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A matching skirt and bandeau top. The outfit is all white and covered in lace with fringe. It shows off every curve of my body and I love how voluptuous I look.
My thigh high socks are also white. The only thing to break up the white are my chunky, black boots and the blood splattered across my body. It compliments my red eyes and hair impeccably.
I head right to the bar and steal a shot off the end before merging with the crowd. I want to experience alcohol. The drink is delicious, sugary and sweet but it burns my throat as it goes down. It’s followed by a pleasant tingling in my stomach.
4
Micaela
7:00 p.m.
I walk through the bar, enjoying the feeling of people bumping into me. I’ve watched enough humans to know they hate that, but when you’re as starved for touch as I am, it’s incredible.
I rub against people as I walk past and push my way onto the dance floor. Hopefully someone will dance with me and I can enjoy some sexual energy of my own.
I make my way to the center of the floor and start swinging my hips and feeling the music in my soul. Dancing when you’re affected by gravity is so much better.
My hands slowly make their way up my body before raising above my head. Someone takes advantage of my position, lining their front with my back. His hands rub on my hips as we sway together. The dancing is smooth and sensual, our bodies moving like they were made for each other.
His hands follow the curves of my body and it’s incredible. He focuses on the exposed skin between the two pieces of my costume and the sensation of his skin touching mine is delicious.
Someone bumps into us, almost sending me to the floor. My mystery man catches me before setting me upright. When he knows I’ve got my feet under me, he turns on the drunk man.
His hand shoots out, catching him around the throat. His eyes sharpen, losing some of their haziness.
“Apologize.”
The man turns his attention to me. I can see his throat trying to move but my mystery man only tightens his hold. It makes me warm inside. I love a little torture for good.
“I can’t hear you,” he says.
I wrap my hands around his arm.
“I love this but I really want to keep dancing.” I walk my fingers up his arm.
Mystery man loosens his hold.
“I’m sorry. It won’t happen again,” the other man gasps.
I turn back around, enticing him back to me. I see the drunk idiot who ran into us tossed to the ground before I feel his hands return to my body.
“You’re too tempting to resist. I can’t keep my hands off you but I can’t let someone disrespect you either,” he whispers in my ear.
My eyes are shut until I feel someone press against my front. My eyes shoot open to see a tall, sexy man smiling down at me.
He’s dressed as a werewolf based on the half mask on his face. It covers his eyes with wolf ears poking out the top. The rest of his outfit is a dark brown t-shirt, flannel and ripped up jeans.
He’s much taller than me, certainly over six feet tall. His body is built like no other I’ve seen; he’s muscular and broad with a devilish smile on his face. He has blonde hair poking around the mask, so light it’s almost white.
When he realizes I’m soaking in his features, he flips the mask over the top of his head, revealing his tantalizing eyes. They’re as blue as the sky.
I’m expecting another altercation but this time, they know each other.
“Who’s this, Oz?” the new guy asks the guy behind me.
His hands tighten on my body as he pulls me tighter against him.
“Mine, Silas,” he responds.
