A lot went on at these types of parties because I’d been to them with Ravyn before. It said something that everyone had stopped dancing, biting, and fucking just to watch these two dance. I had been a big fan of ballet long before we met Beyla. This wasn’t even remotely close to any form of dance I’d ever seen before, but it was beautiful.
They both stopped when the music changed. Balthazar held up his fist for a fist bump, and Loki jumped to his feet.
“Oh, thatis notgoing to end well,” Loki said.
Before Loki could get to Sleipnir, I guess he took the raised fist as a threat and punched Balthazar right in the stomach. The vampires didn’t particularly want fights at their raves, but they’d throw down if one got started, especially since it was late enough for everyone to be drunk or high.
There was a green-haired pixie sitting next to us. Who invited a pixie to a vampire rave? Theyalwaysstarted shit when they were drunk. This one jumped straight on the table with his beer bottle and joint. Loki had gotten to Sleipnir, and everyone at the rave had seen there wouldn’t be a fight, but this pixie hadn’t gotten the memo.
He took a long drag off his joint and dropped it in his beer bottle. I think everyone intended to ignore him when he threw back his head and dramatically yelled,fightas loudly as he could, and dragged it out. Everyone was going back to mingling, but this pixie wanted a fight.
He threw his beer bottle at what had to be Sparkle, making the rounds with her drugs, and then jumped off the table directly on top of two bear shifters who were just trying to make it to the line to the bathroom. Well, fuck. This rave had just turned into a brawl.
I don’t think anyone here cared about the two bear shifters, but he just threw a beer bottle at the only source of good drugs at this rave, and she probably had a lot of friends here. This pixie might have wanted to start a massive brawl, but I think this entire rave was about to come together to collectively beat his arse.
I barely even had time to think when Loki and Sleipnir were back with us.
“That’s our cue,” Loki said. “Fucking pixies.”
Loki grabbed me, and I had that hot and cold flash again. We were standing in the alley behind the bar. It looked like Reyson had the same idea and got his people out, too.
“Excuse me,” Loki said, disappearing into a pop of flame.
Where the fuck was he going? None of us got hurt except for Balthazar, and he had vampire healing and could take a punch from a massive horse shifter. Loki didn’t strike me as being into tavern brawls. Starting the fight and sitting back to watch the chaos? Totally.
He came back almost instantly with two succubae tucked under his arm. He let them go and stepped back.
“I overheard these two saying they were students at the Academy of the Profane and were a plus two with someone they met at a bar earlier tonight. Girls, if you’re going to get expelled from a university like that, go big. If they kick you out because you got busted at a rave when the Paranormal Investigation Bureau came down, no one will remember you years later, and you’ll have a shitty story for your grandkids. It’s like you aren’t eventryingto be infamous.”
The two girls just scowled at him.
“We weren’ttryingto get expelled,” one of them snapped. “I’m at the top of my class, and I intend to graduate. I’m a succubus, and college guys are shitty about good sex to strengthen us. We were window shopping.”
“And I get that on a deep emotional level, but you’re missing half the point of college,” Ravyn said. “Yeah, many of them have no idea what they are doing, but they are trainable. Guys don’t get good at sex by talking to other guys. They learn from women. You need to be drawing these men maps to the clitoris and G spot and teaching them how to navigate a vagina before you send them out into the world, for the sake of all women. Plus, once you’ve got a few of them trained, they want more, and you’ll have backups.”
Ravyn was leaving a bit of that out. Yeah, the twins did that in college, and they had a few boyfriends for a time, but some of those boys got a littletooattached, and there was drama.
“It’s true,” Ripley said. “But just a little word of advice, you aren’t monogamous just like we aren’t. So don’t let anyone get it into their stupid head they will change that about you.”
“I guess,” one girl pouted. “But sometimes, I want a sure thing, not a teaching moment.”
We all started laughing. Was I ever this young? Oh, my sweet summer child, even men had lousy sex, and you couldn’t tell that just from looking at someone. Someone could just ooze sex appeal, and you were totally feeling it, and then you got naked, and it was all downhill from there. I understood she was a succubus and could get a better read on people than I could, but she couldn’t tell that.
“Never take up gambling because I’m a god. Nothing is a sure thing, and everything is a teachable moment. We aren’t mind readers. We might know where everything is located, but every woman is different. If you don’t tell us what is and isn’t working, it’s going to be shit sex every time. The same goes for men,” Loki said.
“I’m a god, too, and he speaks the truth. We’ve both been having sex longer than either of you can possibly comprehend. We’ve got so many tricks, but not everyone likes them.”
Both girls perked up at that. They came here hunting for sex. Reyson and Loki opened their mouths and practically offered them a good time on a silver plate. They’d better handle that shit because it wasn’t cool to either of the twins.
“This is my witch,” Reyson said, pulling Ripley to him like a caveman. “I am many things, but I’m not unfaithful. You should go back to your academy and find someone else.”
“I didn’t say any of that to bring you home. I know what you are, and I know you aren’t getting those vibes off of me. I also know you can tell the connections between all of us. So run along now,” Loki said, making a shooing motion with his hand.
“Now that’s settled,” Balthazar said. “I hope that pixie was a plus one and not actually invited, though anyone who brought him here was stupid.”
Loki just shrugged.
“I have a soft spot for the pixies. Most of them don’ttryto get into trouble, but some of them revel in it. In the seventies, I had this pixie friend who inspired me to get my law degree. He channeled all of it into taking down bad corporations and winning civil suits against rapists and murderers who avoided jail. Plus, they are just super fun at parties when they start drinking. That one was a little violent.”