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about my blood—was true, she had no real reason to keep me around.

I was useless to her. If she couldn’t live off my blood, maybe it wasn’t crazy to think that on some level, Camila did want me.

I looked between our bodies. Camila turned my hand over and started tracing little squares over my freckles. Her fingers were so warm. She was putting me under her spell. This time I didn’t mind.

“If I stay, what will we do?”

“We can do whatever you like,” she said softly. “But for right now, why don’t you change.” She nodded toward the tracksuit on the bed. “Then we’ll go check on your roommate.”

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Ditching the transparent lace helped mellow me out, but just a little. I didn’t think it was possible to be completely at ease around Camila. She didn’t bother to cover up any more than she already had, and this time as we walked down the hall, she walked beside me, our fingers intertwined. More than once, I caught myself trying to sneak a sideways peek at the outline of her nipples in the thin black cotton. She caught me looking every time.

We entered a different corridor and the energy in the air seemed to change.

And then I heard the moaning.

Camila led me to a large open archway, to the source of the erotic sounds. Black and red cushions covered the carpeted floor of another dimly lit room. The space was filled with naked female bodies. The girls had broken off into groups of six or seven. Every girl was touching someone else and being touched, lips on lips, in every way. Bare thighs and bare asses being pinched and stroked.

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Everywhere I looked there was naked skin on naked skin, the mounds of flesh pulsing in different rhythms that in some way all seemed to match. No doubt the scene was an instant turn-on, but there was no real sense of any emotional connection when there are forty some-odd people trying to get off.

I scanned the room looking for Amy. She was in the middle of a heap of breasts and thighs. Danni was on her knees with her face buried in Amy’s crotch. Surprisingly, Amy was kissing Paige passionately on the mouth. Barb was lying on her back with her arms wrapped around Paige’s thighs. She sucked Paige’s pussy, making her moan in Amy’s mouth.

Cleo sat a few feet away from the group. Benny was sitting between her legs, her own knees drawn up to her chin. Cleo had her ceremonial robe wrapped around them both. When she saw us, Cleo waved us over.

We crossed the room, stepping around bare feet and steadying hands. When we reached Cleo and Benny, Camila pulled me in front of her and sank to the floor. I sat between her legs and tried to act natural when she wrapped her arms around my waist.

I stared at my toes, listening closely while Camila leaned over to whisper to Cleo.

“Is everything okay?” She must have been talking about Benny.

It made sense that she didn’t feel comfortable enough to join in the activities. I didn’t have Benny’s weight or acne problems, and there was no way I was ready to dive headfirst into a girl orgy.

“We’re going to take it slow until Benny’s ready,” Cleo replied.

I glanced over in Benny’s direction. Cleo was gently stroking her hair as if patting it would tame the wild frizz. Benny caught my eye and the corner of her mouth turned up in a weak attempt at a smile.

I did my best to smile back in understanding.

Then Benny looked over at Camila. “I am ready to feed you, whenever you need me.” Her voice was low, but there was no hesitance in her tone. She knew what she was here to do and she was completely ready to offer her blood up to the sister-queens. I wished for a moment that I could boast that kind of confidence in any kind of purpose.

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Camila pulled her arm from around my waist so she could touch Benny’s cheek. I didn’t miss the devotion in her voice.

“Thank you.”

Benny seemed to relax then turned her eyes back toward the scene in front of us.

Camila’s arms came back around my middle and she pulled me closer to her body. I felt her warm breath on my ear and I swallowed, fighting to keep my eyes open. I failed. Camila’s nipples were hard, so hard I could feel their perfectly puckered tips on my back through the layers of our clothes. Lower, I felt the heat from her pussy against a small bit of my exposed skin. I’d never been held like that before.

It was comforting and arousing all at once. A little overwhelming.

Suddenly, I realized I didn’t care what Camila was; I didn’t want her to let go.

“Just watch,” she said through the whimpers and pants that filled the air. “No one is hurting. No one will experience any pain.

Only pleasure.”

