“Good girl.” His left hand slid higher on my shoulder and his fingertips brushed over my collarbone. He carefully pressed two fingertips to my throat then applied pressure. “Do you feel where I’m touching you here?”

I nodded.

“Really memorize this spot, recognize where it is on the body.” He pushed them into my skin harder. “This is where you are to bite.”

I took a shaky breath.

“Like this.” He yanked my head back farther and sank his fangs into my throat.

I had to bite down on my cheek to stop myself from moaning. His lips pressed to my skin. I felt the soft tug as he sucked my blood into his mouth. He only drank for a few seconds before he pulled back and licked the wounds closed.

“Did you follow that or shall I show you again?” His voice was teasing in my mind.

“Both,” I whispered back.

He chuckled and released his hold on my hair.

“My Queen.” One of the males in her court stood from the bed and bowed, gesturing towards the humans. “Their blood is clean and worthy of you.”

She uncrossed her legs and stood. She spoke to her court members, but it was not in English, and I was sure I did not want to know. With eyes blazing a red fire in her eyes she sauntered to the bed then crawled to the middle on all fours. Her gaze lifted to mine. “Come join us, tickling.”

I nodded. Sweyn did not give me time to answer more than that before she sank her fangs into the flesh of a human. I didn’t want to look. I didn’t want to know what was happening here. I definitely did not want to be a part of this feast, but I knew better than to think I was getting out of this.

“Do you see the throne?” Everest whispered telepathically. When I nodded, his hands gripped my waist. There was a little pressure and then my magic bag was pulled from my body. “Easy, love. Are you paying attention? I have a plan.”

“Gracias a Dios,” I whispered back.

“I am going to lead you around the room to the large red-haired man. Do you see him? On the end?” When I nodded, he continued to whisper into my mind, “His blood and body are strong, you will not hurt him. You are going to bite his throat as I showed you because Sweyn will accept nothing less.”

I nodded.

“Show me you know where to bite.”

I spun then pushed up on my toes and sank my fangs into his throat, right where he’d told me to. He cursed violently, his skin rumbling beneath my lips. His blood tasted like cinnamon and his skin was salty, he tasted like a soft pretzel from Auntie Annie’s in the mall. My stomach growled and my teeth sank deeper into his skin.