Page 6 of Hunters and Prey

Chapter 3

So maybe Will had a point. There was nothing wrong with club girls, after all.

He'd drunk a swig of beer and his eyes had caught the most exquisite thing he'd ever seen in his entire life. Endless limbs, bright blue eyes, humongous tits. The woman seemed to have jumped right out of Sports Illustrated. She wore a short red dress that meant she wanted attention, and after seeing him, her eyes remained on his, making it clear she liked what she saw.

"You're an asshole," Vince yelled over the music, making him laugh.

Tom downed his beer, and signaled the bartender.

"Another one, and whatever the lady's drinking, please?"

He added a twenty. The bartender pocketed the tip and got working on a fancy cocktail.

Tom took both drinks and walked toward the beauty.

"Hello, beautiful. For you."

He handed her the cocktail, fully expecting her to decline the drink. It was protocol. Guys offered the right drink to show they cared, that they were paying attention. The object of their attention declined it to demonstrate that they were smart girls who knew better than to accept a potentially spiked drink in a club. A strange mating dance where the only real winner was the club owner.

To his surprise, the blonde wrapped her hands around the drink and sipped it, eyes fixed on his, so very bright.

"You wanna get out of here?" she offered, her voice a low purr. "I can make you feel things you've never even dreamed of."

Wow. That was…something.

Tom was here for a simple good time, and that was exactly what she was offering, but he felt a strange reluctance. A cautious warning resonated in his mind.

"I…"

"Come on, handsome. You know you want me."

Did he? Now, he wasn't quite sure.

"Thomas."

She knew his name. How did she know his name?

"Come with me now."

Her voice was a slow, melodious song, so very sweet and irresistible.

Run.

What? Why? No. He didn't want to run. He wanted to follow the pretty lady and…

"There you are, darling."

The voice pulled him out of the trance. He tilted his head right to see another woman, just as striking as the first. She was clad in black from head to toes, too emo for his taste, normally, but hell, he'd make an exception this time. He'd won the hookup lotto tonight or something. Her hair was black as night, her eyes amber, like molten fire. Her mouth was painted purple. Such a beautiful mouth. He focused entirely on it, and suddenly, it was as if someone chucked a glass of freezing cold water over him. He was awake, and himself. And freaking out.

His gaze returned to the blonde. She wasn't beautiful now. She was terrifying. Shit, what was wrong with her damn eyes for them to be brighter than most of the lights around them?

"What the fuck! What are you?" he asked her.

A fair question; she clearly wasn't a regular.

"She's a succubus. And a low-class one at that."

His attention returning to the brunette, Tom noticed the glow of her skin and the fire in her eyes. She also was something else, but unlike the succubus, she didn't feel threatening. And she was just as devastatingly stunning as she'd been at first glance, too.

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