water on the way here.” He takes a seat in front of my desk and pours himself a shot from the whiskey sitting at its corner. “She needs to feed soon sir.” He adds before he throws his head back and takes the shot. He slams the shot glass back on my desk and fills it with more dark liquid. “You going to let her starve herself until you have no choice but to feed her?”

My lips curl up in a snarl as his assumption fuels my anger. “Do you have something you want to accuse me of Mario?” I watch him flinch as my tone stings his skin like poison. “You were there, you saw her snap. What the f**k was I supposed to do unleash her on the city to kill every human in her path?” Mario reaches for the shot that he just poured but I snatch it up and throw it back. The liquid burns my throat giving my anger a distraction long enough for me to reel it in.

“I cannot compel her to feed or she will just rebel more.” I try to offer a softer tone to Mario to ease the tension my outburst created. I told Mauri that I had no friends, but that wasn’t entirely true. If anybody was my friend it would be Mario.

He pulls another shot glass over and fills them both up. “I’m just worried about the way you two look at each other sir. I haven’t seen you feed anybody since Lilith.” He slides one of the shots over to me. “Mauri is one of the most beautiful women I have ever seen, I don’t blame you for being attracted to her. I just don’t want to see the leaders overthrow you for breaking a law. Imagine the fit Lilith would throw if she found out you fed Demons step-daughter.” He takes his shot and stares at me waiting for my reaction.

I have been thinking about his same worry for a few days now. The bruises on my wrist have still not gone away from Mauri’s last feed. She has not mastered the art of feeding yet and tends to release more venom than needed when she sinks her teeth into my flesh. I have been wearing dress shirts which hide my wrists, but if someone was to see the marks, they would have questions. If Lilith were to see them, she would freak out. Do I care if Lilith is upset with me? Absolutely not. Lilith and I have been over for 1000 years now. What concerns me about Lilith seeing them though is Mauri’s safety. Now that Mario is concerned about my relationship with Mauri I now have another threat.

I push my chair back and stand. I walk over to Mario and motion for him to stand as well. Once he is in front of me, I stare into his eyes. “You are not to say a word about Mauri and I to anybody. You will not voice your concern to anybody else.” I compel him because I know its my best option.

His eyes blink a few times before he realizes I compelled him. He lets out a sharp breath and smirks at me. “I knew it.” he declares. He pushes past me and exits the room.

Maurianna POV

“Owh, this one is good too. What is it called?” I exclaim as I suck the rest of the shot down.

Mom grabs the shot glass from my hand after I finish and rinses it out in the sink. Already ready to try another concoction on me. “That one is called a green tea. I make it with a blend of irish whiskey and juices.” She slides another shot across the bar. “Okay now be careful with this one. It’s mainly tequila.”

I pull the cold glass up to my mouth but before I can drink it something forces my hand down. I look up to find Seth’s gorgeous eyes staring down at me. “May I interrupt to have a word with Olivia?” He asks, but his question is not negotiable. He takes the shot from me and sets it onto the bar. His hand pulls at mine as he helps me get down from the barstool. “Oh, here.” He says quickly and hands me a wineglass of thick red liquid. “You’re shaking.” He whispers. “Pease drink some, its fresh.”

My stomach churns at the thought of how he got fresh human blood. The glass is warm where I grasp it. He wasn’t lying. Mario appears in the front of the hallway waiting on me to give Seth and my mom privacy. I nod my head as I approach him, letting him know silently that I will follow.

He takes me up the stairs and into a luxurious room on the top floor. It is obviously a VIP room. The lights are dim – just enough fluorescents to see dark furniture in the room. There is a few couches and leather armchairs sitting in a casual social circle. A coffee table sits in the center with a box of cigars and an ash tray. Off to the side is a small stage with a stripper pole in the center. Right as you walk in is a private bar that would fit a handful of people.

I take a seat at the bar and set the glass of blood in front of me. I know I should drink some. My stomach is aching along with my head pounding. I don’t want to throw up again though. I’m tired of taking sips of blood just to puke all the contents of my stomach out moments later. Plus, I don’t know where the lady’s room is and the last thing I want is for Mario to see me puke.

“You need to drink some Mauri.” I jump at the accent rich voice when it breaks the silence. I forgot that Mario was in here with me. I zoned out at the mysteriousness of the room.

