Thrall of the Vampire King (Blood Fire Saga Book 4) by Bella Klaus (namjoon book recommendations txt) 📗

As I caressed myself to orgasm, Valentine shuddered, releasing jet upon jet of creamy, warm fluid. My throat convulsed, trying to swallow it all, but a few drops spilled from my lips.

Afterward, I rested my head against Valentine’s thigh, breathing hard and swallowing all traces of his cum. He continued to stroke my hair as though I was his pet. The striptease music changed to a ballad about a woman rejecting the advances of her returning ex, telling him she would survive.

My heart sank. Valentine’s soul would be mortified to discover what his body had just made me do, and horrified to know that I’d enjoyed every moment of it.

Dipping my head, I pressed both hands to my cheeks and squeezed my eyes shut. What on earth was happening to me, and what would people think?

A deep moan from the other side of the table set my teeth on edge. I raised my head to find Martika’s head still bobbing up and down between Kresnik’s legs. He grabbed the back of her head, holding her steady, and he jerked in and out of her at a violent pace. My lips pressed into a tight line. Everything about this man was violent and ruthless. No wonder he’d been dragged into Hell.

Valentine’s fingers threaded through my hair and massaged my scalp. Maybe it was a sign to mind my own business. I didn’t particularly want to see the Light Lord slamming himself down a girl’s throat, so I let my eyes flutter shut and placed my head back on his leg.

Kresnik’s howls drowned out the singer’s insistence that she would survive, making me clench my teeth. What a show off. Everyone in the club was probably wondering what was going on behind the privacy charm and which poor cow was servicing his needy dick.

A shudder ran down my spine. What if they thought it was me? I knew how rumors worked. Karsten and Ellora would conveniently forget Martika’s existence and tell everyone that I sucked off the preternatural Vampire King before moving on to his extra-loud companion. Then every taunt they’d ever made about me would be true.

I shook off those thoughts. Valentine was under Kresnik’s control, who had just turned a dozen innocent people into preternaturals and was building a zombie army from human prisoners. This was no time to worry about my reputation.

The woman stopped singing, and the pianist played the final bars of the song, leaving Kresnik moaning and panting over the audience’s polite applause.

Martika poked me in the back. I turned and met her laughing gray eyes. She moved her clenched fist back and forth in front of her open mouth, miming a blowjob. I jerked my head away and frowned. Did she think this was the first year of the Academy?

“That was a pleasant evening,” Kresnik said as the applause died. “We should do it again.”

“I look forward to the next encounter, My Lord,” Valentine replied in his smoothest voice.

Clenching my teeth, I scrambled up to the seat to find an opaque bubble around the booth. There wouldn’t be a next time because I intended to do everything I could to restore my magic and be long gone from the cult of Kresnik.

His chair scraped back, and he rose from his seat. Martika turned to me and wiggled her fingers in a wave. I gave her a tight smile and waved back, wondering if she would feel so pleased with herself if she’d seen what Kresnik had done earlier in the infirmary.

A long sigh escaped my lungs. I needed to save all my animosity for Kresnik and for those who knew his plans and decided to resurrect him anyway. And for the members of the Supernatural Council who had persecuted fire users so they had no choice but to join the Flame.

Valentine eased me out from under the table and back into the dazzling red lights of Gourmande. I stumbled to my feet, my head spinning and my legs still shaky from my climax. He placed a hand on my hip, holding me steady as I regained my balance.

“Has he gone?” I glanced over my shoulder to find the singer, an ebony-skinned woman wearing gold lamé, stepping off the stage and into the booth of a pale man who reminded me of the Mage King. A new set of girls walked onstage, clad in top hats, coattails and sparkly bikini bottoms.

“Don’t look around.” Valentine pulled me onto his lap. “Our Lord is now sitting at the other end of the room.”

I wrapped my arms around his neck. “Doing what?”

“Canvassing supporters.” Valentine placed a kiss on my left cheek, then on my right before sliding his hands down my back.

Squirming, I tried to ignore his gentle touches to focus on what Kresnik might be doing in a place like this. “You said this place was just a burlesque bar.”

“It is to the humans, but the supernatural dining room is where human and supernatural performers are on the menu.” He adjusted my legs so that I straddled his lap with my back facing the stage.

“The patrons are vampires?” I asked.

“Every type of supernatural who consumes humans is welcome,” he replied. “Our Lord believes they will be our biggest supporters.”

My gaze darted from left to right, but all I saw were walls of the other booths. Supernatural vampires fed on small quantities of blood. Depending on their species, faeries and demons fed on emotions and sexual energy and life-force. I guess shifters that could turn into predators could technically eat human flesh. The thought of all those dangerous beings in such close quarters sent a shudder running down my spine.

Valentine reached across the table and produced a glass of a sparkling champagne-colored liquid that released citrus-scented bubbles. “Drink this.”

I took a tiny sip, and the taste of lemon flooded my mouth. The liquid slid down my throat, filling me with a burst of sparkling magic. It was some kind of energy drink, which was exactly what I