Chapter Ten-The Club

I could feel the pulse of the bass in my throat before we even pulled into the parking lot of the club a few towns over.

When I stepped out onto the blacktop, I could feel the quickening in the air, the intangible calm before the storm. I felt it in every cell of my body, and I shook out my finger and rolled out my neck. “Whoo!” My finger gun pointed at the door. “Let’s get drunk, ladies.”

I wiggled down the too short black dress that barely covered my ass and wrapped the strap of my bag around my wrist.

Stella may be the subject of our night out, but I aim to be the center of attention in every situation I find myself in. I wore my hair long and flipped it off my shoulder at all the pretty people as the bouncer rushed us past the line waiting to get in.

When we got inside, it was packed with wall-to-wall sweaty bodies grinding against each other. Just my kind of place.

Even though we’re just a bunch of magic folk dripping in old, ill-gotten money, witches are notoriously loose with our morals, for good reason. Don’t let my brother’s high and mighty, pearl-clutching debutante routine fool you. He was up to his eyes in my Order’s Friday night fights and orgies, too.

He might be peachy-keen with his brand new white-washed life, but I was born to be bad, and I meant to stay that way.

I had enough of the wolf pack’s wholesome family fun, and from the smell of the room, I’d found my people.

Stella’s party had a private area roped off in the back, so we sat down and ordered our drinks as I scanned the room for a good piece of ass to sink my fangs into for the night.

After I had a few whiskies in me, Stella’s angelic face came from behind me and pressed against my cheek. Her arms surrounded me, and her drunk ass kissed me before she rocked me back and forth. “I’m so glad we’re sisters now. I love you.”

I patted her arm and laughed at how false that statement would be once I ghosted her ass later. “That’s nice.”

Her drunken giggles were like nails on a chalkboard, but she came around my chair and tugged on my hand. “Come dance with me.” She thought she was naughty and safe all at the same time as she swung her hips against me and rubbed her ass into my lap.

I suspect Teddy never told her I swing in every sexual direction. Every time she brushed her tits against mine, she was only fanning the flames of the dirty little witch she was dancing with. And it was about to get me into a heap of trouble.

Once she got over her faux bad girl phase, she made her way back to her friends, and I fanned my face as I went to the bar.

My bare ass twisted from side to side on the leather stool until a tall, dark presence sank onto the barstool beside me. “What’s up?”

My eyes traveled down his body, and when I saw the protrusion down his leg, I shrugged my shoulder. “Looks like you are.”

The copper-skinned stallion in a crisp white shirt leaned in close, and his lips brushed my cheek. “What are you drinking?”

Nothing against the twins I spent the night with, but the sun-kissed shot of mmm-mmm-good with dark eyes beside me was more my speed, and I purred into his ear. “Double whiskey, please.”

After he slipped a bill to the bartender, he spun his chair to face me. “That’s not a local accent. Where are you from?”

I twisted my lips as I took one last swipe through the crowd to make sure this was the best this place had to offer. “Does it matter?”

He followed my eyes and glanced around at the people dancing behind us as he shook his head. “Not really.”

Now that we understood each other, his teeth dug into his lip before he ran his soft pink tongue across it. “Are you going to be around long?”

“No.” I slipped my fingers between the buttons of his shirt and tugged. “I’m all free tonight, though.”

His eyes dropped to my fingertips as they slid down his belly, then a hand slapped over mine, and he tilted his head to the dancefloor. “Come on.”

Two long arms wrapped around me and enveloped me in the scent of balsam and vanilla, and it set off the spark inside me.

Going into heat is a bitch, and it wants to be answered no matter where you are or who is watching. Like a gunshot going off, it came to me at that moment, and my heart pounded against my chest as my inner thighs were drenched in hot, sticky need.

It was a good thing that Stella decided to go to a human city for her bachelorette party, because any shifter in a two-mile radius could have scented my fertility coming to life. I’d have every one of those fools trying to sniff my ass right now, and as horny as I was, I might just let them.

A burst of fresh air blew his smell all over me when the next batch of people came through the door, and I melted into his body. I needed a fix right now. There wasn’t an inch of light left between us as my hands wrapped around his ass cheeks and tugged him closer.

My whole body ached to be pleased, and the hands traveling all over me didn’t disappoint. I could feel the thick rod growing even bigger against his leg, and I thanked the fates for blessing me with yet another incredibly well-hung man.

It didn’t matter what song was playing around us because I only noticed the thumping of his cock against me as I grinded my cunt into it.

His lips looked like a tall glass of sweet tea, and I pulled his bottom one between mine for a taste. Between pants and rough kisses, his hips never stopped their assault on mine. He was like a machine, the way his ass rolled upwards at a constant rhythm.

I was nearly there, and my entire body shuddered against him. I whimpered into his chest and dove head-first into my orgasm right there on the dancefloor surrounded by people. When I started to come down from my high, I breathed against his mouth. “Let’s go out back and fuck right now.”

Between dry humping the human, the flashing lights, and deafening music, I didn’t notice the fury of screams and movement until a hand grabbed the back of my head and tossed me across the floor like a rag-doll.

When I get too close to people, I usually do something stupid to mess it up. It’s a self-induced curse that was playing out right at this moment as I looked up from the filthy floor to find Logan and Jacob taking turns punching my dance partner.

Time stood still as I saw my human playmate try to defend himself from the two Lycan monsters, and not a soul in the room even attempted to stop the beating happening in front of them. Oh, Fuck!