21. Chapter 21
Thingshavefinallysettled down in the apartment. I’ve all but moved into the room Jax gave to me, bringing a handful of my possessions from my place, as well as what”s left of my clothing. Bane told the others about the fact that some of my clothes were missing. They think it’s so the wolves can make sure everyone in their pack knows my scent, meaning there’s more than just the ones I met.
Security at the club has tripled after Diego joked that I should earn my keep by working the bar with him. Shockingly, Jax actually agreed. At least that way they could keep working and not have to worry about someone being in the apartment with me at all times.
Brushing out my hair, I plait it over my shoulder and pull on a tight black t-shirt. I check my appearance in the mirror. I’ve gone a little heavier than I normally do on my make-up, with black eye shadow on my upper lid and lower lash line. The red eye shadow covers my crease, brow bone, and just under the black of my lower lashes. With a heavy helping of mascara, I finish the look off with winged eyeliner and dab on a little lip balm, but otherwise leave my lips au naturale.
I”m not sure whose idea it was that I should be wearing such a short skirt, but I”m guessing it was probably Diego. Even with his comment about more clothing in communal areas, I know for a fact he”s going to appreciate the sheer lack of material covering my legs. Moving back into the bedroom, I slip my sneakers on and head for the kitchen. Bane is sitting at the breakfast bar, waiting for me.
As soon as he sees me, his eyes light up. He quickly stands and moves towards me.
”Beautiful.” I feel anything but. I do appreciate the compliment though.
”Thanks.” I smile at him as he wraps an arm around my waist and hefts me against him.
His lips connect with mine, and it”s like fireworks all over again. Every time he kisses me, something lights up inside me, begging me to strip him down and let him have his wicked way with me. Our tongues dance together, and one of his hands grips my ass, pulling a gasp from me.
I can feel the outline of his cock rubbing against my stomach and I push against him. Too soon, he breaks the kiss and licks his lips.
”Come on.” He grabs my hand and drags me from the apartment and around to the front of the club.
The music is just like that night. It pulses through the floor as we get closer. I try to ignore what happened the last time I went through these doors. Squeezing my hand, Bane pulls me through the main entrance and straight into the club. This time the lights don”t blind me, I”m expecting them. We push through the crowds and head straight for the bar where Diego is already serving drinks to customers.
When Diego sees me, a grin cracks across his face and he throws me a wink as he continues making the beverages. Bane drags me around the bar and through a small opening in the side. His lips brush across my temple before he”s gone again, leaving me behind the bar as he disappears into the crowd once more.
”Hi,” a cheery voice sounds beside me. It”s the woman who served me drinks a few nights ago. ”I’m Harley.” She thrusts her hand toward me, and I take it in mine, shaking it firmly.
”Demi.”
”Oh, I know.” She grins. ”You”re all the staff have been talking about. The pretty, dark-haired girl who the bosses are head over heels for.”
What the hell?
”They are definitely not head over heels for me.” I wince slightly.
Are they?
”Deny it all you want, sweetie.” Harley brushes her long blonde hair over her bare shoulder. ”Ever tended a bar before?”
”For a few months in college.” Harley claps her hands together.
”Fantastic. Hopefully, I won”t have to spend my whole night teaching you what to do then.” She grabs a glass from behind the bar and starts filling it from one of the pumps.
I watch as she pours the perfect glass of beerand places it on the bar, taking the bill the customer hands over before turning back to the register and retrieving his change. When she hands it back to him, she shoots him a killer smile before turning her attention back to me.
”We get a mixture of customers in here, as you”ve already seen for yourself. Pretty much everyone orders human drinks, but we get the odd customer who may ask for bottled blood.”
Grabbing my hand, she pulls me past Diego and down to the other side of the bar. She opens the only fridge with frosted glass. Inside it are small bottles filled with red liquid. They look a little like the Starbucks frappuccino bottles you can get from the store, only it is definitely not coffee in them. Each bottle is labeled with a blood type. A small shudder runs through me, remembering the sachets of blood I saw in the bottom drawer of the fridge in the guys” apartment.
