I puffed out a laugh at the nickname as my eyes looked at his ink-filled arms and turned around slowly. I followed the trail up his muscular arms that were on display in a simple white shirt and traditional leather cut. Skating my gaze along his tattoo-less neck, up his stylish stubbled face to fall deep into his gray-blue eyes. The whole delicious package was complete with blonde streaked, medium-length hair that was great when it looked messy and all over the place but could be slicked back for a more put-together look. This man was like a model for bad boys, and I was having a hard time remembering that I wanted to resist him. Maybe I wouldn’t.
I was saved by the bartender as he set my drink behind me. “Did you want to open a tab, Miss?”
I turned towards him to answer but before I could say a word, the model’s cocky voice slid out, “Put in on my tab. A woman like this should never have to pay for her own drinks.” The bartender nodded and zoomed off, leaving me on my own.
I grabbed the drink and turned back to face him, still a little blinded by his stunning beauty as I took a sip. The warm, smooth, smokey taste slipped down my throat as I groaned at the vintage. This was a high-quality whisky that I didn't expect from an establishment like this. It was also strong enough to wake me up from the daze this man put me in, and I smirked up at him.
“Cupcake, that sound went straight to my dick." He shifted in emphasis, and I fell for the bait as I looked at the huge bulge in his pants and bit my lip. "I would love to hear you make that sound all night long. How about I get a little taste now," his eyes glued to my lips, "take care of this meeting, and then you hop on my bike for a long ride you won't forget?”
I laughed, and he smiled widely until I spoke, “Oh, baby. This cupcake is full of glass. I don’t think your pretty little mouth could handle it, Pumpkin.” I made sure to emphasize that last part, giving him a dose of his own stupid nickname medicine, while thoroughly enjoying the banter. I might take this one home tonight if he keeps this up. Something about his laughing eyes pulled me to him.
I took another drink, batting my eyes at him over the rim. The gray in his eyes lightened, turning into a silvery blue as his hands only tightened on the bar, making the wood creak. “That's okay, baby, my mouth is fire and will melt that glass right away, leaving only a gooey melted mess that I know just how to take care of.”
I’ll admit, he was slick. I tried not to smile, biting the side of my tongue as I thought about my next words carefully. That was until someone else's words wafted in the air toward us.
Fucking hell. Why am I the one that always has to babysit the VP. Always hounding after girls like a starved man.
I was stunned for a second as those words came in loud and clear from the air behind this man. I didn't even have to focus on notes and sounds. I wasn't even looking at the person these words belonged to, but they were as clear as if he spoke the words in front of me. I stood on my toes to peek over the pumpkin's shoulder to see one of the largest men I have seen in my life coming over towards us.
He towered over everyone else in the room. His broad chest was stacked with muscles on top of muscles in a tight black shirt with his black leather cut. His arms were so big you would think he was a professional bodybuilder. The ripped seam in his armhole suggested that they didn't even make cuts that could fit him. Besides his massive stature, he had a wildness about him. His long auburn-brown hair was pulled up in a bun as his face had a deep frown that made him seem menacing. That and all of the scars along his neck and face helped with the look he was going for, but the darkness in his eyes spoke to me.
There was an inky swirling sadness in his chocolate eyes that made me want to run my hand in his hair and tell him everything was going to be all right. As soon as his eyes collided with mine, he paused mid-stride, eyes going wide for a second before he continued at a quicker pace.
“Cupcake, who has your attention when it should be on me right now?” Pumpkin said against my cheek as he rubbed his nose up and down my skin.
The mountain man finally got to us and yanked on Pumpkin's shoulder. “Who the fuck-” he started until he saw who it was. “Oh, hey, Bricks.” He yanked his shoulder from the mountain man's hand and gave him a tight smile. “Is it time?”
He nodded to Pumpkin with a fierce scowl before his face softened as he looked back at me. Without opening his mouth, I heard the words in the air clear as day.
Who is this woman?
My mind slightly short-circuited. This level of reading had never happened to me before, in fact, it should almost be impossible. I stared back at the mountain man, trying to figure out why I was able to hear him so clearly when he didn't even mumble a sound.
Pumpkin must’ve thought my stunned expression was fear because he cupped my face, bringing my gaze back up to him as he chuckled. “Awe, look, Bricks, you scared the glass-filled cupcake. Don't worry, baby, Bricks is with me and would never hurt you. He only looks scary because he’s big and menacing.”
I noticed the mountain man, who Pumpkin called Bricks, growled as he lifted his hand and signed towards him angrily.
Pumpkin turned towards him, watched his hand, and chuckled. “I mean, come on, man. You are a little menacing.” It was through that interaction that I looked more closely at Bricks and noticed a large, long scar along his neck. It was hard to see as there were a lot of scars around it, but this one looked older, deeper, than the rest. Was Bricks not able to talk?
Let's go.
I felt the words in the air around Bricks before he looked at me, something sparked in those deep dark eyes before he turned and walked to one of the booths. That spark ran down my belly and straight to my core as I licked my lips.
“I gotta hit this meeting real quick but… make sure not to go anywhere.” He eyed me seriously before he turned to go. I twisted myself back towards the bar, trying to give myself a breather from these two men, as I flagged the bartender for another drink. I was taken off guard when I felt someone snatch my wrist and yanked me. I almost did my twist and uppercut move until I saw the flash of Pumpkin's white smile before his other hand slid onto the back of my head and his lips seared to mine.
I felt his hot tongue slide between my lips, and I almost let out a moan. He was not wrong. His mouth tasted like wicked sins and long nights. Like a man that knew what he was doing because of practice. His fingers on my wrist tightened as the front of his body stepped up to mine, molding us together as we kissed the daylight out of each other.
I was lost to this man for a second, lost to the feeling of being desperately wanted at this moment. I felt something harden along my sex, and it took all of my power to not wrap one leg around his hips and grind myself up and down his growing length. I was so lost in this haze of all-consuming sex and need, feeling this undeniable pull towards him as his lips moved over mine.
By the time we pulled apart, we were breathing heavily, his hand clutching onto my neck as his eyes searched mine, trying to desperately find something. “You are coming home with me tonight. That's final.” Then he marched off, adjusting his pants before opening the curtain to a secluded booth with other men in it, and slid in before closing the curtain.
My hormones were all out of whack, that had to be the explanation for my body tugging me to follow after him, for my lips to want to respond that I would wait for him. That was not like me at all. What snapped me out of it was seeing my target in all his pale swagger and fangful smiles walk up to the booth that my two wolves were in and sit down.
Well, that was just my luck. Now I had to figure out a way to listen in without being caught.
My only saving grace for not being caught or figured out was that sirens only had a particular smell to their mates or a super had to taste our blood. Other than that, we just gave off the aura of ‘other.’ Since a few different types of super's could also do that, it was mostly accepted by the supernatural community.
I remembered Pumpkin kept smelling me, and I smiled. It must've driven him crazy not being able to know what I was off the bat.
