Letting the weight of the fabric fall to the floor, she flattened the expanse out … and was entirely unsurprised to find that it was a cloak. Just like Allishon’s—
Because it hurts. Now, give me what I want, he growled as he closed the distance between their mouths and kissed her hard.The bar counter in the club was long, crowded and noisy, and a total waste of time—except for the alcohol. And as Novo motioned for the bartender to bring her another Scotch, she looked down the stretch of men and women, the lot of them crowding in like they were cows at a trough.
She would have been seriously disdainful of them.But for the fact that she was one of the herd.Here, the server said. On the house.
The guy was tall, on the thin side for what she liked in males, but the shaved head, tattoos across his chest, and gauges in his ears were right up her alley.Thanks. She saluted him with the squat glass. What time do you get off?
She walked off, heading back for a place she didn’t want to be and couldn’t get away from.
As usual, Peyton had engineered the meet-up at Ice Blue, a techno club he couldn’t seem to live without. And also as usual, he’d gotten them a seating pit in the VIP section, behind a velvet rope that kept out the riffraff.There was an event happening now, a male suspended up high, two other males taking turns with him—
You were better six nights ago, a Scottish accent said.Axe turned to the male who had addressed him. The human was six-six, maybe six-eight, wearing leathers and not much else, his pierced nipples glinting in the low light, the tattoos running down his arms and across his chest representing classic album covers, everything from the Sex Pistols to G N’ R to the Ramones and MCR. His mask was classic Grim Reaper stuff and he was wearing a pair of New Rocks that were the biggest Axe had ever seen.
And you lasted longer, too, mate.With that, the human moved on, which was kind of a bummer. Axe had liked the guy’s vibe.