I took a real look at the erotic scene in front of me. I knew why Camila had brought me here. I could have watched a group of girls go at it on the Internet. She wanted me to witness a feeding firsthand.

I searched around, looking specifically for one of the sister-queens. A swish of white-blond hair caught my attention. Across the room Natasha’s new “pets” were crawling all over her and each other. Layna’s tongue was buried deep inside Natasha’s mouth.

Heather’s fingers were buried deep inside Natasha’s bare pussy.

Samantha was latched on to one nipple and Anna-Jade was suckling the other. Another older member of ABO, Georgiana, rubbed the clit of a girl named Julia. Julia was handling Samantha with her mouth.

It seemed so…complicated, but so perfect at the same time.

“Watch,” Camila said again. “Natasha likes to feed before she comes. She’s so close. Look at her, the way her stomach moves. So close.” My eyes followed the path over Natasha’s body. Her hips thrust up, swirling down on Heather’s fingers. Her belly moved in gentle waves, her muscles tensing over and over beneath her smooth, pale skin.

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Natasha gripped the back of Layna’s head and broke away from their kiss. With her other hand she gently encouraged Anna-Jade up her body, so her neck was level with Natasha’s mouth. Her lips peeled away from her teeth and her fangs quickly elongated, shooting down from her gums. She paused, gazing at Anna-Jade’s throat, and at that exact moment Camila’s hand slid under the top I was wearing. Her fingers and her open palm slid over my stomach.

Higher and higher, cupping me gently.

I swallowed again and found myself leaning into her body even more. She took that as a sign and slid her hand over my breast. The sensation of her warm palm grazing over my tight, tingling skin shot right from my nipple to my clit. I ruined the bottoms of that tracksuit for sure. I was soaking wet.

Natasha waited a half second more then bit into Anna-Jade’s neck. Anna-Jade cried out and I whimpered in sympathy, imagining the pain.

“Shh,” Camila said. “There’s no hurting. No pain.”

As Camila’s words sank in, Anna-Jade’s body went rigid for a moment and then she started coming even harder, her legs flopping and straining on the red cushion. Layna whispered something to Heather who took that as her cue to drive her fingers even harder into Natasha’s slit. Natasha released Anna-Jade from her grasp and started to ride Heather’s fingers shamelessly. I stared in awe at the red-stained tips of her large fangs. A drop of blood trailed down her lip, dangerously close to rolling down her chin as Natasha rode out her own orgasm. She blinked heavily when the tip of her tongue caught the drop. And as she savored it, Natasha fixed her sights on her next meal. Samantha. There were a few seconds that passed where Camila continued to touch me, one hand stroking over my stomach and the soft, but confident fingers of the other hand playing with my nipple. We watched Samantha anxiously climb up Natasha’s lean body. She steadied herself on her hands and knees and boldly offered her neck. Natasha bit into Samantha’s skin hard and fast, keeping her in place with a firm hand on the back of her head as Samantha’s body arched away. She came with a loud and hard groan.

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That’s when Camila’s right hand slid into my track pants. But she waited.

I knew exactly what I wanted, and at the same time I had no clue. I’d thought about having her hands on my body so many times before. Silently, I’d begged her to touch me, but now that her fingers were so close to where I’d wanted…I was scared.

Her vampire senses or magical powers must have caught my hesitation because her fingers slowly began moving back up and to the side, drawing light circles between the width of my hips.

“I can stop,” she said. “You can leave.”

“No. I…” I wanted to stay right where I was, there on the floor. I wanted to watch the girls touching each other in front of us. I wanted this queen of demons to touch me. I was tired of my fantasies and the low-grade stalking. I wanted the real thing with her. But I couldn’t force myself to say the words. This wasn’t just some random hookup, even if I did get up and walk away as soon as it was over. This was the girl literally of my dreams asking for my body. Asking for permission to bite me.

I didn’t know if I could say yes.

A shiver tore through my shoulders as she placed a single kiss to my neck.

“Do you want me to stop?”

