Trueblood 01-The-Consolation-Prize by aaa Read Free Book Online Page A

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    “I want you,” Krista whispered in his ear. “I’m wet for you.”
    “Is it raining?” Luka forced the words out, the first he’d spoken since they’d taken him.
    His dick and balls swung free as Eve sprang to her feet. Krista remained where she was, her tongue tracing the pulsing vein in his neck. He knew she was close to biting him. Eve nodded and moved her mouth back onto his dick. Luka groaned as Krista’s teeth sank through his skin.
    The rush of pleasure that followed the pain was instant and irresistible. Liquid fire flashed through his veins to every erogenous zone he possessed.

    No, no . Luka imagined himself shriveling in the sunlight, which was what would happen if he let them get his seed. The Vampire High Council was unforgiving. He’d be pinned out and the sun’s rays would melt him. Forget pleasurable fire, this conflagration would be pure white pain. The agony was said to be indescribable, but Luka was certain he could describe it in those long minutes before the rays made his brain bubble in his skull. Concentrating on that kept his cock in a state of distressed, indecisive panic. To grow or not to grow, that was the question. The pair kept sucking.
    Luka was one of the Trueblood clan, direct descendants of the original vampire family.
    Truebloods had retained and amplified their fertility, passing on that genetic capability, and had for centuries dominated vampire politics. Over time, a few powerful vamps stirred up resentment against those who owed their elevated position to birth rather than merit. Truebloods were blamed for everything, including drawing the attention of mortals to their kind through books and film. Luka was fairly certain they’d pin global warming on them if they got the chance.
    Although many older vampires still considered Truebloods a kind of royalty, once the VHC had turned against them, they’d been forced underground. Considered a threat to the authority of the Council, their rate of procreation was now under strict control. If Luka made another vamp pregnant he was dead. Forget that he’d been captured, chained, and seduced. There was no excuse.
    “This is bloody useless.” Eve flung herself on the bed. “The limp dick is a pathetic excuse for a vampire. He’s a disgrace to our kind.”
    Luka felt a curious shiver of pleasure at her words.
    “Krista, get off him,” Eve ordered.
    The young vampire continued to suck at his neck. Luka thought briefly about dying. He wondered if they’d kill him if they couldn’t get him to cooperate. The answer had to be yes. Was that such a bad thing? Technically, he was dead already, but he didn’t want to stop existing. A wave of despair engulfed him. He was doomed to this painful, chained existence until they got what they wanted and then he was doomed anyway. How had they found out he was a Trueblood? What had given him away? Who had given him away?
    “Now, Krista,” Eve snapped, and slapped her around the head.
    Luka winced as her teeth pulled at his neck. The silver-haired vamp licked the two puncture wounds to seal the holes and stepped back. Luka sagged against the wall and the chains bit him instead.
    “We need his blood in his dick, not your mouth, you moron,” Eve said.
    “I thought if he was weaker, he’d be less able to resist.” Krista pouted and kneaded her breasts in front of Luka.

    Giant marshmallows, he thought. He’d always wondered what mortals liked about those sickly things. He’d tried a pink one once and it had stuck to his fangs. Worse than chewing gum. It was a common misconception that vampires couldn’t eat. They could, they just didn’t need to, although a lot of foods made them sick. Luka’s list included broccoli and peanut butter. He didn’t bother with food now, but he thought about the times he’d thrown up. His cock sent a message of disgust to his brain. He sent his cock a promise that if he got out of this, he’d find a hot woman and fuck her socks off. A mortal.