Chapter 37
Despite the club having been open for almost a month, it still buzzed with young vampires eager to indulge. New girls filled the floor regularly, a trend I assumed was Ethan's way of keeping things fresh. The moment one girl left, he replaced her with another.
Shay, in particular, seemed to be caught in the thick of it all, dodging drama from every angle, yet somehow still holding her ground. She and I were on server duty for the VIP section tonight, stationed at the bar as we waited for the drinks to be prepped.
Kem still wasn't answering her phone, and my mind, the only source of solace I had left, spiraled with theories.
She wasn't dead—I knew that much. She had to be somewhere, probably cooling off after a simple argument.
The suitcase could mean nothing; after all, she was running with it, so it couldn't have been that heavy.
As for the man, maybe she was just using him as a distraction, the way I used Wade and Jager.
Shay glanced over. "Got any plans for tonight?"
"Why do you ask?" I replied, meeting her gaze.
"We could have a sleepover," she suggested.
"No, thanks." I declined. A sleepover sounded tempting, but not tonight. My heels were already killing me, and all I wanted was to get home and attempt another calling session. A sleepover might be a good distraction, but not the kind I was looking for.
I glanced up toward the VIP section. Since everything changed, I could barely make out the telltale red eyes in the dark corners beyond the rusty railing.
"Maybe another time. Don't you have any friends?" I asked, half-distracted.
"Not really," she replied, shrugging. "I just moved from one of those human towns."
My snoopiness piqued a bit, and I leaned in closer. "Which state?"
She rolled her eyes. "Oklahoma, Newcastle. It wasn't super crowded before, but now, with humans fleeing the big cities, it's packed. Too many people, not enough jobs. Some are trickling back here."
"Sounds ridiculous," I muttered, already losing interest. If they'd already made the decision to leave, why return? Make up your mind, I thought.
"It's survival. They don't want to be here, but it's better than starving," she countered.
"Why don't they just find jobs there?" I asked, only half-listening.
"Only a few can. Most of the positions are filled, so a lot of young women come back, some even find love."
"With one of those bloodsuckers?" I scoffed.
"Actually, I'm hoping to find one myself," she admitted.
I sighed and picked up my tray. There was no point in waiting around for someone who'd talk like that. I started toward the stairs, eager to serve a table elsewhere, but Shay caught up to me, sticking close.
"I've got other tables to tend to," I said, hoping she'd take the hint.
"The bosses," she said with a knowing smirk. "They seem to like you."
I rolled my eyes. "Don't get your skirt in a twist—it's just business."
"Understood," she replied, then added, "Meet you back downstairs?"
I nodded, and we parted ways. She headed to the side, while I made my way further into the VIP section, toward where Jager and Wade usually sat. But tonight, only Wade was there, sitting alone at the far end, near the pole under the dim spotlight.
I approached and set down her drink. Just as I began unloading the tray, she stopped me. "Jager's not here tonight—handling some business," she answered my unasked question.
A flicker of disappointment passed through me. Jager's presence always brought a sense of calm, albeit with an edge that kept me cautious. Tonight, I was left with Wade, the hard-faced vampire princess of Europe, whose resigned expression betrayed nothing.
"You seem disappointed," she observed, her gaze piercing.
"Just means one less vamp to deal with," I replied, glancing around at the spot Wade had claimed. It was where large groups usually gathered, paying extra for the VIP treatment, which included a private show at the pole and the occasional lap dance. Wade's solitude was an unusual sight here.
"Keep me company, snow bunny," she purred, her voice smooth and inviting, like a weapon expertly wielded.
I studied her carefully. She radiated a promise of distraction—the kind I desperately needed.
"How can I keep your company?" I asked, intrigued.
She appraised me slowly, her eyes gleaming like rubies under a foreign sun.
"Come here." Her lazy invitation made it clear she knew it wouldn't take much effort to draw me into her embrace.
It felt as if she understood that Kem had left me in the dark, and I was eager for her distraction—hoping for a bit of both.
I crawled over to the long booth, closing the distance between us. "Dance for me." Before I could even think to ask how much it would cost, she had the money between her fingers.
"Lap dance or pole?" she teased.
