Page 9 of Dark Awakening

Lucian snorts derisively. "Let me guess, that morons at the Obsidian Enclave still? Christ, will he ever quit his creepy blood magic kick?"

"We need answers, so we've got no choice," I reply firmly.

Lucian shakes his head in disbelief. "Well, buckle up, boys. This is gonna be one hell of a shit show." He grins wickedly in anticipation, and I can't help returning his grin.

I let the heavy talk slide off my back and kick back with Erik and Lucian. We throw around ideas for our next steps, getting down to brass tacks while the night's still young.

The server scrambles to jot down our orders. “Be right back, sweetheart,” she emphasizes with a flirtatious wink.

Lucian is already cozying up to some skimpily-clad Barbie— he’ll indeed be heading home with her tonight. Erik surveys the club, as vigilant as ever. These minutes feel like hours, but finally, our drinks arrive. I snatch my scotch and throw her a twenty before she can ask for it.

The thumping music echoes throughout the club like a giant beast’s heartbeat, and I quickly scan the room of moving bodies for any sign of trouble. The conversation we had moments earlier still weighs heavily on my mind. I nod at Erik to show him I won’t be gone long. I stand and approach the tall pillar overlooking the bustling dance club.

The pounding music fades as I see her, all else forgotten. She commands the dance floor, moving with serpentine grace. Her curves could tempt a saint, full breasts straining against her dress, cleavage beckoning my gaze. Wild chocolate-brown hair sways hypnotically with each roll of her hips, lips parted in ecstasy. She owns her sexuality, wielding it as a weapon, leaving broken hearts in her wake.

No mortal woman has ever twisted me up like this, hijacking my mind this way. She must be something more—like some deity or ancient spirit. Her caramel eyes glimmer knowingly, seeing through my facade as she twirls and grinds.

Inside, it's one hell of a tug-of-war. The cold, collected side of me is screaming to bail to keep my guard locked down tight. But deep down, where the raw hunger and heat simmer, there's no pretending. Not with her in the room, lighting fires left and right.

Carnal hunger surges hotly through my veins. I want to possess this divine creature utterly, devour every inch of her bare skin, dripping with sweat. To fuck her with wild abandon and hear my name cried in ecstasy. For her to rake my back with her nails, drawing blood as our primal dance escalates.

No thought of consequences or morality could stop my raging need should I unleash it tonight. She stirs the beast within, that primal core beneath the tame facade. My swollen cock aches, ready to take by force if seduction fails. Her feminine wiles will be her undoing, for nothing will prevent my having her.

I close my eyes, the fantasy playing out vividly. I imagine pinning her against the wall in a shadowy corner, my fingers tangled in her hair, drawing her neck to my hungry mouth. Sinking teeth into supple flesh as she moans, our bodies grinding feverishly. I yearn to taste her honeyed juices and lap at her wet sex until her legs quiver and her back arches in bliss. To fill her depths with my throbbing heat, our passions culminated in a dizzying crescendo.

The vivid erotic scene overwhelms my senses. This mortal temptress has awakened something dangerous within me. I will make her submit, trust that her desires mirror my own, however forbidden.

Fuck me

Who is this beautiful angel before me?

Danica

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After a few shots of liquid courage, I'm feeling good and dancing without a care. That's when an odd tingle travels through my spine, like electricity. I have a vivid sense of being watched, an invisible allure beckoning me.

The club's dim lighting and crowds make it impossible to pinpoint the source. But eyes devour me, sparking an unwelcome arousal. My pulse quickens as the atmosphere seems to crackle with a tempting yet unnerving energy. I'm compelled to seek out this hidden presence and unravel its secrets.

Emily's lost in the music, oblivious as I try scanning the sea of faces. Suddenly, a large body presses against me from behind, his evident arousal grinding into my backside. He leans in, liquor-sour breath hot on my neck.

"Wanna dance, sexy?" His slurred come-on makes me recoil. Spinning quickly, I take in the beefy, leering blond frat-boy type trying to grope me. Any interest dies instantly.

"No thanks," I reply bluntly, pulling away. He looks pissed, but I turn my back, wanting nothing more with this drunk creep. Emily shoots me a questioning look, but I just shake my head.

As I head to the bar, the earlier odd magnetism hits me again, drawing my gaze upward. On the balcony, a tall figure stands shrouded in shadow—His blazing eyes locked on me, and his intense stare sends shivers down my skin.

Who is he?

We get seats at the packed bar. As I guzzle water, the pushy guy from earlier sidles up. "Let me buy you girls some drinks!"

Emily eagerly agrees. I decline, still creeped out by this dude.

"I'm Max," he says smoothly.

We exchange names. "Max, huh?" Emily cackles. "What are you, a golden retriever?"

I have to laugh, too, at the innocuous name.

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