Caylie’s mouth loving his dick.
When it was over, Andrea licked her lips dry and looked up at him with a sultry smile. “Shall I go to your room tonight?” She glanced down and gasped, stunned and more than aroused to see Luka’s cock still hard.
Luka smiled mirthlessly. “Yes.” It was either fuck Andrea or take a young girl’s virginity when she clearly wasn’t ready yet.
Present Time
The party was in full swing when my friends and I got to David’s place. Booze flowed freely, and I was sure a great amount of poisoned and diabetic blood had been mixed into it. Diabetic blood was our version of flavoring, hence the reason why most Caros preferred to make donations to charities that supported diabetic victims. It was cold-blooded of us, but we were who we were, and those who forgot that tended to die.
Human waiters endlessly circulated the house, the perfect walking advertisement for the drinks they offered. I declined with a smile, but Ever had no problems taking one glass for each hand. She loved her sweets.
“You made it, luv,” a low cultured tone said behind us, just before Sabina was whirled around and found herself being kissed by Phillip Brimstone, a tall gorgeous twenty-one year old guy who also happened to be the wealthiest Caro heir in Britain.
Ever and I exchanged looks when we saw the dazed look on the normally fiery-looking Sabina. On the other hand, Phillip appeared more… powerful, as if kissing Sabina had restored him. Although Phillip was built like an athlete, most of our kind thought him weak because of his famous policy for staying neutral when it came to Brethren politics. But whenever I saw him with Sabina, I had a niggling feeling there was so much more to Phillip Brimstone than met the eye.
Sabina and Phillip were kissing again. It had been some time since they had last saw each other, and I quickly looked away, wanting to give them privacy even if they didn’t ask for it. If I were honest, it was more for my sake. I couldn’t look at them and not think about Luka. And it hurt. Oh God of Caros, will I ever stop hurting?
I saw Ever scanning the bar, and I knew she was looking for Luisa out of habit. Luisa was Phillip’s fiancée back in London – and everyone knew about it. But Sabina and Phillip didn’t seem to care.
Ever’s eyes widened. “Oh, shit. You’re in it for now.”
“What---”
Jeff suddenly popped out of nowhere, dressed in some rocker-inspired shirt and an expensive pair of tattered jeans. “I thought you were going to stand me up.” As he came closer, he made no attempt to hide how his eyes were practically undressing me even though I was wearing little as it was.
I had on my shortest tube dress, which I matched with violet heels, one that was almost the same shade as Luka’s beautiful eyes.
Most times, I hated my boyishly slim body but times like this I loved it, largely because my lack of curves allowed me to wear almost anything without looking sluttish. True, that also meant having a nonexistent chest, but for emergency situations, there were always push-up bras to help me out.
“I told you, didn’t I?” I said lightly. “But this is the last time. My parents gave me the ultimate warning and if I’m ever caught going out late, I’ll be sent away.”
Jeff’s face fell. “No kidding?”
I gave him a properly regretful look. “It’s sad, I know.”
He suddenly straightened, a determined smile appearing on his face. “Then let’s make this a night you should never forget, Cay!”
It was, in more ways than one.
Time seemed to blitz by as I lost myself in another glittering party that only a Caro knew how to throw.
Once upon a time, I had felt guilty. Party girl – the words were never far from Caros’ lips when they thought of me, a feat in itself considering how our race lived to celebrate. The times I had felt guilty, I would think of Luka, always slaving away for a race that didn’t completely welcome him. But after