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Approaching a second set of heavy double doors, my gaze remains on her face, drinking in her expression when they open of their own accord. Assaulted by blaring music, a bass vibrates heavily throughout the room. Aspen’s hand slightly tightens on mine while she adjusts, no doubt pulling on her wolf to take the edge off her keen senses.
The entire room is hidden beneath a spongy brown cover, from the walls to the floors, even the bar and DJ booth. I lead my date for tonight, alongside Jaxon and Torsten, over to the bar.
“Four shots of IB,” I order from the bartender. A younger vamp by our standards and one of the last born. He’s slow to obey, considering we’re the only customers for tonight, reaching for a decanter of chilled Intoxicated Blood and pouring our drinks with painful slowness. And to think he put in an application for the army. We’d chew him up and use him as a toothpick to get the rancid taste of insolence from our teeth. Narrowing my eyes, I take the four glasses, handing them out to each of us.
“Bottoms up,” I urge, tilting Aspen’s glass for her. Once drained, I pluck it free from her fingers and lick the rim clean—a gentle promise for what’s to come. The gold flecks in Aspen’s irises become more prominent, tracking my tongue as it wipes my lips free of blood. Not to worry; this is just the beginning.
I order another round with a flick of my wrist, holding her gaze the whole time. Once a replacement is placed beside me, I raise her chin with two fingers, dangerously exposing the length of her creamy neck, and raise the glass to her lips. She parts them on command, taking all of the crimson liquid in one sultry swallow. My dick jumps to attention.
A ten-second countdown commences from the DJ booth, alerting all the club’s occupants to get to the dancefloor. It is just the four of us tonight, but that doesn’t mean the energy levels are low. Swopping up Aspen, I shoot us into the center of the room, planting her down with my hands clasped on her waist. Jaxon and Torsten are there in the next second, refusing to let their doubts keep them from what’s about to happen. Never mind the fact that Torsten won’t look Aspen in the eye.
As the DJ's countdown reaches zero, I can feel Aspen's body tense up, as if she'd take off running if I weren't holding her so firmly. Suddenly, hidden vents in the ceiling open unleashing a sea of foam. At an inconceivable rate, a thick blanket of bubbles fills the room while music pounds from giant, protected speakers. The DJ booth is shrouded in beaming lights, giving a center point amongst the rising foam.‘We Found Love’ by Calvin Harrisrolls across the front in block text. Whatever this human music is, I’m into it.
“Come on, Pumpkin, show me what you’ve got.”
“Pumpkin?” she laughs. I cock a brow, and she nods. “I much prefer it to Princess.” Releasing Aspen, even before the room is fully filled, I begin to jump. Fist-pumping the air, my shoulder bumping against Torsten until I force him to join me. The sweet laughter of my companions fills my ears, and finally, they give in. The foam rises, weighing us down as our bodies bump into each other.
“Take a big breath,” I tell Aspen just as another wave of bubbles crashes overhead, sealing us inside. All other lights are switched off, allowing the DJ booth to pierce the foam tumbling onto us, highlighting the millions of tiny bubbles blocking Aspen from my line of sight. Running a hand along her arm, I notice the goose bumps that awaken in response to my touch. Pulling her small body into mine, I find her back to my front. Caged in a trap of my creation, lost to anonymity. I could be anyone, but she knows it’s me and pushes her ass back into my crotch anyway. Lowering my head into the crook of her neck, we find a rhythm together, our bodies flush against each other and swaying in our cocoon of foam and depravity.
Song after song, the perfect curve of her ass grinds against me deliciously. A male is at her front, and I don’t care who it is. All I’m invested in is my cock pushing against her with the evidence of my intention and my fully exposed fangs scraping across the smooth skin of her shoulder in time to the fluttering pulse in her neck. Her groan reverberates through us both, filling my mind with images. Premonitions, because Aspen will be pinned beneath me and writhing before the night is through. I spin her away from my body into the male nudging my arm for a turn. I instantly miss her warmth, but I know my limits. I need to cool off.
Heading to the bar, I take it upon myself to finish the leftover drink Jaxon wouldn’t touch, and I watch the lights flicker over the silhouette of three figures. The blood tastes sweeter, knowing it wasn’t mine. Our perfect Jaxon can’t be seen touching this inebriated shit, not when his reputation is clear of any infractions. Lorcan should see him now, allowing the princess to dance against him while making no move to touch her. Must be agony.
