He falls silent for a moment. Then he sighs heavily.
“Yeah, of course you can move back in. I’ve changed the key code to three-seven-five-six.”
Mal takes the phone away from his ear, jabs at it with his finger and then shoves it back in his pocket. Finally, his eyes meet mine. Surprise flashes across his face, quickly followed by a grin.
“I thought you were annoyed at the interruption, but are you jealous, Little One?”
Jealous? That is not a strong enough word to describe what I am feeling. Envy is flowing in my veins. Fury is filling my heart. Mal is mine and mine alone. No one else can have him. I’ll take their heart and eat it.
Mal’s eyes narrow. “Don’t kill Sammy, Little One.”
I glare at him.
“He is like a little brother to me. He is an annoying little shit that latched onto me because I beat up his pimp.”
This sounds like a great romance to me. Sammy is probably deeply in love, and I’ve seen enough of his clothes to know he is probably small and pretty. Mal likes small and pretty. And from what I’ve learned about the modern world, the skirts and long socks in Sammy’s collection indicates he likes men. And if you like men, there is no finer specimen than Mal.
Mal sighs, “He is human. I look old to his eyes. He looks at me and sees a grandpa.”
What? That is outrageous! Mal is perfection. He is beyond handsome. I know humans can appreciate a silver fox. His gray coloring is distinguished, and the tiny lines around his eyes accentthem. He certainly doesn’t have the muscles of an old man. Sammy is crazy not to want him.
Mal chuckles. “I appreciate your outrage, Little One. And I swear to you I have never given Sammy my cock, and I never will.”
The truth of his vow washes over me and soothes me. I lay down against Mal’s chest and allow him to wrap his arms around me. Mal’s cock is mine. And it’s going to stay that way.
This place is even busier than the sex club was. So many humans packed together in too small a space. The air is laden with alcohol, perfume and excitement. I can taste hope too. People are looking forward to having fun and finding someone to fuck. I think I like it.
A faint shiver traces down my spine. I don’t think Mal and I are the only paranormals here. But that is fine. As long as they leave us alone, we will leave them alone. This place is big enough for all of us.
The lights dim. The music changes. Mal puts his arm around my waist and pulls me close. His body is warm and firm. It smells delicious. I like being squished up next to him. It feels as if I am his.
Cheers erupt around us as a dancer glides gracefully onto the stage. He is young and pretty with bright pink hair. It’s a striking color. Humans have long been able to dye their hair red with henna, but pink? That’s new. I wonder what other colors they can do, and if any would suit me?
The dancer wraps one elegant hand around the silver pole in the middle of the stage. The music pulses, and he moves. I gasp out loud as he spins and whirls around the pole, falling into all sorts of erotic poses before moving again.
The audience is lapping it up. Their arousal and desire are flavoring the air. I stick my tongue out and savor it. If I wason that stage and all this lust was for me, it would be a feast indeed. No substitute for the real thing, but Mal is right. It could sustain me for a while.
Between this, and Mal stuffing me with men’s offerings at the sex club, I won’t ever have to allow another man to lay a finger on me. I will be able to survive, and thrive, with only Mal’s cock.
Giddy excitement bubbles up through me. The future is looking wonderful.
The crowd has thickened, and I can no longer see the dancer. Mal takes my hand and starts to lead me towards a better spot. We weave through the congregation to the far end of the room, next to the red brick wall. Suddenly, a stranger’s hand grabs my ass and squeezes. My body freezes. Fear and panic flood my veins. It is irrational, but I can’t help it. A thousand memories are threatening to drown me. I can feel an echo of chains around my wrists.
Mal looks back over his shoulder at me. Concern flashes in his eyes. He glances behind me and his face clouds with rage.
“Did he touch you?” he snarls.
I nod. I’m so pathetic and helpless. I hate it. A mere touch is unraveling me.
Mal rushes past me. I still can’t move, but that’s okay because he soon comes back into view, dragging a large man by the lapels of his leather jacket. Mal throws the stranger against the wall and then they both disappear through it.
I blink. Mal can do that? I had no idea he had that skill.
Uneasily, I look around the crowded room. No one is looking this way, let alone paying the slightest bit of attention. Mal must have thrown up a concealment spell.
I stare at the brick wall and wait. A few moments later, Mal strides through it. Alone. I’m not going to ask. Ever. I don’t need to know.
Mal strides up to me and pulls me into a tight embrace.
