Hunted, The Complete Edition: A Full-length Steamy Vampire Romance (New England Nightwalkers) by Chloe Cole
Authors: Chloe Cole
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in for months now, paralyzed by fear.
The answer came swift and sure.
“Yes.”
She reached for her vial of holy water and said a little prayer.
Gabriel cocked his head, something akin to respect glinting in his fathomless eyes. He turned back toward the door without another word. A second later, it slid open and he stepped through.
She heard it before she saw it. The sounds of intimacy. People talking, and low laughter, and music like before, but this time there was an undertone to it all that couldn’t be denied. The voices were breathy, the music low and sultry, the laughter suggestive.
The wall of muscle that was Gabriel blocked her view, but if not, she wouldn’t have seen anything anyway because, at some point, she’d squeezed her eyes shut.
She forced her lids open as he moved to the side, clearing the path for her. She took one step and then faltered as she took in the scene before her.
There was a row of four booths on either side of them, each housing a couple, except the last, where two women sat draped over a handsome man in a business suit. The booths were tucked away in comparison to the main bar area, but not so private as to hide the fact that their occupants were in various stages of undress.
The couple in the booth closest to them broke from a passionate kiss to look up at them briefly before going back to what they were doing. Zara turned her attention to the couple at the table across from them and swallowed a gasp.
A redheaded woman on a leash dressed in all leather was halfway under the table on her knees, her face in the lap of the man seated before her. Her head bobbed slowly, hypnotically, up and down as his fingers gripped her hair, his face a mask of pained ecstasy.
A thousand thoughts swarmed her mind at once, and then all fell away as the truth hit her like a shovel to the cranium.
Gabriel wasn’t a vampire.
He was part owner of an underground BDSM club.
Relief coursed through her, so complete, it left her trembling. It explained so much. Why there had been so much suspicious activity surrounding this place. Why the blueprints hadn’t matched the permits. Why he’d run out the night they’d kissed. There had to be secrecy to protect the clientele, and they probably kept the Dark Side rooms off the permits to keep from getting raided by the cops. And last but not least, maybe Gabriel had left that night because he assumed she would be turned off by his lifestyle.
The librarian and the sex club owner. Hardly your average couple.
Before she could even fully digest it all, a loud groan caught her attention. The more vocal the guy with the redhead became, the thicker the tension grew in the room as a whole. It was almost as if the sounds and the energy of the couples in the room were feeding off one another.
“Ah, fuck, yeah,” he growled, the hand that had been laced in women’s long, auburn locks now being used to guide her, to push her head further in his lap. She didn’t seem to mind. In fact, the sounds of her encouraging hums and wet sucking were loud enough to hear over the background music.
A gush of heat swamped Zara’s core and her nipples peaked beneath her shirt. She shifted from foot to foot, suddenly hot and restless. Even Gabriel seemed to tense a little, his massive frame going unnaturally still.
“Deeper. Ah, yeah, that’s it,” the man in the booth muttered.
Zara tried to think of something… anything else, but an image crystalized in her mind, so clear, as if she was looking at a painting. Her in that redhead’s place with Gabriel on the receiving end, filling her mouth. Controlling her.
Her breath grew shallow and she felt a low pull between her thighs that she tried to squash.
It was perfectly normal to be affected by watching people having sex. There were billion-dollar industries built around exactly that. No big deal.
But a moment later, she tore her gaze away, ashamed despite her feeble attempts at rationalization. At the next table,
The answer came swift and sure.
“Yes.”
She reached for her vial of holy water and said a little prayer.
Gabriel cocked his head, something akin to respect glinting in his fathomless eyes. He turned back toward the door without another word. A second later, it slid open and he stepped through.
She heard it before she saw it. The sounds of intimacy. People talking, and low laughter, and music like before, but this time there was an undertone to it all that couldn’t be denied. The voices were breathy, the music low and sultry, the laughter suggestive.
The wall of muscle that was Gabriel blocked her view, but if not, she wouldn’t have seen anything anyway because, at some point, she’d squeezed her eyes shut.
She forced her lids open as he moved to the side, clearing the path for her. She took one step and then faltered as she took in the scene before her.
There was a row of four booths on either side of them, each housing a couple, except the last, where two women sat draped over a handsome man in a business suit. The booths were tucked away in comparison to the main bar area, but not so private as to hide the fact that their occupants were in various stages of undress.
The couple in the booth closest to them broke from a passionate kiss to look up at them briefly before going back to what they were doing. Zara turned her attention to the couple at the table across from them and swallowed a gasp.
A redheaded woman on a leash dressed in all leather was halfway under the table on her knees, her face in the lap of the man seated before her. Her head bobbed slowly, hypnotically, up and down as his fingers gripped her hair, his face a mask of pained ecstasy.
A thousand thoughts swarmed her mind at once, and then all fell away as the truth hit her like a shovel to the cranium.
Gabriel wasn’t a vampire.
He was part owner of an underground BDSM club.
Relief coursed through her, so complete, it left her trembling. It explained so much. Why there had been so much suspicious activity surrounding this place. Why the blueprints hadn’t matched the permits. Why he’d run out the night they’d kissed. There had to be secrecy to protect the clientele, and they probably kept the Dark Side rooms off the permits to keep from getting raided by the cops. And last but not least, maybe Gabriel had left that night because he assumed she would be turned off by his lifestyle.
The librarian and the sex club owner. Hardly your average couple.
Before she could even fully digest it all, a loud groan caught her attention. The more vocal the guy with the redhead became, the thicker the tension grew in the room as a whole. It was almost as if the sounds and the energy of the couples in the room were feeding off one another.
“Ah, fuck, yeah,” he growled, the hand that had been laced in women’s long, auburn locks now being used to guide her, to push her head further in his lap. She didn’t seem to mind. In fact, the sounds of her encouraging hums and wet sucking were loud enough to hear over the background music.
A gush of heat swamped Zara’s core and her nipples peaked beneath her shirt. She shifted from foot to foot, suddenly hot and restless. Even Gabriel seemed to tense a little, his massive frame going unnaturally still.
“Deeper. Ah, yeah, that’s it,” the man in the booth muttered.
Zara tried to think of something… anything else, but an image crystalized in her mind, so clear, as if she was looking at a painting. Her in that redhead’s place with Gabriel on the receiving end, filling her mouth. Controlling her.
Her breath grew shallow and she felt a low pull between her thighs that she tried to squash.
It was perfectly normal to be affected by watching people having sex. There were billion-dollar industries built around exactly that. No big deal.
But a moment later, she tore her gaze away, ashamed despite her feeble attempts at rationalization. At the next table,
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