When Sienna and I start dancing in the middle of the crowded dance floor, I earn more than a few dirty looks from random girls who seem to not appreciate their partners’ wandering eyes. While their hisses and snarls are drowned out by the blaring music, I continue to sway my hips, running my hands over my body seductively.
If they want a show, then I’ll give them one.
I grab Sienna’s hand and twirl her around as we fall into rhythm with the music. Eventually, most of them seem to accept my presence, only glancing over at me every once in a while. I suppose as far as they know, I’m still Thane’s pet, so maybe that’s why they seem to tolerate me. Or maybe they’re just curious about the human girl living among them. Either way, I’ll take that over being completely ostracized. I had enough of that when the humans ruled the world.
“You ladies look like you could use a drink.”
I turn around to notice two werewolves crowding around us. One is covered in intricate tattoos, while the other is roguishly handsome with dark features that would make every girl in here weak in the knees.
“I do feel a bit parched. What about you, Fallon?” Sienna says from behind me.
“I suppose I could use a drink,” I agree, shamelessly eyeing the two men.
They guide us to the bar, and I glance over at Kole to flash him a look that says, “Don’t make a scene,” but instead, I see him talking to a tall blonde with her hand on his arm. Anger immediately consumes me as jealousy flares to life, watching him look at her while she laughs. I have no right to be jealous,but I can’t help it. Even if I have every intention of keeping him in the friend zone, I still don’t want to see him with someone else, which I’m well aware is beyond selfish of me. I should want him to be happy. Besides, it’s not like there’s even a flicker of a future for us, so why shouldn’t he flirt with a super-hot blonde bombshell?
“Fallon, did you hear him?”
“Huh? What?” I ask, turning back to Sienna and the guys.
“He asked what you want to drink,” she says, looking at me like she’s trying to figure out where my mind just went.
“Oh, Tequila Sunrise, please.” I offer a smile to the one covered in tattoos, and he motions for the bartender.
“So, Alpha let you out of the house tonight, huh?” The one with the dark beard and prominent brows moves to stand next to me while his friend orders the drinks and strikes up a conversation with Sienna.
“Something like that.” I shrug, looking up at him with flirtatious eyes.
If Kole is going to have fun with someone tonight, then so am I.
“You know if he were here, he’d probably rip my heart out just for talking to you.”
I take a step closer so that my arm brushes against his. “Well, then it’s a good thing he’s not here.”
The way his dark brown eyes narrow on my lips lets me know I’ve got him right where I want him. I’ve always been good at getting guys to bend to my will. Werewolf. Human. Doesn’t really matter. Men are simple beings who will take the bait every time.
“A Tequila Sunrise for the human,” the tatted one says, passing out the drinks.
For a moment, Kole’s eyes meet mine, and it feels like my heart has been jump-started with a defibrillator. The high of it only lasts a split second before the woman standing between his legs, leans her big ass head to the side, blocking our view of each other.
I quickly down my drink and slide my empty glass to one of the female bartenders. She pauses, glancing down at my neck, where the mark is on full display.
“You’re the human pet?” she asks, looking me over.
“Unfortunately.”
I hate having to keep up this ruse that I’m still Thane’s prisoner. I mean, I understand why it has to be this way, given the fact that he’s the Alpha and all, but it’s going to get really old always having to play victim.
“You wanna have some fun?” she asks, flashing me a mischievous look that takes me by surprise.
She shoots up onto the bar top using her vampire speed and reaches out a hand. I take it while one of the guys grabs a hold of my waist and tosses me up onto the bar.
“Any human who can walk into a club crawling with vampires and werewolves has my respect.” She hands me a bottle of vodka with a pour spout. “Just so you know, not everyone wanted genocide.”
“Thanks…”
“Veronica,” she says, offering me her hand.
“Fallon.”