”Most vamps prefer to drink from the source whilst they are here. It”s one of the few places you can get away with, as long as they don”t drain the donor, that is.” She gives a small shrug. ”Just make sure you get the right bottle. We don”t want anyone pissed off you gave them AB instead of A positive.” The way she says it is so nonchalant. Like I”m just handing over a beer and not someone else”s blood.
After a quick rundown of how the bar and register works, Harley grabs me by the shoulders. She spins me around and pushes me towards the bar, where there”s already a crowd of customers waiting. It takes me a while to get back into the swing of things, but once I do, I”m serving drinks like a pro. Harley wasn”t wrong when she said most people order normal drinks, I”ve only had one so far who has asked for a bottle of blood. I can”t quite stop the grimace that flashes across my face as I push the bottle over the bar.
Sweet Child O” Mineblasts through the speakers and I sway my hips to the music as I continue serving drinks. As I”m finishing garnishing a few cocktails for a bachelorette party down the other end of the bar, I feel a hard body pressing against my back. I know instantly it”s Diego, his licorice scent flooding my nostrils. His fingers grasp my thighs, pulling me flush with him as my hips move to the music. His arousal brushes against my ass as I move.
”The things I want to do to you, Demi.” His voice whispers against my ear, and I drag in a deep breath.
I wonder if his list is anything like the things I want to do to him. He”s been the most forward out of the guys. He constantly touches me when we”re together and whispers dirty things in my ears, even though I can see the disapproving looks Jax throws our way. Bane has been sweeter, kissing my hair and holding my hand as we watch movies together. But Jax… I can see an intensity burning in his eyes as he looks at me when he thinks no one else is watching. I still haven”t figured out if it”s hatred or lust.
As I grind against Diego, I catch another set of eyes watching me on the other side of the bar. It”s the guy who bought the bottle of blood earlier. We didn”t exchange many words apart from his order, but he gave me a huge tip before he disappeared back into the crowd. He”s watching me now though, and my body freezes up. Pulling away from Diego, I rush to gather up the cocktails.
”Everything okay, Demi?” Diego”s eyes burn into me as I shoot him a smile.
”All good, just don”t want to piss off anyone off by letting their drinks get warm.” I throw him a wink before heading down to the bachelorette party. As I pass the bottled blood guy, he smiles at me, his fangs glinting in the light.
”Here you go, ladies.” I place the drinks down on the bar; one woman thrusts a fifty into my hand and I quickly grab her change.
Glancing around the bar, I look for someone else to serve, but the only person I see is the bottled blood guy. Looking down at the other end of the bar, I notice Diego and Harley are both busy with their own customers. Huffing out a breath, I approach him slowly.
”What can I get you?” I have to lean over the bar. No supernatural hearing for me makes it hard to hear people over the music.
”I”ll have the same again, please, sugar.” His words whisper across my ear, I don’t realize how close he has gotten until now. ”Unless you”re offering something warmer?”
His hand touches my forearm as his fingers wrap around my wrist. The claws on the tips of them press into my skin. Unlike when Diego and Bane touch me, this guy sets my nerves on edge.
”Not offering anything extra here, buddy. My blood is all mine, thanks.” I try to tug my arm away, but his grip is relentless.
”Shame, you smell like such a tasty treat. Your arousal is making me so hard.” His thumb rubs small circles on my wrist as he holds me tight. ”Are you sure I can”t interest you?”
”She said no!” That deep voice has my eyes darting past the guy in front of me.
Bane towers over the man. His hand grips the guy”s shoulder as he yanks him away from me. The sharp claws on the man”s fingertips rip into my skin as he”s pulled away, opening five gashes down my wrist. I gasp in shock as pain rips up my arm. A towel is thrown over my wrist as my eyes rise to meet Diego”s. The red rim around his eyes is back, and I can see his fangs pressing into his lower lip.
”Come on, we need to get you out of the main room.” With an arm around my shoulder, Diego drags me straight to the opening at the end of the bar.
Turning my head, I see Bane holding bottled blood guy by the throat. The guy”s legs are dangling at least two feet from the floor. But his eyes are on me, just like every other vampire in the bar. As soon as we hit the opening, Diego lifts me from the ground and speeds me away.