I peer into the glass and lose myself in the crimson pool and the idea of drinking it. I want it. I want to taste the metallic on my tongue as I gulp down my new lifeline. I want the pounding in my head to cease and the knife-like pains in my abdomen to end. Reluctantly I pick at the glass when my fingers meet its base. It’s already becoming cold, making the liquid thicker than before. My mouth waters, ready to quinch its thirst, but my stomach churns threatening to betray me. I pull my hand away and sigh. I wish this were easier. I wish that my mind, body and heart were all on the same page.

The door opens and Mario chuckles, "You can deal with her, she dont listen." he proclaims.

“Go keep Olivia company Mario.” Seth’s deep tone wakes up my hunger as he startles me from behind. The door clicks shut as Mario leaves.

I turn my barstool around so that I can look at Seth. He is far from handsome. He dresses top notch like a good boy, but his tattoos that cover most of his body muddies that image. He carries himself like a king, that is for sure. He is dominate in every way and for some reason in this lighting his image excites me. He saunters to me, slower than I would like. He pulls one of the barstools closer to me and takes a seat inches from me. I want to say something but the lust that I feel mixed with the hunger cripples me.

He sticks his finger into my glass and stirs the blood. When he pulls his finger from it and licks the blood that runs down it a soft moan escapes my lips. “Have you fed your hunger today baby?” his seductive voice puts me in a trance.

“No.” I breathe.

“Why not.” He says after he sticks his finger back into the glass. I watch his finger as he submerges it again, pulling it out just to lick the blood from it once more. I can’t help my heavying chest as it quickens. I want to either be his finger so that he can lick me the way he does it, or I want to be his tongue, so that I can taste the glorious substance. “Open your mouth.” his whisper tickles my ear. I follow his instructions and open my mouth. He inserts his finger between my lips. “Suck.” His demand is clear. I close my lips around his finger and suck lightly. He draws his finger from my mouth slowly and dips it into the blood. “Open.” He demands again, and I do. This time, when he slides his slick finger into my mouth, I come alive. One taste of his blood covered finger makes me moan. I suck greedily on him.

His chuckle along with his smirk that stares down at me, make’s my heart race. With his finger still in my mouth he grabs the glass and takes a gulp. He applies pressure to my tongue making me open my lips and release his finger. He rubs his wet finger across my lips and then dips down, replacing them with his. A fire ignites in me when I realize his lips are on mine, I kiss him, but am surprised when warm blood flows into my mouth. He just spit the blood into my mouth. I swallow it, and suck on his bottom lip, making sure to get any residue that could be left. When he breaks away from me, a sly grin plasters across his face. “Your f*****g sexy baby.” His chest rumbles just centimeters from me.

My eyes bounce from his lust filled green orbs to his blood-stained lips. God, I want him. Before I can stop myself, I give into my temptation. I stand from my barstool and crawl onto his lap straddling him. He smirks, his eyes are curious as he watches me and to my surprise, he lets me get comfortable. Now its my turn to tease him. I twirl my finger in the same glass and wipe it on his bottom lip. I bring mine down and lick the blood from his mouth, following with a single kiss. Kissing him like this is not enough though I want more. I kiss him roughly and thankfully he does not disappoint. He matches my energy, his lips and tongue moving with mine as we explore each other. When I grind my apex over his lap his chest rumbles beneath me. A sharp stinging pain breaks my daze and I pull back from him slightly. I use my tongue to touch where the stinging sensation radiates and then I taste blood. He bit my lip. His eyes are completely red now when I look into them. His tongue darts out and licks the blood from my lip. He groans when he tastes my blood. Every nerve in my body is buzzing with lust for him.

He reaches for the glass and dunks the tip of his finger into it. I feel the wet coolness of it when he touches my neck. I’m confused at first until he smiles slyly and ducks his head down. When his tongue caresses my neck I lose it. I squeeze him with my thighs and grind my s*x against his lap. I want him so bad.

His large hand caress my cheek as his mouth continues to assault my neck. He strategically places his wrist at my mouth, “Feed.” He breaks his teasing kisses long enough to give me permission. I lick his wrist and then bite down. I pull his delicious blood into my throat rewarding myself with his nector. I moan as the pleasureable sensations tingle my being. A wave of pure bliss strikes through me as I feel the pinch of fangs impel my neck.