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She had no idea that he was into her, but offered him a bright grin as she took each drink from the tray he was holding and placed them down in front of the men. Mattie’s feral grin rivalled the intensity of mine, and would have everyone at that table loosing sleep for weeks.
Sensing a presence behind me, I tossed my cloth onto the back counter and asked, “What’ll it be?”
Inhaling at the end of my question, I damn near choked. Gods above. I was close to my heat, but no Alpha scent should affect me that much. Sharp notes of winter pine twined through a scent that I could only describe as pure sex. The teasing kind, where you played for hours before getting to the grand finale, and was the finale ever fucking grand. My head spun as I turned to face the Alpha, coming face to face with a man who was nothing short of aesthetic perfection, all wrapped up in a pine green button up with the top hanging open.
Deep brown hair was buzzed short on the sides and hung longer up top, just long enough for me to think he was a few weeks behind on a trim. He held himself with a languid grace, effortlessly sexy as he leaned up against the bar and appraised me with stunning green eyes. Stubble lined his cheeks, his jawline square and giving him a classically handsome appearance, and his ears had pointed tips.
Pointed ears meant he was fae. His appeal felt like more than fae to me, though. I leaned closer, sucking in lung-fulls of his scent like a gods damned addict, and realized why I wanted to lick every inch of his tan skin.
“Fucking incubus,” I cursed, pushing back and pressing myself against the far counter as I glowered at him.
“Usually people are too enthralled by me to figure it out. Bravo,” he said, smirking.
My reaction to his voice was shameful and my panties were soaked. Slick would be dripping down my legs at this rate. With my bottom half behind the bar I hoped that meant no one would notice how they glistened.
Fae demon hybrids were an uncommon sight, even in a relaxed and accepting place like Club Chaos. Due to the strained relations between Apilion and Zemterra — or Faerie and Hell, as the Nulls called the other realms — there wasn’t much interbreeding. Children of such unions often lived secluded lives, away from the prevalent threat of hate crimes. Not that this man was a child anymore.
He likely wasn’t lying in saying that most people didn’t realize what he was. People would stop at the pointed ears, assume his sex appeal was simply sex appeal and had nothing to do with his species, and judge him off that. Unfortunately, I was well-attuned to sex appeal after years of hiding as an Omega, and his was too fucking much.
“What’ll it be?” I repeated, ignoring the backhanded compliment.
“Gin and tonic. And some information, if you have a minute.”
“I don’t have a minute.”
I’d whipped up his gin and tonic within seconds, holding out my hand for the cash. When he placed a $50 in my palm I broke it down and gave him back the $39.50 that I owed him. He tried to push it toward me, but I snorted. “You can’t bribe me to talk to you. Fuck off and enjoy the music before it gets ear-piercingly loud later.”
This was the exact kind of customer interaction that Mattie had been encouraging me to stop having. I was so good at listening to my boss.
“Oh, come on. I just want to know the vibe of this place. I’m new to the city, from the East Coast. It gets loud later?”
If it would get him to leave me the fuck alone, giving him information like that couldn’t hurt. The pheromones he was projecting made me want to climb him. At least his scent drowned out all the others, and it was concentrated hits of him I was getting instead of the usual cacophony hitting me all at once.
“From four to nine, we’re a bar. Limited kitchen services. Ask your server about the menu, not me. When the clock strikes nine, we turn into a nightclub. Gratingly loud music, popular DJ sets, themed events, no kitchen, and these seats at my bar get pushed underneath it for no one to use, because I’m too fucking busy to chat. We’re open until four in the morning every day of the week, catering to all manner of fun, night loving species.”
With the explanation given, I cocked an eyebrow at him and waved him away. I didn’t have anyone else to serve, but one of the waitresses was fumbling with a simple vodka cran in the corner. At the rate she was going, the person she served it to would end up drunk as a sailor and need to chase their highball with some actual cranberry juice.
He didn’t leave immediately, but when I strode down the bar and pulled the vodka out of the waitresses shaking fingers, he took his drink and left. Out of the corner of my eye I watched him until he was out of sight, seated at one of the tables in the corner, underneath the VIP balcony. Dumping out half the vodka she’d put in the glass I fixed the drink and made the other ones on her list before sending her on her way.
By the time I’d finished, another man stood at my bar.
This one’s expression was carefully blank, but his nostrils were flaring. Again and again. He was huffing my scent like I’d been huffing the hybrid’s, putting me on high alert. If he scented me like that, he’d figure it out. The missing Beta notes. How my scent was ever so slightly ‘off’. I approached him with caution, slapping my hand down on the bar when he didn’t stop staring at me when I got close. The sudden movement didn’t elicit a flinch.
“Tell me what you want to drink. I’m not eye candy, asshole.”
Technically, I was. Biologically, at least, I was meant to be Alpha eye candy.
And was this man ever an Alpha. What the fuck was up with tonight? Was I going to be painfully attracted to every Alpha who walked through the double front doors?
He looked to be of west Asian descent, black hair pulled back into a tight bun on the back of his head. His face was clean shaven and his deep brown eyes pierced into mine. I would have expected a professional outfit for him with the impassive mask, but he wore a fashionable white shirt with puff sleeves, expensive watch adorning his wrist. He lacked any physical indicators that he was anything but entirely human.
Another deep inhale of his scent — too deep, considering my knees went weak when the floral notes hit me, fountain pen ink and crisp paper making my head spin — confirmed what I’d suspected. Not a human Alpha. An angel.
Both of my least favourite species to be around, and I wanted to drag them into my nest for my first threesome. Fucking perfect. While incubi were too tempting for their own damn good, angels were horrible to be around. Self-righteous assholes with power, because the angels of Virsphere were our lawmakers and enforcers. One step out of line, and angels deported people from Earth. Not me, since I was born here and witches were an Earth species to begin with. I’d be locked up in a Virsphere-run prison, which in my case was a worse outcome.
Through my entire realization, the man hadn’t moved an inch. Did he expect me to read his mind? Or stand here aimlessly, waiting for him to come to a decision on what he wanted to drink?
“Hey. What do you want to drink?” I asked, enunciating every syllable like I would if I were sounding out words for a child.
