In the Rain
Kai
The incessant beating of the music and the flashing lights of the club pound in my head. The alcohol in my system isn’t helping. On stage, women twirl erotically around the poles in nothing but nipple jewels and G-strings.
Their bodies are sexy, with big tits, big asses, and tiny waists. I can’t say much about their faces because I never pay attention to them.
A scantily dressed woman fills my glass, hoping for something more, but I’m not really in the mood for a lap dance. The frown that is permanently set on my face only deepens as the King’s words replay in my mind.
He’s given me a job, and as the Commander of his Western Army, I couldn’t refuse. That was back in the Realm of Alvazakh, a place where status, rank and power are everything. It’s one of the things I like about the human realm; it’s so much simpler… even with their politicians and wars.
“Hey, handsome, can I get you anything?” another woman whispers, her hand trailing over my shoulder. I glance up at her.
“Not unless you’re ready to get out of here?” I remark.. Maybe I just need a distraction. She smiles through her bleached blond hair.
“Willingly,” she purrs as she takes my hand. I down my drink and stand, allowing her to guide me towards the back of the club. Stepping through the doors, she leads me to one of the rooms. The moment we’re inside, I unbutton my pants as I push her lightly onto the bed.
She smiles, her eyes raking over me as she tugs at the buttons of my shirt and yanks them open, her eyes filling with lust as she admires my body.
I take out a condom and rip open the foil package, my eyes not leaving her. Tonight, I’ll remember her, and tomorrow, tomorrow I won’t even remember her face.
“Now be a good little whore and turn around…”
Tossing a wad of cashonto the bed beside the exhausted woman, I leave the club. Stepping into the pouring rain, the smell of the earth and the rain is a pleasant welcome after being stuck in that club for a few hours.
I get into my car and hit the road, strumming my fingers on the steering wheel. The rain keeps pouring down harder, and I glance up at the sky through the windshield.
There wasn’t supposed to be a storm tonight. The humans are pretty good with forecasts, and so am I...
Strange.
I drive through the night streets. We’re in the middle of an urban area, and in the city, no one sleeps. I’m stuck in sometraffic, the hum of the engine low, and when I get the chance, I take the next exit, turning left onto a side road, hoping to get to my apartment quicker.
A horn suddenly blares, bright lights momentarily blind me, and I spot a car careening around the corner onto the narrow path, racing at a reckless speed, heading straight towards me. I swerve violently to the side, and it zooms past me, towards a woman who has just stumbled out onto the pathway. From the way she’s moving unevenly on her feet, she’s clearly drunk.
The sound of sirens wailing loudly as they near tells me the car probably belongs to a criminal on the run.
Time seems to slow, and I realise she isn’t going to move.
I slam my foot fully on the accelerator, zooming towards the unsuspecting woman and the out-of-control car, swinging left and forcing my car between her and the speeding car.
The other driver tries to steer, but he isn’t fast enough. Metal screeches against metal, the smell of sparks and something burning fills my nose as the car spins in the other direction before driving off.
I push open the door and rush to the woman who is clutching her head, fumbling on her feet. She almost falls backwards, and I grab hold of her clothes and pull her into my arms before her legs give way.
“Fucking insane,” I mutter, looking down at the woman in my arms. She lets out a shaky whimper, her hand fisting my jacket. Her long black waves cover her face. “You shouldn’t drink so much if you can’t handle it,” I say coldly, even though I can’t smell alcohol on her. She just smells… good.
She tries to move back and stumbles, almost falling when she gets free. I catch her by the waist, my fingers brushing her skinthrough the tear in her shirt, and my heart thumps as I feel the electrifying current that spreads through me the moment our skin collides.
Mate.
My heart hammers violently as a thousand emotions rush through me.
I just found my mate.
She’s shaking, and being this close, I can smell water and blood coming from her.
“Are you ok?” I ask quietly, wondering what happened to her as a surge of anger at the thought of someone hurting what’s mine rushes over me, feelings that are so foreign to me. Why do I even care about someone I have just met?
