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With grace I normally don’t possess in heels I strut right up to him, stopping when our bodies are flush against each other. He breathes deeply and I watch in fascination as the fear filters across his vision. So he can smell my anger. Good.
“Teddy,” I trail my finger down the front of his shirt slowly. Letting the nail elongate a bit and slice open the fabric. He doesn’t back away, but his breathing betrays his dread. He knows he fucked up. “I don’t think you understood me earlier. I want you to fuck off Teddy. Not just a tiny bit. Not half-way. No... I want you to fuck all the way off Alexander.” I punctuate the statement by stabbing one of my now three-inch long nails into his side. He grunts a little but still doesn’t budge. I pull the nail out, bringing it up to my lips and licking the blood that trickles down to my knuckle.
Movement passes near the bushes. So quickly I almost miss it. Except for his piercing red eyes.
How curious?
Turning my attention back to Alexander, I use the front of his shirt to clean the rest of the blood off my finger. “Well, I would say it was nice to see you, but it truly wasn’t.” I turn to walk away but stop. Bringing a touch of electricity into my fingertips and letting it dance a little, I lock eyes with him. “This is the last warning. The next time you choose to pop up and say hi, I will rip off your pathetic little cock and make you choke to death on it.” He gives me a single nod before shuffling away from the house and the growing crowd that is making its way to the front door.
When Lexi returns to my side as we make our way to the door, her face is lit with a maniacal smile. “That was beautiful, Ginger. Way to make that shifter bitch shake in his fur, with a classy as fuck smile on the whole damn time. I’m so proud.”
I turned my gaze to hers and we both burst into a fit of cackles.
We are such evil bitches. But damn he deserved it. He deserved so much more than that, but I will let karma catch up to him. In the meantime, I am more excited about attending this party now, than I was when we first showed up. Now, I have the swagger from flaunting my power backing me up instead of the chunky wallet.
Power that feels like it’s growing by the minute.
I’m not sure what that is about, but I kinda like it...
Ready to Party
Victor
Islam the door closed behind me and attempt to catch my breath.
She was magnificent.
Everything about her made my soul feel like it was on fire. Bright, hot, and burning, coursing through my veins, calling to her.
Needing her.
No. No, I don’t. I have to get these thoughts out of my head. Never once in my one hundred years have I encountered this situation. So why now? And how the fuck do I make it stop?
I don’t need a mate. I have lived contently for so long without one. And yet, deep down, I know that’s what she is. Mine.
Once I caught her scent, nothing else has enticed me so. Now that I saw her, no beauty will compare. And once I taste her? I fear nothing else will satiate me.
I should spare her. I should leave now, tonight. I know those thoughts are pointless as I begin the process of changing my clothes and readying myself for the party. If I were a better man, a selfless one, then perhaps she would be safe from me.
But I am none of those things. I am selfish and I crave what is mine.
With my black trousers and button-down shirt in place, I pair the ensemble off with a vest that shines a dark cherry red in the right light, matching the attire defiance along with her delicious lipstick. To be fair, she would look no less appetizing in a disgustingly bright yellow, but the black against her soft white skin is so inviting. The modification to make this a black-attire event was a last-minute decision made by my accounts manager. He has quite the eye for lush events, so I am rather pleased he made sure this would be more to my tastes. Perhaps it’s due to the fact that this is my one-hundredth birthday affair and not my thirtieth or something.
Still, I find myself making a mental note to provide him with a nice raise. It’s something he has earned now many times over.
Closing my eyes, I see her again. The woman’s hair was a beautiful fiery contrast to her all black attire. Her skin was covered more than most, but the dramatic neckline was enticing. I only managed a quick glance just minutes ago and already I want more. So much more.
My hand shakes as I attempt to adjust the knot in my black silk tie. Bracing myself against the edge of my closet door, I take a few steadying breaths. The act is purposeful as my kind tends to go longer spans between our breathing to begin with. But I need to find my calm. I have to make a proper appearance at my birthday party, and I can’t simply rush down there to thrust myself before a stranger.
Oh, Gods! What do I even say to her? I can’t remember the last time I tried to flirt or pick up a woman, and this is my mate. She deserves more than just some one-line garbage to entice her into my bed.
Though I do certainly hope we end up there.
I spare a quick turn around my rooms. Making sure everything is neat and perfect. Ready for her. However, if her hunger for me is burning as deeply, the room will not remain in order for long. Taking a few more breaths, I manage to retract my fangs. I can’t remember the last time that was such an issue for me.
Looking around, I note that everything is in place. As neat and tidy as always, thanks to my attentive staff. My rooms are much like the rest of my home. Large, but not in an imposing manner, with dark colors adorning the walls and flooring. Plush expensive rugs and fixtures all throughout.
While my bank accounts are nothing to scoff at, my appreciation for surrounding myself with opulence is more based on my personal tastes rather than a show of wealth. Much like the darker decor throughout the house is a reflection of my aesthetic pleasures and not to be confused with preconceived notions surrounding vampires and their gothic prevalences. Well, that and blood is much less likely to show visible stains on lighter colors.
