Page 9 of Infiltrated

“Well, because I’m thinking about being your buttered croissant.” I shrug, and turn my head as he chokes on what’s left of his beer.

I look back toward Dimitri now. “Why are the angry ones always named Dimitri or Dracula?” I said purposefully, trying to get on his nerves. He just looks so work-up able, is that even a word? It was sexy in an infuriating, punching-you-in-the-dick kind of way.

Dimitri, on the other end growled, “I’m not angry, I’m a realist, and I’m not a damn vampire. Why do you keep calling me that?”

I lowly whispered, “Because. You. Look. Like. A. Fucking. Blood-sucking. Demon. From. Hell. But if that bothers you, let’s pick another word! Sullen, perturbed, grumpy, although you only have three other dwarves and not the other six, so maybe not grumpy.” The others started to complain about being called dwarves, but I held up my hand. I wanted to see his reaction to my insults, if he’s as intense as he shows himself to be.

He opened his mouth in indignation, but was cut off by Pixie walking up and giving them their new beers, and me a lighter for my shots. Even as she passed them out, I was transfixed. She had changed into her dance outfit while she was gone. Gone was the simple makeup and bar outfit, and now she glowed with dark eye shadow, blue lipstick, and gold glitter across her cheeks, she looked like a fairy brought to life. Since she was set to hit the stage, she was covered up in a light green robe that will soon be gone, revealing her amazing curves. It was tied off at the waist hiding her from me, and my inner whore didn’t like that. She blushed from head to toe when she caught my gaze and caught the thoughts of what I wanted to do to her, the extra color just adding to her allure. I chuckled, she can dance for all these people but one look from me has her blushing. Being bonded was like being next to a magnet at all times, the urge to be together was downright impossible to ignore.

As such, forgetting the men around me, I stood up slowly, maintaining eye contact with her, and stepped around the booth. When I reached her, I pulled her off to the side, and started roaming my hands under her robe, my actions hidden by the dark room, and gripped her perfectly round hips. I grabbed her ass, sat her on a small table to the right of the booth, and stepped between her legs. Her outfit, just from what I felt, was going to blow everyone away. But right this second, she was mine. Period. My full focus was on her and as the room faded away, I pressed my lips against her neck and licked a trail to the front of the robe. She moaned softly and closed her eyes; I hummed against her neck. God, I loved her little sounds. I kissed her lips softly then lost myself as we deepened the kiss, pulling a deep moan from both of us. I slid my fingers into her panties and played with her clit softly. She moaned loudly but it was captured by my mouth. I rubbed her clit in small circles with my thumb, inserting two fingers inside of her and after a few moments, she came apart and I caught her screams as I continued to kiss her. As she came down, we noticed purple streaks fly across the table toward the men, luckily they were too distracted, talking to each other to notice. We heard the sound to signal the next dancer, and I drew my hand out of her now-soaking panties, used my clean hand to grip her hair, and whispered, “Make sure that show is just for me,” as I slowly licked my fingers clean.

She walked away in a little bit of a daze and as she cleared her head, she strutted up to the stage.

Thanks for the extra incentive, baby, she whispered in my head.

As I turned to sit, I licked my fingers again, savoring her taste, moisture dripping to my panties. I had to brush against Etienne on my way back to the center of the table and another shot of electricity shot up my core. Was it even possible to feel a connection with so many at once?

I ignored his stare and lit my shots before she started. I always needed liquor to stop myself from beating the shit out of anyone looking at her but we have a purpose, a plan, and we will make sure it stays that way.

I noticed Etienne, Dimitri, Dante and Luca’s heated stares as I sat down. I also noticed them adjusting themselves, swallowing to clear their throat. I smirked. Their reactions gave me shivers down my spine. We haven’t been particularly interested in men, but these four, Jesus they are just sexy as fuck. I can even get past the grumpy vampire. I lit my ten rainbow shots, and Dante whispered in my ear, “That, princess, was fucking sexy.” I raised my eyebrow. “I’m no princess,” I retorted. I slammed one shot after the next and in less than thirty seconds, they were gone. The men took turns looking awed, shocked, or in Dante’s case, enamored.

“I think I met my soulmate.” He stared at me with fake adoration.

I chuckled.

“I love to hear you laugh,” Luca said. I was shocked, shit, he even looked shocked while the rest of the group looked taken aback.

He cleared his throat to save his face. “You know, princess,” he started. I narrowed my eyes at that. “You never did try to tell me what my power was, care to guess?”

You can tell the rest of the table zoomed in to listen. “Easy, you’re a tracker. The way you hold yourself, the way you flare your nose and seemingly pick up scents of everyone around you.” I paused. “Which by the way, you’re welcome. Pixie smells like candy. Anyways, you’re the one that can detect paranormals.” I shrugged. “You’re also an elemental as you have scars on your hands that indicate that you were learning about your fire. That’s pretty rare, an elemental and a tracker combination.” I let out a low whistle.

Everyone looks impressed instead of confused this time, I guess they don’t doubt me anymore. I didn’t miss the fact that Dimitri didn’t ask me to name his power, but it didn’t mean I didn’t already pick up on it.

Luca leaned down to whisper in my ear, “There is something strange about you, little one, and I’m going to figure it out. In fact, let’s make it a game. One I plan to win.” He took a nip and lick of my ear lobe. I had to bite back a moan, as the electricity seemed to be closing in on us.

