She pointed her finger at me and I swear it felt like she was poking me in the chest. "Where the fuck have you been?"
"Kidnapped." I widened my eyes at her and tilted my head. "You should try it sometime."
"No, thank you. Once is enough for me." She grabbed three glasses and started pouring what looked like Long Island Iced Teas except with so much liquor there wasn't much room for anything else. "Will you be working your shift tomorrow?"
She was going to casually say she was kidnapped before and then ask me about working? Who did that?
"I don't think so. I'm not sure when I'll be back." I grabbed one of the drinks she'd placed on the bar and passed it back to Sullivan, who hadn't managed to squeeze in next to the counter.
"I guess I'm not surprised you'd have a pack to keep you occupied." She smirked as my jaw opened slightly. "Who wouldn't want a pack of hot men salivating over her?"
I wanted to ask her what the fuck she was, butnow wasn't the time or place. She didn't seem to pose a threat, at least not at the moment.
"Put it on my tab!" Zayn grabbed his drink and raised it to Harlow before heading toward an empty booth off the main dance floor.
I nodded my goodbye to Harlow and followed, Sullivan right behind me. The club was busy but wasn't as packed as it could have been.
"Why did I get the feeling that Harlow is something other than human?" Sullivan slid in next to me in the curved booth after I slid in after Zayn. "I hadn't noticed before tonight."
"Kingston and I have never been able to figure it out. She lives in an apartment above the diner and has worked here since he opened the place." Zayn stirred his drink and took a sip. "Damn, that's strong."
Shifters weren't as affected by alcohol as humans, but we weren't immune to its effects. We just had to drink a heck of a lot more. "She could be a witch or something."
"Those aren't real." Sullivan shook his head. "Actually, never mind."
"There's a lot even I'm not aware of." I shrugged and sipped my drink.
"We should dance!" Zayn took the straw out of his glass and lifted it to take a giant chug.
"Uh, I don't dance." I shook my head vehemently. "You two can, though."
"You'd be okay with us dancing with other women?" Sullivan had his eyes on Zayn as he took his straw out of his glass and licked it.
"You’d better not." I glanced between them. "I meant you two could dance... together."
Sullivan's eyes slowly slid to mine, and he smirked. "You want to watch us grind together?"
Something about the lighting and the twinkle in his eye made my heart thud in my chest. I nodded and bit my lip as he took a gulp of his drink.
"It will cost you." Zayn scooted around the circular booth and stood. "I want to use your pussy as my ice cream cone later for dessert."
My sex clenched and I squirmed a bit in my seat. "That could be arranged."
"What do I get as payment?" Sullivan's hand went to my thigh and squeezed. I was very aware that it would take only a small slip of his hand under my skirt to be touching me.
"Whatever you want." I leaned forward and kissed him, my tongue swiping through the sweetness still on his lips from his drink.
He groaned, opening himself up to me, his hand moving up my skirt and finding nothing but my bare skin, slick with desire.
"Fuck, Wren," he said against my lips, spreading my folds with his fingers and pressing into my clit before he slid two fingers right in. "This is what I want later, wrapped around my cock."
I clung to his forearm as he pumped his fingers a few times and then he was gone, leaving me panting. He took another drink and leaned down to put his lips against my ear. "I want you begging for it."
Words failed me as he straightened and turned to Zayn, who had been waiting patiently. Zayn grabbed Sullivan's wrist and brought his hand up, taking the two fingers he'd had buried in my cunt in his mouth.
I was fairly certain my pussy was weeping.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
