Chapter 21 #2
“Alrighty then. How about we get this show on the road?” Kole claps his hands together, and the tension slowly dissipates as Thane releases the chain, letting it dangle down my back.
When I start to walk, the end of it hits the backs of my thighs. It’s not heavy, but it keeps catching on the thin strip of skirt fluttering between my legs, so I reach back and sling it over my shoulder.
“Once we get to the party, I’ll help you fix it,” Sienna whispers to me, as we all make our way to the parking garage.
When we pull up, I immediately recognize the odd-shaped building. It used to be the Museum of Pop Culture. Of course, I’ve only ever seen it from the outside, but it was a popular Seattle tourist attraction before the Last War.
Thane leads the three of us through the building while the sound of blaring music calls to us from the party.
As we move along, I notice that the museum has been cleared of all human exhibits, replaced with disturbing images that I’m pretty sure have been painted with blood.
If it weren’t for the music, this place would have a deeply haunting feel to it.
It’s kind of a shame I’ll never get to see it as it once was.
We finally reach two enormous curtains that hang from the ceiling, and a werewolf almost as big as Thane, pulls one of the curtains aside to welcome us in.
A woman with a pink pixie cut greets Thane with a smile and tells us to follow her.
Thane reaches for the chain attached to my collar and pulls me along as all eyes fall on us.
We’re escorted to a table in the middle of the stage, overlooking the vampires and werewolves dancing and drinking.
Something about seeing them dressed in costume is a bit amusing.
I would assume the idea of Halloween is something they would despise, but I suppose after hearing Thane explain why it’s special to them, their reason for celebrating makes sense.
“Sit.” Thane points to a large cushion laid out diagonally to his throne-like chair.
Part of me is thankful I don’t have to sit on his lap, while the other part of me burns with irritation as several of the vampires and werewolves standing near the stage snicker as they watch me settle onto the cushion like a good little pet.
I glance over at Kole and Sienna, who both flash me a sympathetic look while they make themselves comfortable on the couch sitting next to Thane.
The girl with the pixie cut takes their drink orders and comes back a couple minutes later, carrying a tray of shots and drinks in one hand and a bucket of blood bags in the other.
Thane tells her to leave them on the table and shoos her away with the wave of his hand.
Asshole.
“Oh, mio Dio! Look!” Sienna slaps Kole on the arm and points to the ceiling.
Above the dance floor, two giant hoops hang down with twin vampires swinging from them.
Half the crowd keeps dancing, while the other half pauses to watch the two acrobats perform heart-stopping tricks.
Sienna squeals with excitement, watching from the edge of her seat with wide eyes, and I can’t help but smile, seeing her like this.
From what she’s told me, she hasn’t experienced much fun in her life, and until I came around, she had never been allowed to go to these types of events.
Looking at her now, I can see how much she longs to be part of something.
Before Thane found her, she had spent most of her life as a lone wolf after her pack had been killed by vampires.
It’s a miracle she can even stand being around them after what they had done to her family, but I suppose that was part of the deal between the two species.
Let bygones be bygones for the sake of freedom.
Still, her heart is pure. Where mine is cold and jaded, hers is full of forgiveness and understanding. The two of us are like yin and yang, and for some reason, I like it that way.
“Oh, come on. It’s Halloween, and she’s already suffering enough in that outfit.
” Kole starts to hand Thane a shot, flashing him a pleading look.
“Plus, you practically traumatized her when you ripped that guy’s throat out.
Just let her have some fun.” Thane turns to me with a glare, and Kole inches the shot closer to his face.
Thane swats Kole’s hand, spilling part of the shot on the floor. “Is that what you want?” He asks me, wrapping the chain around his fist until I’m left kneeling in front of him.
His legs are spread as he sits back in his chair, half of his face covered by the Phantom mask, while the other half is shrouded in darkness.
When I don’t answer, he pulls me onto his lap, forcing me to straddle him while his hands wrap around my waist to keep me in place.
The fabric of my skirt does little to cover me, and I know that the sides of my ass are probably visible to the entire dance floor behind me.
I reach back to try to adjust the material, but Thane catches my wrist and sinks his teeth into me.
My body immediately falls limp, but Thane wraps his hand around the back of my neck to keep my head up while his mouth claims the inside of my wrist.
The allure of his bite is irresistible, and I find myself tumbling deeper into its trance, succumbing to the power it holds over me.
My eyes flutter shut, and I bathe in the feel of it, letting the overwhelming euphoria pour over me while Thane’s warmth seeps into my body, reaching the deepest corners of my being.
His intoxicating scent envelops me like a net, dragging me further into his trap.
Despite knowing there will be consequences for it later, I breathe him in, allowing the masculine scent to wash away any last remnants of animosity I feel toward him.
As his fangs sink deeper into my wrist, Thane’s tongue runs along my flesh, sending a path of desire straight down my body.
It’s like every one of my cells is vibrating, my skin tingling everywhere our bodies touch.
He lets go of my neck, pushing my hips down so that there’s no more space between us, but before my head has a chance to fall, his hand is already wrapped around the back of my neck again.
There’s so much power and dominance in the way he touches me that I can’t help but be turned on by it.
The fantasies that drove me to climax earlier are nothing compared to how good his cock feels pressed against me now, and with each passing second, my lower half aches for him, craving him in a way that is almost painful.
It’s like I’m suffocating all while riding an intense high that I never want to come down from.