I shook my head. My desperation must have been obvious because Cleo coughed back a laugh beside me. I whipped my head in her direction, but before I could ask her anything, Camila slid her hand between my legs. She wasted no time spreading my short curls and finding my clit. I moaned, forgetting all about Cleo’s mocking.

Camila’s fangs grazed the side of my throat, and even though I should have been, I couldn’t bring myself to be scared anymore.

Pathetic, yeah, but her fingers felt that good. My head dropped back against her shoulder. I closed my eyes and pushed the fact that Benny and Cleo were right beside us, watching me now, out of my head. I basked in the feminine sounds of ecstasy flowing through the room and I let myself feel Camila’s fingers as they caressed my body.

She pinched my nipple, drawing the already throbbing peak out even more. I shuddered, wanting more, getting more as two of her

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fingers slid inside my pussy. My hips pitched up off the floor. My body pressed against her palm and I groaned helplessly.

“Please, Ginger,” she said. A purr, a deep tremble of noise that made me even wetter accented her voice. “Please. I just want a taste.”

And there it was, the voice I’d been wanting to hear all along. I turned slightly, just enough to face her, but not enough for her to pull her hand away. Those beautiful eyes glinted back at me. She didn’t try to deny the truth of what her bite would mean. She’d be claiming me as one of her own, even if my blood wouldn’t truly feed her. I was giving her a part of myself. Before I could chicken out, I faced forward again and arched my neck to the side. I didn’t feel the initial puncture of my throat. Instead, a cool, tingling sensation spread out under my skin, and as she drank, I felt the sweet sucking all the way down to my toes. She held me in an iron grip until she’d had her fill, but long before that, I came as she stroked me and erupted all over her hand.

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Sometime later, I woke up in Camila’s bed. She didn’t have a clock in her room, but I got the sense that it wasn’t morning yet. I stretched and rolled over. Looking around, I realized I was in bed alone and completely naked.

“Hi,” I heard her murmur.

I sat up and blinked until my eyes settled on Camila. She was sitting in one of the armchairs, reading a book. She’d ditched her tank top. I couldn’t help but think about how badly I wanted to suck on her full brown nipples.

I cleared my throat then looked down. I started smoothing the blanket over my thigh while I tried to think of what to say. Camila got up from her chair and crawled on the bed next to me. I couldn’t ignore the way her breasts swayed under their lush weight as she crawled on all fours through the sheets. When she was settled next to me I thought, screw it, and gently stroked her nipple. She hissed and I could see the tips of her fangs peeking out from between her lips.

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“What happens if I agree to this?” I asked, my voice thick with sleep.“During the day, things don’t change. You go to class. You study. You spend time with the girls.”

“And at night?” I rotated my finger, pushing the very tip up before swirling it back downward. Her nostrils flared again, but she didn’t try to move my finger.

“At night, we find out more about what having our blood inside you means. You feed me, if you like, and I continue to worship your beautiful body.”

“But my blood does nothing for you.”

“I wouldn’t say that. You have a wonderful taste.” She touched my cheek. “I want you to stay.”

I dropped my hand to my lap, turning her words over in my head. The girls of Alpha Beta Omega and the sister-queens they served had plenty of opportunities to hurt us, but my initial bout of outrage and brattiness aside, they had been nothing except kind and gentle, showing each one of us undeniable pleasure.

I wanted to keep the friends I had made. I wanted to know more about myself and, all said and done, I wanted Camila. Yeah, she terrified me in some ways, but I didn’t want to consider going the rest of my life without seeing her again. I doubted they would let me just hang out if I turned this chance down.

I held out my hand, palm up. Camila was out of bed and back with a short silver blade and thin black box in less than a moment.

She took my outstretched hand and waited for me to look into her eyes.

“Ginger Elizabeth Carmichael…” She smirked as she said my middle name.

“Okay. Don’t get cocky with it.” I scowled.

“Will you allow me to bind you to myself, my sister-queens, and to your sisters?”

“Yes.” I barely said the word with any volume, but I knew she’d heard me. My palm burned as the blade came down across my skin. I was proud of myself for not flinching. Camila dropped the knife and quickly sealed the cut. As her tongue trailed over the

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