Page 82 of Galen
I had been surprised when Galen asked me to go with him tonight. He didn’t seem like the partying type. The long nights and constant shit with the demons must’ve been getting to him more than I thought.
“We beat you, suckers,” Raiden said, hopping out of a sleek black Lykan Hypersport. My jaw had dropped when I’d first seen the car. I didn’t need to be a “car guy” to know the thing was a work of art. Apparently, only seven of them had ever been made.
“I didn’t know it was a competition,” Galen said, unamused.
Castor got out of the driver’s side, a smirk in place. “Everything’s a competition, baby. And your grumpy ass just lost.”
“Call me baby again and I’ll take a bat to that pretty car of yours.”
“Ouch.” Castor put a hand over his heart. “You always know where to strike to hurt me most.”
The back door opened, and Gray stepped out of the car, rubbing at his eyes. I would’ve bet money that he’d fallen asleep on the drive over. He was wearing a blue tank, skinny jeans, and pink Converse. Not exactly nightclub attire, but he looked adorable as hell.
“Daman’s already inside,” Bellamy said, tipping his head toward the entrance.
“What about Alastair?” I asked, moving closer to Galen’s side as we walked.
Galen rested a hand on my lower back. “Not tonight.”
Ever since the night Joseph died, Alastair had barely left his room. The brothers had all agreed to switch around their patrol schedules to make it to where he wouldn’t have to do anything. Not that he could’ve even if he’d wanted to. The few times I’d seen him, he had looked like an empty shell. Eyes lifeless. I didn’t have a Nephilim-type connection to him and I still felt his grief. It was palpable.
“Brace yourself, little human,” Bellamy said, putting a hand on my shoulder. He ran his teeth over his bottom lip and faced the door we were about to pass through. Music thumped from inside. “You’re about to enter a whole new world.”
The door swung open, and Galen guided me forward. The bass of the song hit me first, the sound of it rattling in my rib cage. Green, blue, and purple lights flitted over moving bodies on the dance floor, and I caught the scent of something sweet and smoky, like an incense burning.
At first glance, it seemed like any other nightclub. Music, dancing, bar stations along the walls, and people lost in conversation, drinks, and each other. But when I looked closer, I realized it wasn’t the same at all.
On a couch to the right, a woman exposed her slender neck. A man sunk his teeth into her throat, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth. Another man kissed her shoulder before biting the opposite side of her neck. Her blissed-out expression told me she enjoyed it.
Two men fucked in the corner, and when one slapped his hand on the wall, I saw clawlike fingernails protruding from his skin.
A woman flitted around the room at an impossible speed, and when she stopped for a moment to speak with a group of people, I noticed small translucent wings on her back. They glimmered under the neon lights and looked to have some kind of glittery substance around the edges.
“Are you all right?” Galen whispered, his mouth at my ear.
Too stunned to say anything, I could only nod.
He lightly chuckled and wrapped both arms around me from behind, resting his cheek on the side of my head.
“There’s my favorite angel,” a woman said, approaching Bellamy. She wore a black leather top that left very little to the imagination, and her skintight pants hung low on her hips.
“Evelyn,” Bellamy said, his smile growing. “Last time I saw you, you were riding a lucky male’s cock in the back room. I’m offended you didn’t ask me to join.”
She threw back her head with a laugh and grabbed him by the front of his shirt, dragging him away. He looked back at us with a smirk before picking her up and throwing her over his shoulder. A blond man followed after them, and before they disappeared around the corner, I saw him plant a kiss on Bellamy’s lips.
Galen led me farther into the club, and my bewilderment continued to soar. There were beings with blue skin, some with green. Some had small horns jutting from their heads while others had tails.
My eyes widened when I spotted a human man leaning against a pole, pants down, while a man with horns jerked the guy’s cock with his tail. A third man dropped down to his knees in front of the human and stretched his lips around his cock head while the one with the tail continued stroking the man’s shaft.
Men danced on raised platforms, each of them in various stages of undress. One of them I recognized.
“Is that Daman?” I asked in shock.
“Yep,” Galen answered. “This place is a second home to him.”
Lights danced along Daman’s beautiful bronze skin as he moved his hips, enticing the men who watched him. He turned his back to them before releasing his wings. Shades of green mixed with his black feathers.
One man stepped up onto the platform and slid his arms around Daman’s slender waist. Daman leaned his head back and smiled as the man nipped at his throat.
