Page 99 of Yearning For Her

The industrial flare from outside carried on within the club, where brick, black metal, and distressed wood were the predominant materials. But the lighting, ever-changing with the thumping dance music, gave the place a warm, modern feel. A mezzanine with numerous tables wrapped around part of the space, overlooking the dance floor. The high ceiling enhanced the sense of size, making the place feel much larger than it really was.

Kian leaned down, putting his mouth close to her ear. Despite all the noise, his seductive voice was perfectly audible when he said, “Would you care for a drink first?”

Willow nodded, giving him a flirtatious smile. “I have been pretty thirsty lately.”

He laughed and ran the tip of one of his long nails down the middle of her chest, toward her cleavage. “That you have.”

With his arm around her waist, he led her through the throng to the long, curving bar that stretched across the side of the nightclub. Colorful alcohol bottles of all shapes and sizes stood upon glass shelves behind the bar, lit by many-colored lights. Crystal clear glasses were stacked on the counter beneath.

Kian and Willow squeezed into an open spot at the bar, with him standing just behind her. Desire flared within her as he pressed against her, and she couldn’t stop herself from wiggling her ass against his groin.

Kian growled and dropped his hands to her hips, locking her in place. “Supposed to save that for the dance floor, my wicked mortal.”

She settled a hand over one of his and looked up at him. “It was just too hard to resist.”

“For you, it’s always hard. But you must behave.”

“An incubus telling me to behave?”

He leaned over her shoulder, brushing his lips over her ear. “Or don’t. The night will end with me inside you either way.”

Heat pooled between her thighs. It didn’t matter how many times they’d had sex, Willow craved more of him. She longed to have his hands on her skin, to taste him on her lips, to feel his cock thrusting inside her, to hear his primal growls and groans and lose herself in the savagery of his release.

And then do it again and again and again.

Yep. I’m definitely a sex fiend.

Grinning, Willow folded her arms over the edge of the bar.

Kian raised a hand, catching the attention of one of the bartenders.

The bartender’s features brightened with interest as he walked over to them, but he didn’t so much as glance at Willow. His eyes were focused solely on Kian. He leaned an elbow on the counter. “Well, hello.”

Kian handed the man a twenty. “Get her whatever she wants.”

“Oh.” The man blinked, and his smile faltered as his gaze dropped to Willow. “What can I get for you?”

His behavior wasn’t anything new for her. Sometimes, it felt impossible to get bartenders’ attention in places like this, especially when surrounded by bodies that were more in line with beauty standards.

But she couldn’t blame the man for staring at Kian. She certainly stared at every opportunity.

“Can I get a daiquiri, please?” Willow asked.

“Sure thing.” The bartender straightened and set about making her drink. His bare arms flexed as he poured ingredients and shook the cocktail in a metal shaker. Once he’d finished mixing, he poured the drink into a hurricane glass, topped it off with a slice of lime on the rim, and slid it toward her.

“Thank you.” Willow smiled and picked up the glass, taking a sip. The citrusy lime mixed with sugar and rum was sweet, tart, and delicious.

The bartender looked at Kian and grinned. “How about you? Anything…special?”

“No,” Kian replied.

The man’s eyebrows fell as he glanced between Kian and Willow. “All right. Well, if you need anything else, just let me know.”

Willow watched the bartender move on to the next patron before she turned toward Kian. “You’re not going to have anything?”

Kian grinned and stroked a hand up her arm. “I’ve been drinking the whole time, Willow.”

“Can you actually get drunk?”

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