Page 62 of Night of the Vampire
"Just ask your dancer of choice." The way he grinned told me he most definitely knew who I was, and who my choice would be."
"How much is it?"
"Depends on who you ask." He gave me another wink as he took my glass. "Can I get you anything else?"
"No, I'm good. Thanks."
When I turned around again, Killian's jeans were undone and he was humping the lap of the delighted woman in the chair, the muscles in his thighs and ass flexing to the dark beat of the music, completely visible through the thin material of his pants. Her hands were on his hips, his stomach, his arms...
A fire lit inside of me watching them. I was suddenly burning alive, and not in a good way. Taking a deep breath, I marched up to the stage.
Killian noticed me there immediately. With a kiss on the cheek, he accepted his tip and helped the woman out of the chair and back down off the stage, then he danced his way over to me just as the music changed and another guy in a gaudy Hawaiian shirt and board shorts got up on the stage. By the reaction of the crowd, he was a favorite. And I could see why. The man—the vampire—was gorgeous. And when he smiled, two long, matching dimples appeared in his rugged cheeks.
And he had dance moves as good as Killian.
I crooked my finger at Killian and he dropped to his knees in front of me. "How much for a private dance?" I called up to him.
His eyes were hard. "The price for that is steep," he told me. "Maybe more than you can afford to pay."
He was still angry at me for leaving. That much was apparent. But I was pretty pissed off myself right now. "I have $500," I said. The exact amount he'd left on the table for me.
His eyes narrowed on the wad of cash as I pulled it out of my pocket.
"You left it for me in case I needed anything. This is what I need."
My mouth went dry and my stomach filled with butterflies. The little bastards fluttering around in there like a storm was brewing.
And they were probably right.
He didn't even look at the money. I was about to leave it on the stage and walk out when he reached out and grabbed my wrist, holding onto it as he jumped down from the stage and led me toward an area shut away from prying eyes by a heavy black curtain. Women reach out to him as we passed, touching him with way too much familiarity. I glared them off, even going so far as to push one away when she tried to grab his ass.
Killian, of course, ignored all of this. Which only set my blood to boiling.
He nodded to the guy standing guard. "Make sure we're not disturbed."
"You got it, boss."
Behind the curtain was a room as dark as the rest of the club. Four booths covered in black leather surrounded a small dance floor, two on each side. I assumed for bachelorette parties and such. Two black wooden chairs were set against the wall. He pulled one out and set it in the middle of the floor, then took the money from my hand and tossed it behind him. I watched as it floated lazily through the air. Some of it landing on top of the booths behind him, some drifting to the floor.
A new song started up, and without a word, he started to dance.
I watched, a bit self-consciously after only one beer, as he put his hands on his head, flexing his arms and abs as he rolled his hips, then moved smoothly from side to side. This was a side to him I'd never seen before, and good God, was it hot. He came closer, spreading my legs and putting one knee on the chair between them. Trailing one finger down my neck to the "V" of my sweater, he dipped it briefly into my cleavage before he tilted the chair back lowered the chair down to the floor with me in it, moving to the heavy beat of the music the entire time.
I didn't recognize the song, but I didn't think I'd ever forget it.
Following me down, he crawled up my body and dry-fucked my mouth without touching me before rolling me out of the chair onto my stomach. His fingers tangled in my hair and pulled my head up as he rolled his hips into my ass. I felt him, hard as a rock, before he rolled me over again and lifted me up off the floor with him as he stood, my legs and arms wrapped around him. "Is this what you do back here?" I asked him, the fire of my jealousy still burning through me.
"Do you really want to know?"
No. I didn't think I did.
He carried me over to one of the booths and sat me on the table. Unable to help myself, I touched his bare chest, but he danced away, leaving me wanting.
For the next few minutes, he teased me without mercy, until the only thing I could think of was getting him out of those pants.
The song switched, and something slow and sultry came over the speakers. Killian walked toward me, each step on beat, the bulge in his jeans giving him away, but still, he was completely in control. "What do you want, Lizzy? Why are you here?"
That was the question, wasn't it? I didn't respond. I had no answer. All I knew was some kind of morbid curiosity had brought me here, and a feeling of possession I didn't know existed had kept me from leaving.
