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I follow his gaze and spot her laughing at something a man says. My muscles tense, and jealousy surges through me.
I need to get a grip.
“Since she’s otherwise occupied,” Inferno begins. “Why don’t we enjoy the other scenery?”
He’s ogling the chick on the stage, who’s shaking her ass and cupping her tits through the lace top she’s wearing. Her moves are provocative, and they do nothing for me.
My brothers make their way to an empty table close to the platform, and I follow behind at a slower pace. I make a point to watch the way other customers are behaving, how they’re interacting with one another.
It’s not hard to mimic them and blend in, but I’m not crazy about it. They objectify women, call out filthy remarks, and treat the females like they’re a piece of meat. Don’t get me wrong, I love the female body and have no problem fulfilling myself with it, but back in my day, we revered females, cherished them.
I certainly never would have dreamed of treating Mea the way these dancers are being treated.
“Odin is one cruel fucker,” Demo complains as he practically drools over Claire, the dancer who just stepped out on the stage. “Why would he send us here knowing we’d be around constant temptation?”
“I know it’s hard for you but keep it in your pants,” I order. “You can go without sex for a while. It won’t kill you.”
“Of course, it won’t. I’m already—”
“Do not finish that sentence.” My tone is harsh, demanding.
The bartender who lured Makayla away from us earlier steps up to the table. “Can I get you guys anything?” she asks, her eyes moving from me to the others.
Demo rakes his stare over her and groans. “He hates us.”
“Excuse me?” she asks.
“Nothing,” I answer. “And no, we’re good. Tha—”
“Speak for yourself,” Acid says with a grin. “I’ll take another beer, darlin’.”
“And you could get us your friend,” Inferno inserts. “What was her name? Makayla, I
think.”
I wish I could say his audacity is surprising, but it’s anything but. Inferno has a chip on his shoulder most of the time and has no problem defying rules when necessary. While he hasn’t broken one yet, something tells me it’s only a matter of time.
“Makayla’s busy,” she says with a polite smile. It’s clear she’s leery of us, and the smile is forced. “But I’m Sarah, and I’m more than happy to help you with whatever you need.”
“Just a round of beers,” I tell her in an effort to get her to go away. “Thanks.”
“Sure thing.”
Sarah weaves her way through the tables and back to the bar to get our drinks. The music shifts, and the other men in the room begin to whistle and shout with excitement. I turn back toward the stage, and my mouth drops open when I see why everyone seems so happy.
Makayla is in the middle of the stage, and she’s no longer wearing jeans and a black tank top. No, instead she’s dressed in leather, her hair braided, and she looks just like a… Valkyrie.
Um…
My cock swells when she begins to move, and I shift in my chair. I haven’t been celibate since my death, but I usually have to pull up a mental image of Mea to even come close to being turned on.
Apparently, Makayla is different.
And I’m not at all sure how I feel about that.
10
Makayla
