He slides one hand forward over my stomach while his other hand drifts down my thigh a little further and then up the back of my leg. My breath catches as I realize he is quickly going to find out I don’t have any panties on.
He glides his fingers up, hitting the hem of the too short skirt and I feel it creep up in the back. I hope his body is shielding me from being on display to the entire club, but no one is paying any attention, and I’m certain I’ve seen other people on the dance floor doing far more than this.
He traces the lower curve of my bottom and inches inward, leisurely exploring until one of his fingers is teasing at my opening. Bringing his lips to my ear, he whispers, “My beautiful bare one. Were you hoping for me to find you this way tonight?”
He sinks one thick finger into me and then pulls out, dragging my arousal up to my clit. One slow circle and then he drags it back down and thrusts it into me again, only to repeat the process.
This is insanity, to let the same man who broke into my apartment into my body, but I lose what little remains of coherent thought as he continues his exquisite torture. His slowness is agonizing, a direct contradiction to the pulsing beat of the music and frantic need rising inside of me. I’m desperate for more.
I widen my stance to allow him better access and grind down into his fingers, running my hands sensually down the front of my body. Time warps into a slow motion phantasmagoria of bodies and relentless bass and roaming hands.
Vague memories of beating drums and dancing around a bonfire silhouetting my strange stalker filter through my brain, and I wonder at the image of him with blood covering his mouth and dripping down his chin. I can't tell if this is a waking dream, or some alcohol fueled fantasy, the music, heat, and booze infused haze overshadowed by his hands on me.
The haunting and horrific image strangely fuels my desire, a lifelong love of Dracula transposed over my anger toward the heartbreaker dancing behind me, determined to get me off. Just as I feel pleasure building deep in my belly, he freezes. My eyes snap open as I’m met with heat and cinnamon at my front.
Luke!
The air fills with ozone and sulfur, like the gates of Hell have just snapped open in a thunderstorm.
Stalky Hottie keeps me held tight against his body as he withdraws his hand from my skirt and brings it up to his mouth, slowly and deliberately sucking the finger that had just been inside of me while staring into Luke’s eyes.
His cheeks hollow with the force of his suction until he pulls it out with a pop. He licks his lips, followed by a sinister smile. I have never seen this side of him, dark and forbidding. My unfulfilled desire pulses harder in my core.
I turn my head to Luke. This is a thousand times worse than having these two face off at my front door. My buzz instantly fades when I see Luke is absolutely furious, his eyes black in the flashing lights.
Luke reaches out to me, but before I can choose, Stalky Hottie wraps a cool hand around my arm and thrusts me behind him.
Luke’s voice carries easily over the pulsing music, quiet and lethal. “Too late,chien. I already marked her. She’s mine.”
Incensed at them both, I try to step back out from behind McHottie, but his grip is unbreakable steel. I ineffectually pummel his back with my unrestrained arm, but it’s like hitting a brick wall. Suddenly, I’m shoved backward as the two men fall on each other in an all-out brawl.
The crowd parts like the red sea, encircling the guys as they grapple, each trying to land a hit wherever they can reach. I’m shocked to see them fighting, covering my gaping mouth with a hand before I scream.
I scan the sea of people for Lilith, finding her standing nonchalantly in the front row of the surrounding crowd, arms crossed and hip cocked, looking on with a satisfied smirk. I fight my way over to her, the volume of the horde increasing with their bloodlust.
“Lilith,” I yell as I get close. “Lilith, you’ve gotta stop this. What the fuck is happening?”
She wrinkles her pert little nose at me. “Why would I stop them?”
I throw up my arms and look back at the guys. They circle each other, looking for an opening, dancing on the balls of their feet. Hottie steps forward and throws a mean right hook and rather than dodging it, Luke steps directly into the hit, head rocking back as the enormous fist smashes into his nose, resulting in a spectacular nosebleed.
Luke throws his head back and laughs, looking maniacal with the dark red liquid running down his porcelain skin and soaking his pointed beard crimson.
He licks the blood off his lips, staining his teeth red. He fists his hands at his sides and lets loose a primal scream that silences the crowd and sets every hair on my body on end. Every muscle clenched, head tipped back, neck tendons ready to snap. Luke is raw power. He’s never been hotter.
I thought Hottie had felt like a predator, but Luke is clearly the apex predator here. Hottie takes a step back and Luke takes a running leap, landing a roundhouse kick to the kidney.
I gasp, thinking Hottie is done for as he falls to the ground, but he bounces right back up in a defensive stance. They continue their vicious assaults on each other, kicking and punching at an impossible speed.
Their fight is so fast and brutal it is surreal. I blink my eyes several times in disbelief at the events unfolding in front of me.
Luke is a few inches shorter and more compact, but also faster and more brutal in his hits. He is looking to inflict maximum pain, aiming for the kidneys and the same spots repeatedly. His face is fixed in a maniacal smile as if he is genuinely enjoying this.
Stalky Hottie is taller and broader, a little slower, and not quite as vicious. He is more methodical, waiting for the right opening to strike. And although fury guides his strikes, they still somehow seem maybe less evil?
They are both frenzied, and I can’t quite believe this is all over me. For a place with a million bodyguards and cameras in the ceiling, why is no one coming to break up this fight?
Time drags on, the lights keep flashing, and the music pounds a strange soundtrack for such a savage scene. The whole thing is unreal. As the brawl rages on, I'm sincerely worried that they will seriously injure, or even kill, each other with their brutality.
