I walked over to her bed, sat down and plucked the book from her hands, gently laying it down on her nightstand. Hmm. Sam Hall’s Pack Heat Series. Nice, she likes the heat, huh? “Come on. You’re coming out with me tonight,” I said with authority as I grabbed her hands and pulled her off of the bed.
She laughed and cocked an eyebrow at me. “Yeah right! I'd rather have my ass bleached with a barbed wire brush,” she scoffed as she walked away from me and missed my slack-jawed expression.
This woman sure had a way with words. “Scared?” I asked, turning to check out her ass.
She paused and turned to face me, crossing her arms over her ample chest in a purple tank top that matched her shorts.
“Now what would I have to be scared of?” she said, mocking me.
She might not realize it, but she’s already played into my hands, so I continued my fun just to see her riled up.
“Well, it’s the only reason I can think of for not coming out with me. Unless, you’re holding the ‘reporting on you’ thing, against me. Which I have to say, I wasn’t a part of. Hell, I think we only had a few interactions with each other. The last one was definitely satisfying if I remember correctly,” I teased, giving her a wicked smile.
Her eyes flashed with heat, and I was hit with the most euphoric smell that caused me to bite back a moan. I couldn’t let her know how much she affected me, yet. But I could spend all night playing this game with her and walk away more satisfied than I have been in weeks.
She waved off my comment. “I’m over the whole reporting shit,” she said, pulling back her curls. The act lifted her tits up, making me drool.
“Okay then. Scared it is. You’re terrified of coming out with me and actually having fun,” I pointed out, shaking my head.
Her eyes narrowed and she pursed her lips in thought.
“Fine! I’ll go out, but on one condition,” she said, giving me a look full of sassiness.
“What?” I hedged.
“You can’t kiss me, unless I make the first move,” she demanded.
Oh honey, that’s easy. You’ll be begging for me by the end of the night.
“Deal.”
This should be a fun night.
It’s a shame she picked the most modest dress in the closet, but it still shows off her exquisite curves and makes heads turn. The silver and black bandage mini dress wraps around her like a second skin, and every time her hips sway, that ass just screams to be stared at. It doesn’t help knowing she isn’t wearing underwear underneath. She couldn’t with the hollowed out sections running up her thighs and continuing up to her waist, showing off her sexy sepia skin. Pair it off with her hair pulled up in a high ponytail allowing me access to her neck; she looks like a tasty morsel for me to devour, and I’m enthralled.
“You haven’t seen anything yet, babycakes.” I lean in and nip at her ear, grinning when she lets out a little squeak.
“Ryker,” Boris grumbles to me as he reaches for the rope barrier before turning his attention to Rez. “Haven’t seen you before. What are you?” His way of asking for an introduction, I suppose, though not the most polite. Before I can come to her rescue and chastise the big ugly goof, Rez steps up into his space.
“What areyou? The Hulk's ugly cousin? You know if you wanted an introduction, that’s NOT the way to go about it,” she scolds him. Boris gawks at her as I see a faint blush dotting his cheeks. “I’m Nerezza. And you are?” Rez asks in a sweeter tone, extending her hand now that her rebuke is over.
Shaking himself out of his stupor, Boris’s meaty palm encloses hers as he shakes her hand. “Boris. Ahem. Used to assholes. Not sophisticated ladies.”
“No worries, you can call me Rez.” She smiles up at him, and I take that as a sign to lead her on past as she calls over her shoulder, “Nice to meet you.”
“You know I would have defended your honor, right? You just beat me to it,” I say over the muffled music as we walk down a dark hall.
“Pfft! Since when did you become the type to defend someone’s honor? From what I’ve heard, you’re the one todishonorthem.” She laughs and the melodic sound shoots blood straight to my cock, once again proving what she does to me where no one else can. I don’t know what that means, or maybe I do, but I’m not going to think about it right now because I’m enjoying this too much to worry.
She allows me to place my hand on her hip, right on the opening of her dress and rub small circles along her skin. Goosebumps erupt over her body in a visceral reaction to my touch, and she leans into me as I guide her into the heart of Newts. The space in the middle is full of dancers, but it’s the stairs on the other side that are my goal. It’s where my normally reserved personal booth for me and whoever my latest conquest is, but before I escort us to the VIP ropes, Rez pulls away from me and heads to the bar.
Fuck me. Doesn’t this woman ever do things the easy way?
Shaking my head, I follow her and stare down the few Incubi that dare look at my woman like she’s an easy mark. Unless they don’t know any better, they will just leave the club and feed at the other ones around Nova tonight. Shifters and Incubi have a pecking order of sorts, but it’s normally not enforced among my kind. However, if they try to make a pass at Rez, I might just have to make an exception.
By the time I reach Rez, she’s leaning over the bar a little bit, trying to flag down a bartender and showing off those perfect legs. Those thick thighs and how they round out nicely up to her ass that her dress is barely covering. I can practically smell her desire from here—musky sweet arousal—and I can’t resist feeling her against me. Of course, I easily tell myself that I’m protecting her from the perverts that often prey in this establishment as I step up behind her, pressing my body tightly against hers.
Her breath hitches as her body stiffens before she looks over her shoulder and sees my salacious smile. Lust is pouring off of her body in waves so strong that I don’t even have to try and feed. It’s like she’s hand-feeding me her sexual essence. It’s as if she’s made just for me. Leaning over her, I place a light kiss on her shoulder, and her body shivers with desire before relaxing once again. She hasn’t stopped me, so I decide to press my luck. Dropping my hands down along the side of my body, I bring them up between us and slowly run them up the back of her legs as they quiver slightly when she finally grabs the bartender’s attention.
