“I know what you need,” Anka said. Her own orgasm was so close, and she wanted to make it powerful. She sat up straighter as she undulated her hips and held her hand above him. He was close to coming, too, she could tell. Anka moved her thumb and forefinger towards each other and stopped with them a few inches apart.

The man grasped his throat in panic.

“Don’t fight it, you are going to go out on the ride of your life.” Anka thrust faster and pinched her fingers closer together, slowly choking him. She didn’t take her eyes from his face, which showed an intoxicating mixture of pleasure and panic. Anka fed off it, her orgasm fed off it, and as she got closer to her own peak, she closed over the man’s throat.

She could tell he’d come while perishing beneath her. Anka’s full body shook with exquisite pleasure and power. She growled and then groaned before the feeling started to dissipate.

Anka quickly climbed off him and put on her silk dressing gown. There was a knock at her bedroom door. Anka loved the house that Asha had found her. It was pleasant and had beautifully decorated rooms, but the best thing was the access to the Paris catacombs where she worshipped her power benefactor.

“Come?”

Asha walked in. “Drasas is here to see you, Madam.”

“Is she? I hope she has some good news about Daisy MacDougall. Lead on, Asha. My little puppet vampire is waiting for me. Oh, and get rid of that.” Anka pointed at the body on the bed.

“Yes, Madam.”

Anka didn’t dress. She thought she would have more of an impact on Drasas simply dressed in her silk dressing gown. She’d give Drasas a tantalizing glimpse of what she could have.

She wasn’t particular about the gender of her sex partners—Anka just loved sex, and she knew she could have so much fun using Drasas’s body. By the time she walked downstairs and was near the sitting room, she could feel Drasas’s pent-up sexual energy and excitement.

This was so easy.

Anka walked into the room, and Drasas said, “Madam Anka, I have her. Just like you said.”

She feigned indifference and sat on a chair across from Drasas. “Who?”

“Daisy MacDougall, Victorija’s blood bond,” Drasas said.

Anka crossed her legs seductively and watched Drasas’s eyes follow intently.

“About time. Where is she now?”

“Just about to board a private aircraft to come to Paris.”

“I suppose you think you deserve a reward?” Anka said with disdain.

Drasas shook her head. “My only reward is pleasing you.”

Anka gave her a grin. “Good answer.” She held up her hand and moved it up and down her body. Anka knew the warm glow felt like a touch was caressing Drasas’s body. Drasas closed her eyes and started to moan. Then Anka abruptly shut off her power.