"How dare you grind that body which is mine on a pole, snow bunny." Her fingers traced up my neck, sending shivers down my spine. "I want you to grind all of you on me."
"Okay," I whispered, my body succumbing to the cool touch of her fingers against my warm skin.
With a done on purpose motion, I reached for my skirt and slid it off, leaving me in only my black thong. The way her eyes devoured me ignited a sense of confidence and freedom within me. I slowly stood, turning around and removing my bra, exposing my full breasts to her gaze.
"So beautiful," she breathed, her voice stumpy with lust as she leaned in closer.
"You don't touch or feel, Wade."
She gritted her teeth, like a bear eyeing honey just out of reach. "How much more for the chance to touch you?"
I turned my back to her, gripping her head and guiding it to the side, my backside pressing against her chest. I felt her cold lips brush against my butt cheek.
"You're not going against this, are you?" I teased.
"Am I? Because you're still holding my hand to my side," she replied with a soft laugh, fully aware of the power she wielded to break free from my feeble grip.
As I ground my hips down onto her lap, the movement grazed against her bulge, and I couldn't help but moan as I pressed down further. My hips swayed like helium floating in the air. "You like that, baby?"
I felt her body surrender, dropping forward against my back. The chill of her skin sent shivers racing down my spine. "Like?" she growled in my ear. "I love what you're doing to my body. You're making my cock grow out of control," she breathed heavily.
"Really?" I chuckled, playfully bouncing on her.
"Are you planning to take turns riding us tonight?"
"I want the distraction, so why not? Are you up for the ride?" I glanced over my shoulder, our lips nearly tangling.
"I'm always ready for your ride."
I turned, igniting my seductive flame, feeling its warmth radiate off her. With one hand still holding her down, I straddled her gently.
Her lips trailed along my neck. "You smell incredible—blood, fragrances, just everything." Her nose buried deeper, as if she were trying to savor the scent of my blood.
"Do you feel like eating me?" I asked, surprisingly enticed by the thought of her taking just a little bite. She was allowing me to take control, and I relished it.
"I always want to eat you, my enticing bunny."
I pulled away slightly, resting my hands on her shoulders as I lifted my hips, twerking teasingly in the air. She grasped me firmly, pulling me down onto her, and I found myself grinding against her hardness.
"Nothing pleases me more than hearing your blood rush through your veins," she murmured, her lips drifting from my neck, perhaps reluctant to break the spell. "Do you know when I enjoy it the most?"
"When would that be?" I replied, my hands fluttering over her like a butterfly dancing among blossoms. I leaned closer, taunting her with a whisper, "Tell me."
She wrapped her fingers around my neck again, and I relished the firmness of her grip.
There was something intoxicating about her touch—it was both commanding and exhilarating, making me crave a little roughness.
It felt like a promise of something more to come.
I imagined a future with her, though the reality was that I was here to play them for their money.
I relished making them feel good, knowing that it all translated into cash at the end of the night.
With a soft moan, I ground my heated core against her.
"I like when this cock is in you and your heart is beating fast, as you don't know my neck move.
Fuck that. I love the other night how I was contemplating which hole I should put it in.
From behind, both openings looked utterly beautiful and inviting, and the sight of your heart nearly giving in was intoxicating. "
"But I could take you in both... all three," I replied, her grip tightening around me, eliciting an unmixed chuckle despite the tension brewing between us.
Her expression darkened with jealousy. "I hate every person who has ever touched this body, including myself, because who I was yesterday is not who I am today. "
"Don't worry," I reassured her. "You're the only one, along with Jager, who makes me feel this way." My eyes fluttered as I lost myself in the moment, desperately craving that distraction.
"Give it to me now," I growled, my voice low and urgent. I began to rock against her, feeling her length awaken a passion within me that felt dark and intoxicating, like a bitter narcotic coursing through my veins.
I struck her hard, returning the favor for her aggression, my tongue moving with equal fervor.
"Fuck me in any hole you want, Wade. Please, just fuck me already.
" I had already loosened her belt, eager to ride her like a cowboy on a wild stallion.
She looked up at me, a smirk playing on her lips, and I caught a glimpse of Jager in my periphery.
"I'll take the both of you again," I pleaded, my desire mounting. "Let me ride both of you."