Chapter 24
Three hours later…
Velaria had just entered one of the hottest clubs in all of Athens Greece.
She smiled wide, the stylish and popular nightclub was roaring with life. The music was pumping, the bodies were swaying on the dance floor, and Velaria never felt more at home. She stood by the entrance way taking in the atmosphere of the nightlife happening around her.
There was something about being here in Greece that was calling to her spirit that she could not place. Her Pegra spirit felt energized like it was being brought to a higher sense of life. This club was making her power feel like it was surging with new intensity. She was doing everything that she could to reign in the magical impulses, they felt like the were bubbling over to pour out of her. She had tried for so many years to be a normal person, to push this down! Now, with her spirit horse awake, everything feels like it’s out of control.
She did her best again to block it out of her mind. She took deep breaths and focused on clear skies, and clear thoughts until she felt it going away. Once, everything felt normal, she smiled and stepped up to the bar. She eyed the hot looking bartender. He was tall like her, had jet black hair, spiked and had muscle like Greek god sculpture. She silently salivated, and imagined him pinning her to the wall of her bedroom as he filled her growing desire.
Suddenly, an energy around her felt hot again, like was pissed off. She shook her head and pushed all thoughts from her mind. As she did that the heated energy left. She ordered her drink.
“I’ll try an Ouzo” she told the young man. He smiled and turned back to the bar. She turned her bar seat to watch everyone dance on the floor.
Suddenly she felt someone sit next to her. She turned and saw a strikingly handsome man, he looked similar to the man she has been seeing in her dreams. She started to inwardly panic. Could this be the “betrothed” that her real family was mentioning? No matter what, she was master of her own destiny, and she’s too young for bullshit like marriage.
“Is this seat taken?” the man joked
“It is now, you’re already seated” she said with sarcasm. He smiled like he just won the lottery.
“You’re a fresh face, I have never seen you here”
“I am visiting from New York”
“Is that so” he said with a sly glint in his eyes.
“You come here often yourself?” she asked him. The man smiled and nodded his head with secrets in his eyes that he was hiding.
As she sat next to him, they talked for a while. He asked with interest about New York, her life there and everything under the sun. She was moved that this man seemed to be so fascinated with her. She regaled everything to him in detail. She noticed that their chemistry and conversation felt natural. She had never experienced such before. Her Pegra felt alive and was nudging her to be closer to him.
Suddenly, she felt that energy again, this time it was alluring, inviting, and making her feel sexually alert. She gave the man a look and he was staring right back at her, his eyes commanding, with a tempting smile.
She started to fan herself, mentioning she feels a little hot as she continued to sip her drink. He stood up, offered her his hand and invited her to the dance floor.
“No better place for a hot woman as yourself to feel better, than on the dance floor maybe the heat will work magically on your body?” he said as he charmed her. She looked skeptical for a little bit then agreed. She noticed his hold tighten like he was claiming her, like she was not going to escape from him tonight.
She shook her head, and ignored such notions, is she is lucky, he will be a hot fuck before she heads back to New York. As if he could read her mind, she noticed his grip tighten more, she looked at him and was surprised by his glare. It only lasted a second before his countenance changed, and he was pulling her the floor with a charming smile. She smiled back as if she could not help it. They joined the other bodies on the floor.
Once they were in the crowd, he pulled her to him, he held her tight like he never wanted to let go. They began to dance. Their bodies moved and swayed to the music. As the night moved onward, they lost all sense of time and just molded their bodies together as one. Like a sexual dance on the music-filled floor. She looked at him, there was bright happiness in his eyes like he had just won the lottery. She closed her eyes, and without thinking of it laid her head on his chest. She noticed how well of a toned physique his body is. She imagined him taking her into her bedroom and making her scream his name. She felt energy again, electric, and inviting. She looked up and saw him staring again before she could ask anything her mind was filled with similar images of what she was just thinking about. Except they were too much like the dreams that were keeping her awake.
She looked at him with alarm and saw a glint in his eye, a devilish smirk on his face. She tried to back away, and his hold tightened.
“We’re not through with our dance my dove” he said with sarcasm, and his face shined victory.
She gasped at him in shock and immediately once she was no longer being held ran from the dance floor, heading towards the exit. She looked back to see him staring at her like a cat about to catch a mouse.