About The Author

Katie Salidas is a USA Today bestselling author and RONE award winner known for her unique genre-blending style.

Since 2010 she's penned five bestselling book series: the Immortalis, Olde Town Pack, Little Werewolf, Chronicles of the Uprising, and the all-new Agents of A.S.S.E.T. series. As her not-so-secret alter ego, Rozlyn Sparks, she is a USA Today bestselling author of romance with a naughty side.

In her spare time Katie also produces and hosts a YouTube talk show; Spilling Ink. She also has a regular column on First Comics News where she explores writing from a nerdy perspective.

#Free #FridayReads - House of Immortal Pleasures (Part 5)

House of Immortal Pleasures
Copyright © 2010 by Katie Salidas

This book is for ADULT AUDIENCES ONLY. It contains substantial
sexually explicit scenes and graphic language which may be considered offensive by some readers.

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Part 5

Two shots down, thank God. Daphne swallowed the second stinging gulp of alcohol. A warm fuzziness spread from her stomach, enveloping her mind, but it did not diminish her anxiety over being in this place. Kerri and Jamie had been teasing her for the last twenty minutes, loudly reading off more descriptions from the menu of various pleasures with feathers, leather, teeth—
“And don’t forget, deep, hard penetration,” Jamie announced so loud that a few of the other patrons turned and looked in their direction.
“Oh, yeah, she needs some of that!” Kerri responded before both girls broke into squeals of girlish giggles.
Feeling the weight of eyes on her from all around the room, Daphne tried to hide herself again behind the menu.
Though she tried to deny any interest, Daphne’s panties were soaked with evidence of arousal. The warming effects of the alcohol had done nothing to lessen the ache still pulsing and demanding attention between her legs. Daphne wanted nothing more than to go home where she could be free to satisfy those throbbing urges in privacy. She smiled at the thought of a date with trusty, old B.O.B, her favorite toy. He was the only ‘man’ who never let her down. He didn’t demand any special sexual acts. He never made comments about her body or weight. And he lived only to serve her, as long as she kept the batteries charged.
Heat flushed her face, warming her cheeks. Daphne dropped her gaze to the empty shot glass in her hand. No matter how much the thought of sex tempted her, she could not bear to share herself with someone else. Daphne knew if she let someone else in, let another man get close to her, he would toss her aside when she failed to satisfy him. Just like Ken did.
“You’re falling behind, Daphne,” Jamie slurred. Somehow more drinks had appeared on the table. Jamie licked salt from her hand, knocked back her drink, and then sucked on a lemon wedge before thrusting another shot into Daphne’s hand.
Great, now my ride is drunk. Daphne groaned in frustration. She looked over to find Kerri but couldn’t locate her. This sent a streak of worry dancing down her spine. She knew Kerri would be just as drunk as Jamie. What if some sleazy vampire suckered her into going upstairs?
Jamie stood up, shaking her hips, dancing to the music. Daphne pulled her back. “What are you doing? And what happened to Kerri?”
“I’m right here,” Kerri said, appearing out of the crowd as she walked toward them. “I brought a friend.”
Behind her, a tall, pale man followed. He looked everything like a vampire from a horror movie. Stringy, raven-black hair cascaded down from his head to his shoulders creating a stark contrast to his pale and emaciated face.
“Greetings, ladies. My name is Alexander. I am the proprietor of this establishment. I do hope you are enjoying yourselves,” he said casually. Though his appearance was lacking, his voice carried a pleasant and almost melodic tone. “I noticed you beautiful ladies have been sitting here, unattended, for quite some time.” He frowned, just slightly and turned to face Daphne. “Is there a problem? Are you having issues deciding on your entertainment for the evening?”
Jamie reached into her purse and whipped out her gold card like a shop-a-holic at a one-day-only sale. “Give my friend here the works,” she slurred as she slammed the card on the table. “Whatever she wants. I want her to come home walking funny.” She grabbed another shot and downed it, screwing up her face as she swallowed.
Daphne groaned, smacking herself hard in the forehead. “Please stop. This is so embarrassing.”
Kerri too, pulled out a credit card and tossed it on top of the first. “And if she doesn’t have enough, use this.”
“No. I don’t want this. You guys, stop.” Daphne slammed her fists onto the table. “This has gone too far.”
The gaunt man smiled, showing a hint of fangs beneath his thin lips. His eyes locked onto Daphne’s. “It would seem your friends desire you to have a good time.” The room fell eerily quiet; the sounds of the other patrons and loud music faded to a low muffle as she looked into Alexander’s eyes. The casual drawl in his voice was smooth and enchanting; a stark contrast to his lack of handsome features. “Why turn down such a generous offer?”
A thick layer of fog rolled into Daphne’s mind as she stared into Alexander’s eyes, amplifying her drunken state, making her feel relaxed. Suddenly, despite her revulsion at his appearance, Daphne felt the need to agree to whatever this man wanted.
“Please, Miss, do not insult your friends generosity,” he coaxed, gazing deep into her eyes. At the same time, he extended a hand to help her out of her seat. “I believe I know just what you need.”
She accepted the offered hand, allowing Alexander to pull her away from the table. The two girls cheered as she stood up.
Daphne glanced back nervously at her friends. Two men, no doubt vampires, were already scooting into the empty places in the booth next to them.
Alexander wrapped his arm around Daphne and escorted her up a set of stairs at the end of the bar.

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