Page 55 of All Your Bloody Lies

Whatever the reason, he doesn’t make me feel comfortable.

“Sure,” I say while swallowing. I do hope Idon’tsee him soon. Something tells me I won’t like it if I do.

The moment he steps away, I feel I can finally breathe. He offers a graceful smile, one that nearly causes his eyes to disappear, and then vanishes into the crowd.

Alaric… just another weirdo.I seek my drink, which is still sitting at the bar, and I throw back a good swig.

I’m not even one step back from the bar when I’m met with a hard body. I pivot and look up, and up—Holy Gods, he is tall—taller than Kairhyse, which I never imagined was possible. I mean, of course it’s possible, but I just haven’t met someone like that. He absolutely clears seven feet, and I have to crane my head nearly all the way back to meet his gaze.

‘Massive’ really isn’t a proper term; he dominates the space around him. Likely three times my size, but I don’t plan to roll around on top of him to find out.

I can smell Shifter on him, and if I had to guess, he’s probably a bear species of their kind. Along with the very distinct scent, which I’d describe as the metallic scent of blood and the antiseptic aroma from iodopovidone, there’s also the scent of rose oils and leathers. He belongs here, which is perfect for me because the way he’s devouring me with his gaze tells me I’m off to a good start for the night.

“What a treat, what a treat.” He grins, pulling back his full beard so I can see his bright smile. His size was intimidating, but maybe he was more of a teddy bear.

“What a beast, what a beast.” I don’t shy away from stepping closer to him, one arm drapes around my waist while I rest my elbow on it, sipping at my drink. “I could use a man like you to protect little ol’ me.”

His laughter reverberates deeply, as if it’s vibrating within my chest. “Little red riding hood found herself in the wolf’s den. Would you like protection from a big grizzly bear, hmm?”

Nailed it. Knew he was a bear Shifter.

I bit my lower lip, “You won’t see me crying to the huntsman.”

The eagerness shining in his green eyes assures me that I am tugging at the right thread. The subtle twitch of his pectoral muscles under his tight white button-up hints that if he were to fuck me, I’d likely feel it for days to come. He probably tastes of the forest, and under normal circumstances, I’d desire nothing more. But my Amoro wants no part of it. I can feel my inner demon recoiling at the mere thought of feeding from this Shifter.

I knew Kairhyse was going to ruin me, and yet I still allowed myself to succumb to him. I am such a fucking fool.

“Name’s Clay, what’s yours, other than Angel? Because there’s no way you didn’t fall from the Vayl,” he says, and I can’t help but hold back an eye roll. That was such a dumb pickup line.

“Stephanie,” I reply. Typically, I only give my real name when the end of the night will result in them dead. However, tonight I’m here for a connection. I’m not here to feed or kill. At least, that’s not my intention.

As he begins to drag me away, I feel a hand grab my arm. “Miss, your purse,” the bartender says, handing me my small clutch. I must’ve left it on the bar. I completely forgot I had even brought it, but because the phone Kairhyse got me was as big as my face, I couldn’t just carry it in my hand.

After thanking her, Clay guides me toward a set of stairs that round up to the second floor. The overhang overlooks the lower level, and truthfully, I was not prepared for what I saw. I’m not in shock, per say, it is just a feeling of ‘what the fuck’.

Everything is a royal blue, from the curtains to the couches, which is a nice reprieve from all the red that’s usually at these clubs. That isn’t the shock factor. What is, is that in nearly every single booth, someone is fucking. Or dining between the thighs of a woman.

“Do you like what you see?”

As a Succubus, of course I do. This is my dream, and I can physically taste all of them as we move past each booth. When someone orgasms, and their gates become relaxed and open, my natural instinct to latch on nearly pulls me down to join them.

I keep myself composed, but it’s difficult. No matter how long I’ve worked to control myself it still is a challenge. Like anyone with an addiction, the temptation is just as strong as the drug itself.

“I do,” I lift my head to meet his gaze, “is this a preview of our night?” My only issue is it’s public. I don’t mind it when it’s purely for pleasure, but I’m here for business.

The growl that comes from him makes my stomach tighten, “Yes, that is why you wore gold, after all.”

Not really, but sure, whatever makes your dick hard.I smile, and as my lips are parting to ask for privacy at some point, I’m hit with a scent that nearly blinds me.

The distinct smell of grass after a long rain and someone disturbing the mud around it. The slight sweet aroma of green leaf volatiles, and the thick earthy, mineral-like scent, nearly destroys any hold of control I once had. I physically have to keep my hands from shaking, and when I turn to see where it is wafting from, my eyes lay on them.

Them.

The twins.“Such a good girl taking us both. Right brother? I enjoy watching such a tight little cunt bleed.”

“You like that don’t you?” One of the brothers has a grip on a short redhead, pounding his cock into her throat. I can see the tears in her eyes as he is assaulting her with every thrust.

I haven’t come across any of them in ten years, and when I do, I’m stunned into near immobility. If it weren’t for Clay dragging me, I may have stood there and stared as the second of the twins lifts the girl off the floor, bends her over the couch and begins fucking her.

---