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Whatever “action” meant. She’d been too afraid to ask.
Annmarie grabbed Harlee’s hand and dragged her forward, away from the heat of Adrian and Duncan’s sides. Harlee craned her neck to see them following, Duncan with an amused grin and Adrian with an annoyed glare. She couldn’t resist smiling at Adrian’s irritation.
The club was dark and it took a while for her eyes to acclimate. The place was completely packed with wall-to-wall bodies. People constantly brushed against her as Annmarie dragged her around until she finally decided on a table between the long bar and the huge dance floor. Silvery lights overhead shimmered onto the mirror-like floor, reflecting like shots of lightning from floor to ceiling. The throng of bodies gyrating to the heavy beat of the music seemed to sparkle like a comet, all melded together into one streak of silvery glitter.
A waitress came over and Annmarie held up four fingers, then hollered, “Blood and Guts!” The waitress nodded and slipped away. Harlee hoped the drink was a euphemism for something else.
Once her eyes adjusted, she stared at the jaw-dropping scene on the dance floor. People weren’t just dancing, they were practically having sex! She’d never considered herself a prude, but holy hell, the amount of flesh revealed and the movements as couples clung to each other in passionate embraces had her face heating. Her gaze shot to her companions. Annmarie was rocking to the music, Duncan’s gaze was fixated on the action of the dancers, his nostrils flaring and his eyes darkening. Adrian was looking at her, his half-hooded eyes sexier than anything she’d witnessed on the dance floor.
Her visual acuity improved dramatically, which surprised her considering the dimly lit club. His eyes heated, swirls of amber weaving and glowing within the chocolate orbs. She felt the touch of his eyes as they roamed from her face to her neck, lingering at her throat. She felt her blood heat.
She hadn’t seen him change in any way, but she could well imagine his fangs sliding down, sharp points glittering like diamonds in the night, piercing the tender flesh of her neck. His lips would cover her skin, suckling the blood from her artery. She’d feel it pulsing throughout her body, rushing to give him the sustenance he craved. And in return, her body would begin pulsing too, only not in her neck. Her pussy vibrated, thrumming like a heartbeat deep in her womb, moistening and opening for an invasion she craved so deeply it hurt.
When the waitress returned with their drinks, she blinked, profoundly shocked by her wayward thoughts. She felt as though she had just awakened from a deep sleep, haunting, sexual dreams clinging to her reality.
Whoa. That was beyond strange. Had he mesmerized her in some way? With his head now turned, she couldn’t see his face to gauge his reaction. Had he felt what she felt? Had he caused it or was it something else?
“Drink this,” Annmarie said, sliding a glass of red liquid in front of her. Harlee cast a dubious glance at Annmarie, who laughed and said, “It’s not blood, silly. Trust me.”
She took a sip, surprised at the sweet flavor. “Oh, this is good!”
“Told you. It’ll relax you a bit. You’re so wound up I can feel the tension across the table. You need to let go a little, honey.”
Let go? If she let go any more she’d probably straddle one of these men and fuck him right here in the club. She doubted anyone would even notice considering the activities going on around her. Everywhere she looked couples grappled in passion. Oh, they were still clothed…mostly. Then again you could do a lot while still clothed, and she’d already glimpsed more than one man’s hand disappear down a woman’s blouse or into her pants, had seen the women’s eyes roll back in ecstasy as the men touched them intimately.
Eroticism and sensual play was the game here. And no one blinked or looked at these people like they were doing anything out of the ordinary.
“Vampires and lycans have a natural inclination toward sexual play, both intimately and in a group setting. We don’t attempt to hide our needs or desires. When we want someone, we’re open about it, taking what is offered. Both our men and women are very satisfied,” Adrian said.
Whispered, actually, his warm, spicy breath sailing across her cheek. When he brushed her hair away from her neck, she shivered and tensed. Her nipples hardened and she was grateful for the darkness. Though when she moved away to look at his face, he was staring at her breasts.
“You think I can’t see in the dark?”
She shivered again, this time from a primal heat that coiled deep in her belly and flamed outward, rocketing her senses into awareness of the man sitting beside her.
“I’m going to dance. Want to join me?”
Harlee nodded at Annmarie, desperately needing distance from Adrian. Whenever he was around she lost all her senses, tuning in to him, his voice, the way he smelled.
It was time to focus elsewhere, to use the dance floor as an opportunity to survey her surroundings, memorize faces in case she needed to point them out later and look for a way to escape.
The music had a driving beat, evoking thoughts of wild sexual abandon. She laughed when Annmarie grabbed her hands and began to wiggle her hips in time to the music. Harlee followed suit, losing herself in the music, feeling the bass reverberate against her, entering her body and loosening her inhibitions.
She’d always loved dancing and had somehow always managed to choose dates who didn’t. Invariably she and a few of her girlfriends would end up on the dance floor together, ignoring the men and enjoying themselves.
That’s what she did now, moving in time to the rhythm of the song, closing her eyes and letting the music catapult her into another time, another place, where she was free to do whatever she wanted, had no responsibilities, no worries. The crowd closed around her, bodies bumping against her from all sides. She and Annmarie drew closer, laughing and sweating as the tempo increased and they moved faster. When it was over, she was drained, thirsty and exhilarated.
“I need a drink,” she yelled at Annmarie as another song began.
“I’m going to hang here and dance for awhile,” Annmarie replied.
Harlee nodded and walked back to the table, conscious of two pairs of eyes watching her.
Two faces with intense expressions as hot as a roaring winter fire stared at her, lust and need nearly palpable. If she thought she was going to cool off at the table, she was wrong.
She had a feeling things were just beginning to heat up.
