Smashed (Alexa O'Brien, Huntress #8.5)

“Not a problem. Lead the way.”


Jenner’s eagerness was palpable. It was infectious, waking my bloodlust for the first time in many days. I followed the two of them through the seedy little strip club to a door marked as private. We entered to find an area with small, sectioned off rooms, similar to the change area in a clothing store but bigger. It was filthy, reeking of sweat, sex, and dirty money. As I anticipated spilling her blood, none of that mattered.

“Money first,” she said, closing the door to a private room behind us. She gestured to a small couch with more stains than the human eye could see. “Have a seat.”

Jenner slapped a handful of bills into her hand. “Is that enough?”

Without a word, Brandy tucked the money into a purse too tiny to hold anything else and got to work. Music pounded through overhead speakers, something loud and raucous. She began to sway to the beat, her movements intentionally seductive.

I took a seat on the couch beside Jenner and flashed him a warning look. He merely shrugged and turned his attention to the scantily clad woman. I began to have second thoughts. Perhaps I wasn’t ready for this yet.

Then Brandy climbed onto my lap and thrust her breasts in my face, causing me to forget everything but the pulse beating in her throat. My gaze was transfixed on the creamy expanse of her neck. The sound of her heart thundered in my ears despite the annoying music.

With a hand beneath her chin, I made her peer into my eyes. My intent to seduce was stronger than hers, and she easily fell prey to my manipulations. I made her mine with little more than the right look.

“Holy shit,” she breathed, grinding her groin against me. When I broke the no touching rule by running a hand up her side, she closed her eyes and moaned.

Jenner slid a hand into her hair, pulling her head towards him. With a brazen kiss, he had her melting into a puddle in my lap. With the glassy eyes of one entirely under our hypnotic enchantment, she grabbed for him, kissing him hungrily.

Her arousal was immediate and intense. Despite playing the role of seductress all night, the tables had been turned. Now she was the seduced, and now she belonged to us.

I breathed in the pungent scent of her desire. It coaxed my hunger to life. The need for her blood was powerful, rivaled only by the need for her moans and maybe even her screams.

For just a moment, I flashed back to the last time I’d shared a woman with a man. Just over a week ago, Shaz and I had shared Alexa. It felt like years ago. I groaned and tried desperately to shove the memory aside. It wasn’t Brandy I hungered for; it was Alexa.

With a low growl of frustration, I grabbed Brandy’s wrist and bit deep. She gave a small cry but otherwise noticed nothing. Jenner did a fine job of keeping her enthralled. He tugged on the strapless top she wore, freeing her breasts from its hold.

I tipped her sideways, spilling her onto the couch between us. With her head in Jenner’s lap and her legs splayed across me, she surrendered completely to us.

The trickle of blood from her wrist filled my mouth, encouraging the need for more. Abandoning her wrist, I eyed her throat. Brandy wasted no time freeing Jenner’s constant erection. He leaned back against the couch with a happy groan.

It had been quite some time since I’d taken a woman to bed who wasn’t Alexa. I had no intention of starting now. Sexual desire was part of the feed for an incubus vampire. I needed the arousal and lust of my victim the way fish needed water and flowers needed sun. There were many ways of achieving that without sex, of course. However, it had never been as good as it was with Alexa. God how I missed her.

Dragging my fingers over the warmth between Brandy’s thighs threw her into a state of crazed lust from which Jenner seemed to benefit greatly. She exuded a dizzying sensual energy that I could happily get drunk on.

I watched as Jenner captured her bitten wrist and flicked his tongue over the bite I’d put there. He caught my eye and smiled, a sly twist of his lips that revealed wicked intentions.

I shook my head, sure that I wasn’t sharing his intent. It had been decades since Jenner and I had shared in this kind of activity. Returning to those days was likely not in anyone’s best interest, though it was tempting. We’d certainly had our share of fun back in the day.

Being part of Harley’s bloodline meant blood orgies on a nightly basis. The first few decades of my undead existence had been a sea of blood and bodies. I existed from one night to the next among so many nameless, faceless victims. It was all history now.

I’d like to think I had toned it down considerably since then. No longer did I spend endless nights driving victims into a frenzy. That’s not to say it didn’t happen on occasion.

“Do you want her?” Jenner asked, motioning to the tiny skirt Brandy lifted in invitation.