Everything’s a blur, and I squeeze my eyes shut to block it out. We suddenly stop moving, and a door slams closed. When Diego puts me down, my head is spinning. I”ve seen them move at their vampire speed before, but actually doing it is a whole other ball game. I try to look around the room he”s brought me to, but the way everything seems to move just makes me want to barf. The pain in my wrist hits me, and I place my hand over the towel.
My blood is already soaking through it. My blood... shit. My eyes cut to Diego”s, he”s taken several steps back from me already. His breathing is heavy as his chest rises and falls with his fangs on full display. I see his internal struggle, like he”s trying to hold himself back from me.
”Leave if you need to, Diego. I”ve got this. I”m a nurse, after all. I just need a first-aid kit.”
Those black and red eyes watch me as I hold the towel against my arm to staunch the flow of blood. Diego”s nostrils flare with each inhale, but he still doesn”t move. Maybe I can just find the kit on my own. Stepping closer to the door, I don”t even see him move. The next second, my back is pressed against the solid wood.
Diego leans toward me, his lips ghosting up my neck, sending shivers down my spine. His body is close, and I can feel his erection pushing against my belly. What is it with these guys? They make me a horny, wet mess with barely a touch. Pressing my thighs together, I can”t stop myself.
”Drink from me, Demi.” His words are barely a whisper against my ear. ”My blood will heal you.”
The thought should revolt me, but instead, I find myself giving Diego a small nod. He leans back, the lower half of his body still holding me against the door. His lips crease up into a wicked smile. Lifting his wrist to his mouth, he bites down into it with his fangs. When he pulls it away, his lips are tinged with his own blood.
Blood beads at the two puncture holes in his wrist, and I”m fascinated by it as they start to run down his skin. Without a second thought, I grab his arm and bring it to my mouth. Locking my lips over the holes, I drink from him. He tastes like heaven. The sweet honey undertones hit my tongue and I moan. When I first woke up after the attack, this is what I tasted. The lingering remnants of Diego”s blood. When I found out what it was originally, I wanted to be sick. But now as I swallow each mouthful, I don”t want to stop.
I can feel heat pooling in my belly, my body moving of its own accord as I writhe against Diego”s hard body. I need more; I need him inside me, fucking me into oblivion. Wrenching his wrist from my mouth, I feel his blood coating my lips. His eyes focus on me before he slams his mouth over mine, his tongue thrusting inside, and his erection rubbing against me.
Lifting me by my ass, I wrap my legs around him. My hands thread through his hair as I hold him close. Carrying me across the room, Diego drops me down on top of a crate against the wall. He pulls his lips from mine, and staring down at me, he grabs my skirt, pushing it up over my thighs. His hand cups me over my panties, and I rub against him, needing friction.
”Fuck, Demi!” Diego growls out. ”You”re so wet for me.”
Slipping his fingers inside my panties, he thrusts two of them inside me. My back arches up at the sudden invasion as I moan. His cock is straining against the denim covering his legs and I want him inside me. Diego”s free hand moves to his belt, pulling it open before popping the button on his jeans and lowering the zipper.
As his fingers continue to thrust into me, he pushes his jeans down his legs. His cock stands proud, nestled in the thatch of short hair and his piercings glitter in the light. The head of his cock is swollen and red, pre-cum beading at the tip. I lick my lips at the thought of how he tasted before.
Pulling his fingers from me, I moan at the loss. I”m so close to coming, I need him to end this exquisite torture. Fabric tears as he rips my panties from me, stuffing them in his back pocket. A wicked grin adorns his lips as he looks down at me whilst he fists his cock.
Leaning over me, he rubs his length through my juices. His piercing catches my swollen clit, causing my whole body to shudder. Bringing his lips to mine, we crash together. Our tongues fight as we taste each other. Rocking his hips against mine, he rubs his length through my slick folds, but he doesn”t enter me.
”Fuck Jax and his stupid fucking rules. You”re mine, Demi.”
Positioning the head of his cock at my entrance, I wrap my legs around his waist. All I need is for him to move, to thrust inside and fill me up.