Chapter 3
CHAPTER THREE
Zahra
“If you’ve never been to a club, then why come to one now?”
The wonder at this mysterious man in front of me can’t be stopped.
He asks the weirdest things, and yet, it feels like I was destined to meet this man.
His paint on his skin is fabulous. Did he do it himself, or did someone help him?
He has elf ears seamlessly glued to the tips of his ears.
It holds his silver-haired wig back from his face. At least it looks like a wig.
Now that he is closer, I can see what looks like painted scales on his arm, maybe even done with latex or something like that then painted.
He has this collar around his neck and something on his wrists to complete his outfit.
Bare chested and hmm what a chest it is.
He looks more sinful than any man I’ve ever met.
And I know that I will be going home with this man for the night before the conversation has gone anywhere between us. I want to know what is in those pants of his and beneath all of that paint.
“I’m looking for someone,” his reply doesn’t surprise me.
“Who would that be?”
“I’m thinking it’s you.”
He slides along the bench until his thigh touches mine and his arm slides along the bench behind me.
Smooth. That was smooth as shit. Even if I did see it coming from a mile away.
He towers over me and I can’t help the shiver that races along my spine.
He smells of sin and mangos. An intoxicating combination that leaves me smiling at the table. Hoping he can’t see me.
“And if I said I was interested?”
He leans into my neck and I tilt my head to look at him out the side of my eye. He’s smiling. His easy confidence is like nothing I’ve ever seen before.
“Then I would say come home with me. Let me take care of you.”
His words sink in and I shiver at the implications he is suggesting. The thought of going home with this man leaves me wanting so much more. Desire swirls inside of me. My stomach’s in knots with anticipation.
“That sounds promising.” I chuckle and let his fingers caress the bare skin of my shoulder.
“I can give you everything. The world. The universe. Let me show you.
His tongue slips along the edge of my ear, and then he drops a kiss to my neck. The goosebumps appear all along my body as desire takes over and I want to climb in his lap right here and now. Yeah, I’m drunk. Fuck me. Like literally, I need him to fuck me.
“Why should I trust you?”
“Trust? You shouldn’t. We don’t know each other. So why would you? I came looking for someone and I’m positive I’ve found her. Trust. That will come in time. Just give me the chance to show you what I have to offer. Let me take you home.”
He whispers the words against my ear. He isn’t putting on a show for anyone else in this place. Women offer me upset and jealous looks as they note the behemoth of a man curled against me. He doesn’t look at anyone else as he talks to me. Only me.
“You talk a big game. Why do I feel like that should worry me?”
I hesitate only because I’m not fucking dumb. Safety first and going home with a man that is as big as this one without some kind of understanding would be fatal. Either to my life or my heart, not sure which.
“Let me have your worries. I can fix that. I can’t fix it if I leave here empty-handed without you on my arm as we walk out that door. I won’t leave here without what I came for. I depend on it. I need you, and I think you need me too.”
His words sink in and I can’t help but to feel seen.
A golden retriever man that just wants to take care of me.
Not my usual type, but fucking shit, I’d be lying if I didn’t say that I want him more than anyone I’ve ever been with.
What woman wouldn’t melt underneath that gaze of his? Those words. That smile.
“Fine. Let’s go to your place, then.”
His eyes are round with surprise. Did he not think I would go with him? Is he really going to lay it on so thick and expect me not to take him up on what sounds like a perfect offer? Maybe a little too perfect, but I don’t think about that as I slide from the booth and wait for him to join me.
I’m not so drunk that I can’t walk, but the buzz of the alcohol fills me with the courage to walk at this man’s side as he leads me from the building.
I watch him from his side as we walk down the sidewalk.
Heading toward the outskirts of the city.
The world keeps moving all around us despite the late hour.
It’s nearly two in the morning and going home with this man beside me is a no brainer. I want him to show me what he promised. I want to know if those lips are worth all that they said and more.
So I walk beside him, with his arm threaded around my back as he holds me close.
I trip on my own two feet and he doesn’t hesitate as he lifts me into his arms. I wrap my legs around his hips and my arms around his neck.
His muscles bulge as he holds me, but he doesn’t seem even the slightest bit inconvenienced by the added weight.
“I can walk,” I tell him slowly.
To be honest, he could carry me to the moon right now and I wouldn’t give a damn. His arms wrapped around me as he continued walking. His body rubbing against my pussy with each step. It feels so fucking good and I want more.
“And I can carry you, so let me, Dravexil.”
What did he just call me? Dravil… Dravex.
. What the hell kind of nickname is that shit?
He takes this alien looking cosplay shit series I guess.
I found a nerd, a golden retriever type, that lifts weights.
Perhaps this won’t be so bad after all. Those are usually the ones that take care of their women first. Hopefully not a two pump champ.