A tingly feeling prickles on my neck, like someone behind me is staring at me. Curiosity prances inside of me like a cat walking on a fine line, but I don’t know if I should turn around. Something about the woman in front of me has me in a trance. Not really, because using magic would be against the rules, but something. Obviously, someone in here is using their powers, perhaps a Mesmer, exercising their mind control over me to nearly make me orgasm in the middle of the floor. But why?
Her eyes dart up to the second level, and before I can stop myself, I’m turning as well. Standing there is a man. A God, with electric blue eyes that are piercing through the darkness. His hands grip the rail as he stares at me. No. At us. At her.
It’s dark in here, but with the bouncing neon lights flittering across the second floor, I can tell he’s dressed in all black. Black slacks, black jacket and a black button-up shirt. He has dark hair, a chiseled jaw with the hint of a five o’clock shadow. And he’s tall. And damn. Muscular.
His eyes lock onto mine and for a moment, I forget how to breathe. We stare at one another, neither of us breaking our eye contact, until another man in a dark suit walks up to him and looks at us. He whispers something, then with a huff, blue eyes turns to leave.
Is he a Mesmer? Though I’ve never met a Mesmer who can make you feel things. Yes. They can usually control your movements and make you do whatever they want, but that. That was something else.
When I turn to ask the woman who that man is, she’s gone. Disappeared without a trace.
Do they know each other?
Who are they? Granted, I don’t come here a ton, but I’ve never seen either of them before.
Get it together Everlee!
This is the first time in a while I’ve been to a bar without my wing woman Lizzy. I almost don’t know what to do without her here. She’s my DDD buddy. Drinking, dancing, and dick buddy. She’s made it her mission to make sure I’m sexually satisfied. Although, I think part of it is her projecting onto me. As one of the high-ranking members of her coven, they frown on her having a relationship. She’s at the stage of her training (there’s always training, apparently) where focus is priority. Most elders in her coven are single women who have never married or experienced any meaningful relationship. I think seeing that worries her because she doesn’t want to be a spinster. She’s always dreamed of having a family with children. Unfortunately (some would say the opposite) for her, she’s powerful. Not exactly right now, but according to her coven, she will be. The Oracle has seen her future and said it’s so. Which means she will go through more years of training, then in a tight little window they will bring men in to impregnate her. She can only have one child because more than that can diminish her power. Unless it’s twins, then they become the Gemini pairing, which is a whole other ball game.
When Lizzy tried to push the Oracle on other parts of her future, the Oracle refused to answer. Lizzy, of course, read into that and was coming up with all sorts of theories as to why. It didn’t matter that the Oracle never gave any other information. Nope. Lizzy saw a look on the Oracle’s face andjust knows in her bones it’s bad.
Sometimes I can’t help but wonder if she’s still friends with me because part of her wishes she was also a squib. There’s a lot of pressure on her and her life isn’t really her own. I guess in that way I’m lucky. For the most part, people leave me alone.
Unless they want to fuck with my head like that fae just did.
I glance around to see if there’s anyone out of place, but everyone seems to be off doing their own thing.
Wishing Lizzy was here with me, I pull out my phone and dial her quickly then hang up.
No!
You’re a big girl. Pull up your panties and jump on that dick train. I quickly stuff my phone back in my pocket, then make my way over to the bar and pull up a seat.
The bartender, a beautiful harpy with whitish golden skin that sparkles, walks over to me. She has long dark hair and purple feathered wings with flecks of gold sprinkled throughout. Her bright emerald green eyes look me over for a second, then settle on me, but her head twitches from side to side. “What can I get for you, darling?” Her voice is airy, with a steel edge weaved throughout.
“Goysuxin, please.” My cheeks flush under her gaze as she continues to watch me, her nose slightly tilting into the air like she’s smelling me.
Oh Goddess! What if she can smell the arousal that has puddled in my panties?
Fucking Mesmer or whatever in the hell that was that got into my head!
A few moments later, she’s bringing over the glowing bluish white drink. It’s one of my favorites. A delightful and potent fae concoction with hints of raspberry, orange, a sprig of thyme and a liquor that glows and dances like a blue flame that tastes like vanilla and honey. I’m not sure how it’s made, but my gosh. Delightful.
The drink, cold like ice on the lips, but hot as a blue flame when you swallow it down, sends goosebumps across my body.
“Want another?” she chirps.
“Yes, please.”
Her golden speckled brows peak. “Everything alright? Most large fae can’t handle much more than two back-to-back.”
“All is great. And I’m not most fae.” I wink with a smirk.
She smiles back, then hands me the drink. “Name’s Harlow… if you need anything else.” The look in her eyes causes my pulse to quicken.
“Harlow the Harpy. Nice ring.” My cheeks are starting to hurt from smiling. Why am I smiling so much? “Thanks.” Our eyes stay locked for another second until a troll sits down, grunting for a drink.
I drink this one a little slower, savoring all the intricacies of each flavor and hoping Harlow will come back by for a chat.