I looked dead at him but before I could respond, the stage darkened and “Wetter” by Twista, started to play. Pixie was in the middle of the stage and it was impossible for anyone else to look elsewhere. She slid off her robe and threw it into my booth. I squirmed in my seat and the men chuckled. Luca took a deep breath, and gave me a heated glance. He can scent my arousal, well, that’s going to make shit harder for him. Focusing back on Pixie, she wore a green and blue shimmery set that complimented her eyes. She grabbed the pole behind her and slowly slid into a split. Her curves were out of this world, something women get surgery to achieve. She pulled herself up, turned around and bent over, showing her covered pussy in her shimmery boy shorts but the wet spot I put there was noticeable. I groaned softly at my claim. The men around me chuckled. She reached up and took herself to the top of the pole, and hung upside down and did a little spin while opening her legs and still hanging on by her hands. She made it look effortless.

Dimitri chose that moment to break my trance. “How can you watch your bonded dance for other people?” He sounded upset, confused, and turned on. Interesting.

“I wouldn’t stop her from doing something she likes. It's a bond, not bondage, although we like that too.” The men chuckled lightly. “Besides, we took the same classes. She does it for fun, and I do it for fitness. Maybe one day we will let you watch us.” I gave a little wink and their eyes widened, picking up the double meaning. God, my inner whore was on fire today.

I focused my eyes back to the stage right as she stopped, dropped, and then gripped the pole with her thighs, her head barely an inch off the ground, and everyone around gasped. She looked at me and winked. I knew the signal, everyone would be thoroughly engrossed. I started to open up my mental walls to everyone but these four fuckers next to me, leaving them for last, as their walls would be better built. I couldn’t have them knowing about me… yet.

We had a goal, we needed to find out when the Shadow fuckers were going to have their next recruitment so that Pixie and I can join their ranks. After years of searching for information about my parents’ murders, we were at an impasse. As good as I am, I cannot hack into what doesn’t exist if it isn’t computerized. We were hoping to get close enough to find whatever paper copies they may have filed away. It wouldn’t be easy, and only an idiot would be overconfident enough to leave such incriminating evidence, but I have a strong feeling that the Council feels quite all powerful. We would get into their ranks, didn’t matter if it was all men, we are the best, we just needed an in. I had a feeling these fuckers next to me wouldn’t answer questions. I knew what drove them here tonight was that they couldn’t get a read on me, and they never would. However, now I figured we were going to be drawn to each other, no matter what. This fucking zing was annoying, and while Pixie and I would try to ignore as much as possible, the power of a potential bonding made shit like a fucking sit-com. This is Darnika, damnit, not fucking One Tree Hill.

As I opened my mind to the whispers in the minds of those around us, I started to read the room. I ignored the lust, and the drunken spouses cheating, and tried to pick up a hint of anything related to the Shadows. After several moments, I picked up nothing useful and just felt icky. Ugh. I mentally projected my emotions to Pixie, and she got the signal to continue with her charade.

Pixie continued the spin as the song ended, and nodded imperceptibly. She signaled the DJ for another song. The lights changed as the pole was pulled up into the ceiling, and despite her stopping, the crowd remained transfixed. Someone brought a heavy steel chair onto the stage and made sure it was secured in the chair holders, to prevent the chair from tipping over as the heady beat of “Red Light Special” by TLC started to thump from the surrounding sound system. Pixie stepped off the stage, with a light sheen of sweat on her skin, and grabbed my hand. As I stepped around the two men on my side, I heard one of them whisper “Oh fuck” but I was too stuck on Pixie, walking me onto the stage, to really give a fuck. The lights turned red and centered on the chair as she sat me down and straddled as the first verse started. She grabbed my hair in her fist and brought my head down to her ample chest. Then she tossed my head back, kicked one leg over and bent over in front of me. She walked over to stand in front of me, her back to my front and slowly brought her ass onto my lap while grabbing my hands and using them to spread her. She brought my hand close to her pussy and the crowd groaned collectively as I drew my finger on the outside of her panties and brought my fingers to my mouth and sucked on her dripping juices, until my fingers were clean. I made a real show of it too while she moved off my lap and dropped to the floor into a split. I took that opportunity to look at the men in my booth directly in front of us. The heat in their gazes and their barely restrained postures told me it was time to start digging.

Seemingly distracted by Pixie, now on her knees in front of me, licking me between my legs through my jean shorts, I moaned while reaching out with my mental feelers and went into the minds of the four men in front of me. Without a doubt, I am the strongest person in the room, hell, in our world as far as I knew, but I needed to make sure they didn’t know I was in their heads. I sent out my mental feelers in their direction, pictured smoky tendrils looking for any openings and slowly penetrating the mind. Even though they were completely transfixed by our little show, I still had to put in some more effort to get through their defenses undetected. Going beyond the lust, I was able to pick up that they were on the search of a vigilante working in the castes going by Exousia. That would be me, which means they knew my alter ego by name. I found what I was looking for in Dante’s head, the next Shadow Recruitment was in two months and it was invitation only, those who wanted to compete would have the chance only if brought in by Shadow. Cool, so I had to figure out how to get these guys to invite me and Pixie. That should be easy enough.

Got the information.I sent to Pixie.

She looked at me, and ended the song with a smirk on her lips and my nipples in her hands. I had to stop myself from laughing; as I was digging in their heads, this bitch rolled up my top and took my tits out of my bra, at least she kept them covered. The stage darkened and she stepped off the stage to the back to get dressed and I went back to our, Imeanmybooth.

But when I arrived, LEDD had disappeared.

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