hunger

Mel heard the door open and close in the background and, for a brief moment, she contemplated getting up from bed, but there was no reason. Jayce could deal with whoever thought it was a good idea to interrupt her mid-feeding. Warm, sweet blood flowed into her mouth and with it, her hunger receded to the back of her mind for another night.

“Viktor, what the hell?” The woman under her mouth spasmed when Mel bit down harder, her pleasure spilling into Mel’s mouth with the force of a flood. Mel swallowed a last mouthful before letting her body drop to the bed.

She’d either survive another meal or bleed to death while she dealt with this.

Mel turned around to find Viktor covered in blood, his white shirt soaked, sticking to his chest, dripping down her carpet. She quirked an eyebrow in his direction. Even when she was aware of her own insatiable hunger, as a born vampire she had better control over her deadly instincts, something her darling lovers were still struggling with years after turned.

“No worries, it’s not my blood,” Viktor smeared blood over his mouth with the back of his hand, tilting his head in the direction of the door. “We might have a problem, though.”

“What did you do?” Jayce’s tired voice almost warmed Mel’s undead body. She walked closer, her bare feet silent on the expensive carpet, grabbed Jayce’s hand and brought it to her lips, his fingertips barely ghosting her skin. Jayce’s eyes darted to Mel, stopping on her mouth still dripping blood. He licked his lips hungrily, but didn’t come closer to catch the sweet, red drops with his tongue.

“Darling, let him explain.” Mel playfully bit down his finger and he caught her intention, wiping the corner of her mouth, licking the blood from his fingers afterwards. “There’s gotta be a good explanation.”

Mel turned in Viktor’s direction and narrowed her eyes. In the years she’s known them, her boys have done a number of stupid things, but nothing a good glamour can’t fix. She wonders what it was this time around. “Start talking, Viktor.”

A hint of hesitation came over her lover’s face, but it was gone in a blink. “So, I ran into one of the Barons tonight-“

Jayce groaned, retreating to the bed to check on their meal, clearly trying to prepare himself for the end of Viktor’s story.

With a sigh, Mel turned around and joined Jayce on the bed, grabbing one of the woman’s wrists, placing her lips on her pulse point. The woman moaned as Jayce drank from her throat.

“How many dead?” Mel ran the tip of her tongue on the woman’s wrist.

“Three, but that’s not the point.” Viktor came closer and sat on the bed, running a hand up Jayce’s arm. “Did you know Silco has a weapon now?”

“Silco is a weak, aging man.” She sank her teeth into the wrist, letting the blood drip down her lips. “He can acquire as many weapons as he wants, he will not live to see another decade.”

“Yeah, tell that to the blue-haired human girl that just killed a Baroness for looking at Daddy the wrong way.”

Jayce spluttered, coughed and lifted his head in Viktor’s direction. “You gotta be kidding me.”

“Darling, please swallow before you speak,” Mel admonished, an amused smile playing at her lips. “Human girl, you said?” Viktor nodded, eyes dark as he followed the trail of blood on Mel’s face. “If Silco wants to come after you for the Barons, let him. I’ll remind him why humans never stick around.”

Mel pushed the dying woman’s arm in Viktor’s direction and he took it gratefully. Her thumb traced Viktor’s cheek as he bit down and Mel watched delighted how her lovers sucked the woman dry.

With a dismissive hand wave, she added, “they can try, but no one’s taking my boys from me.”