She might have laughed again, if he hadn't chosen that moment to sink his fangs into her throat. There was a moment of pain, like being stuck with a large-bore needle, and then a surge of pleasure when he began to drink. Such was the danger of playing with Vampires. As much as Byron craved the taste of her blood and the opiate high, Zanna relished the bite itself; it left her knees weak, and in combination with his fingers moving between her thighs, brought a heady moan to her lips.
Her patrons and the Ringmaster would just have to deal; thoughts of them slipped out of the Fae's mind. "So please me," Zanna purred, shifting to wrap herself around him. One of her long legs slid up the outside of his, her knee coming to rest up against his thigh – it parted her thighs for him, invited him closer. "And let me please you..."