Feral by Sheri Whitefeather Read Free Book Online

continued, “I could rub chunks of pineapple on you and lick off the juice.”
    She imagined the sticky substance trailing between her thighs.
    “Pineapple is one of my favorite treats,” he told her. “I’m not a strict carnivore.”
    “I didn’t think you were.”
    “I do like my meat rare, though.” He gestured to a door splattered with red paint. “And speaking of carnivorous behavior, that’s the blood bank, where vampires pretend to feed and where the baths occur.”
    She expected him to take her inside. Luckily, he didn’t. She breathed a whopping sigh of relief.
    He continued the tour. “Behind the sparkling blue door is the sensation center. That’s where people use toys and sensory objects to stimulate themselves or their partners.”
    Jenny didn’t comment. She didn’t know anything about sex toys. She’d heard about parties where women got together to buy those kinds of items, sort of like Tupperware parties, only kinkier, she supposed.
    Noah guided her farther down the hallway. “The art center is over there. It’s for body painting and whatnot. I’m not skilled in that regard, but I appreciate art. That’s why I included a museum on this floor, too. It’s filled with erotic and supernatural-themed paintings and sculptures.”
    He didn’t take her to the museum. He turned around and headed toward the blood bank. She slowed her steps.
    “Come on,” he coaxed.
    Shoot. She moved forward. Lagging behind wouldn’t earn her the check he was supposed to give her tonight.
    He opened the red-splattered door, and she wished he didn’t have such a strong hold over her. Between the money and her attraction to him, he’d snared her but good.
    He ushered her into a cavernous room with sofas and chairs, occupied by groupies being fed upon. Jenny noticed that some of the players were more theatrical than others. A man with tousled dark hair and hypnotic green eyes sucked ravenously on a woman who actually looked as if she was in a trance. Her skin was almost as pale as his, and her head flopped back, exposing the column of her neck.
    “This way,” Noah said, taking Jenny in another direction.
    They came to an area with tiled floors and rows of claw-footed bathtubs. It was creepier than she’d imagined.
    More fake vampires.
    Dressed in Gothic garb, they leaned over the tubs and poured thick red liquid from antique pitchers, drenching naked groupies.
    In another area was a row of shower stalls for the bathers to rinse their skin after their experience ended.
    Jenny stayed close to Noah, which did little to ease her discomfort. He’d created this setting for his club, and it looked like an erotic remake of Psycho .
    The female groupie in the first tub was climaxing. She had her hand between her legs, stroking herself while she took her bath. The vampire dousing her with blood was female, too, and remarkably beautiful, with a shapely figure and long, fiery auburn hair. She glanced over at Noah and smiled.
    “That’s Sienna,” he said.
    Curious if they were lovers, Jenny asked, “Do you sleep with women who dress up as supernaturals?”
    “No.” He put his mouth close to her ear. “They don’t make good prey.”
    “Not like me.”
    “No one is like you. You’re my sexual ideal.”
    “Matt said that I have the upper hand.”
    “Who’s Matt?”
    “My cousin. He was at the fund-raiser. The man I was talking to before you approached me.”
    “Why does he say you have the upper hand?”
    “Because of the lengths you’re going to in order to seduce me.”
    “Hmm. That’s interesting. So is he right? Does it make you feel powerful to know how badly I want you?”
    She looked at the bloodied activity in front of her. “Not at the moment.”
    “I wonder if you’ll feel powerful when you’re strapped to my bed. Or when—”
    She cut him off. “I want to go now.”
    “Go where?”
    “Home.” She needed to breathe, to get away from him.
    “All right.”
    She spun around to face him.