Courts and Cabals 2 G.S. D'Moore (the little red hen read aloud .txt) 📖

vampires attain the rank of elder. However, that doesn’t always mean they’re old.

It didn’t take me long to figure out why we’d been dumped here. “Smart, Via,” I guessed the dragon had cloaked our arrival with the turning ceremony. It was a good idea, but it left us in the uncomfortable position of intruding on a highly personal moment.

The question on my mind at this moment was: is this woman a vampire elder? If she was a born vampire, she’d be hundreds, maybe even a thousand years old. If she was turned, she could be as young as seventy. The way she spoke on behalf of the coven made me put my money on the former. Either way, she held the authority that only came with being a magic-wielding vamp.

I followed Lilith out the door, with Dani and Xamira bringing up the rear. The elder took us to a set of suites down a deserted hallway. After seeing more of the layout, I was sure this was some spa resort where pampered socialites came to get their hair and nails done after having a good massage and steam. The only unanswered question was if there were happy endings involved.

“There is fresh clothing in the closets. If you wish, you can attend the ceremony. I’m sure the participants would be honored,” the vamp dipped her head to Lilith, and left.

“Probably to find someone to clean up my puke,” I thought, as I looked at the door assigned to me. I couldn’t wait to take a shower, wash off the blood and sweat of the last day, and get into some clothes. I was almost getting used to walking around in my birthday suit.

“Let’s meet out here in twenty,” Lilith ordered, before disappearing into her own room.

“So much for getting to relax,” I sighed and opened the door.

I froze at what I saw. It wasn’t the rich, wood paneling that reminded me of those fancy ski lodges. It wasn’t the polished-to-perfection lockers where I could store my valuables. It wasn’t even the marble-tiled shower with three different interchangeable faucets that would feel heavenly on my sore body. What stopped me in my tracks was the old guy getting his dick sucked right in front of me.

“Oh, my gods,” the man groaned as he pushed a woman’s head down onto his cock.

“I guess that answers my question about happy endings,” I gulped, not quite sure what to do.

It was a little like watching a train wreck. The dude was old; as in wrinkled, flabby flesh, and those saggy balls only really old guys could pull off. He was standing with his back to me, so I got the million-dollar view of his wrinkled ass.

In sharp contrast, the woman on her knees, eagerly pleasuring herself between his legs, couldn’t have been older than her mid-twenties. She was fit, attractive, and from the sounds the guy was making, clearly knew how to suck a dick. I couldn’t see her head moving, but the noises the guy was making told me he was one deepthroat away from a heart attack.

“Oh no!” the man grabbed the lockers for balance, and I thought his heart was actually giving out. Instead, the woman made loud sucking sounds as she continued fondling his balls.

“He just came, that’s all,” I reassured myself I wouldn’t have to give an old fart CPR.

The old man’s knees shook and his chest heaved from the effort of emptying his balls. The woman removed his dick from her mouth with a satisfied pop, and stood up straight to kiss the geezer on the lips. That’s when she noticed me, standing in the doorway, sporting a half chub. The old guy might not be anything to write home about, but she was fucking hot.

By the way she snarled and charged me, she was also a vampire. She came at me tits out, fangs bared, and ready to eat me for lunch. I screamed like a little girl and moved. I didn’t even know I’d done it until after I was in motion. She seemed to move in slow motion as I leaned away from her strike. I crouched and swept the leg just like Xamira taught me. The vamp lost her balance and went rocketing into the hallway like an out-of-control missile. She hit the opposite wall . . . hard; hard enough to destroy drywall and daze her for a quarter second. That was plenty of time for me to get back to my feet and turn to face her.

“Caroline!” the old man yelled from behind me. His voice seemed to settle the woman, or at least restrained her from trying again.

She removed herself from the broken wall, but didn’t back down. The commotion brought Lilith, Dani, and Xamira into the hallway; all naked and dripping with water.

Four gorgeous, naked women all looked at me, and my dick couldn’t help but sit up and beg like a hungry dog. My friends quickly disregarded me when they saw I wasn’t injured; although, Dani’s eyes lingered before focusing on the vamp. As Lilith turned her eyes on the woman who’d attacked me, the vamp took a step back.

“Caroline,” the old guy finally reached the hallway what felt like an hour later. “Settle down. It’s okay.”

“It’s not okay,” Caroline the vampire snapped as she swept stray brown hairs out of her eyes. “He was peeping on us.”

“I was not,” I replied instinctually. “Well . . .” I continued.

Now all eyes were focused on me, but the only ones I cared about were Lilith’s. Her green orbs squinted in a suspicious manner, and the look on her face demanded an explanation.

“I was told to go in that room,” I started my defense. “I didn’t expect to see this guy getting a hummer. Sure, I might have lingered, but it wasn’t that long. They were basically done.”