“You know, I knew you were a jackass,” the bartender kid says from behind. “But this is the dumbest stunt I think you could have pulled. It’s like you don’t even want a chance to be her mate.” I don’t react, keeping my smirk in place as I slowly turn to face him. Dark, trimmed hair and dull brown eyes stare back at me, not a trace of nerves to be seen. Maybe he would be a good fit for the army after all – he’s suicidal enough.
“There’s no need to be bitter because your ranking is too low to compete. Perhaps by the next trials, you’ll have proved yourself enough to run with the big boys.”
He rolls his eyes, “not all mates are females, you know, and not everyone is interested in your dick-measuring contest.”
I chew on the inside of my cheek, just about holding back from a quick retaliation for the sake of wanting the last laugh. In fact, it’s none of my business who this little shit wants to mate with.
“If you truly liked her, you’d withdraw. It’s obvious who’s going to win, but it’s the princess who will end up hurt. All because you forced a connection and conflicted her mind,” he says with a shake of his head.
Lifting the decanter, the youngster refills my glass and leaves me to stare into the mirror beyond the bar. My smirk has fallen, a tight pinch residing between my brows. Swirling the liquid in the glass, I watch in the reflection as my two best friends grow closer to the girl I’m unwittingly falling for faster than intended. It’s only when presented with the notion that I should let her go that the depths of those feelings truly present themselves.
“Hey, where do you go?” Aspen pops up at my side. I’d seen her approach but made no move to welcome her. “There’s enough of me to go around, don’t you agree?” her lips tilt, tugging on my arm. I have to laugh and obey, turning to face her with my head hanging low.
“You’re going to be the death of me.”
“Oh, I’m planning on it,” she chuckles. I tease her braid between my fingers. Her cleavage is directly in my eye line, rising and falling heavily. A warm blush coats her skin, one I can’t resist shifting to brush the back of my fingers over. Still smiling, Aspen tiptoes up to softly press her lips against mine. I freeze, allowing her to pull back of her own accord.
“Thank you for this. It’s exactly what I needed,” Aspen murmurs against my mouth. Ahh, fuck it. Holding onto her perfectly dented waist to keep her balance, I give her the full measure of my passion through a responding kiss. She tastes sublime, as I knew she would. A special blend of power and beauty wrapped up in an intoxicating package.
Bringing one hand up to hold her nape, I kiss Aspen hard enough to bruise, slipping my tongue between her willing lips. Our tongues duel, our bodies rolling to the beat, desperate to be free from our clothing. The club fades from existence so that just she and I remain in our passionate embrace. Breaking our kiss, I stare down into Aspen’s beautiful face, praising myself for the dark hue of her lips and the scent of arousal surrounding her.
“I will always protect you, Aspen.” I brush a smudge of foam from her cheek. Speak directly into her ear, I can’t resist curling my tongue along the curve. “Build a connection with Jaxon. If nothing else, he’ll be able to secure you a safe future.”
“Oh, every girl’s fantasy. Security,” Aspen smirks, and dammit, I just fell for her a little harder.
“Do you trust me?” I ask. After a beat, Aspen steps back and folds her arms. I brave a look at the wall of foam, noting the two idiots bopping around inside and oblivious to our conversation. I prefer it that way. On Aspen’s nod, I sigh. “I need you to do me a favor. Seduce Jaxon.”
“You’re asking me to seduce your friend?” she pops out her hip. I really wish she wouldn’t make me repeat myself.
“I’m telling you, I have a foolproof plan. But if it shouldn’t work out, for whatever reason, I need to know you’ll be worshipped. I love Jaxon like a brother; he’ll give you the life you deserve. For both of us,” I grip the back of her head, “for all of our sakes, don’t let that chivalrous pussy let you slip away.” We share a laugh, our foreheads pressing together. “I’ll still be right here. For now, give him the push he needs.”
Turning Aspen by the shoulders, she waits for Jaxon and Torsten to approach. Reaching behind, she gives my dick a farewell squeeze that will fuel me for whatever trial is to come. Sauntering towards Jaxon, Aspen pushes a hand against his chest, walking him back into the sea of foam.
“What was that about?” Torsten asks, but I don’t answer. There are no words to be spoken, butthere areplenty of blood-filled decanters to be drained while I watch the show. Aspen isn’t just any female; she’s an enigma. Power runs through her veins. I want her to thrive, embrace all of her gifts, and be there with her every step of the way. Even if it has to be from afar.
