I let the growl percolating in my throat come out full force. “I’ve got somewhere to be, and you’re blocking the fucking way.” I took another step toward him, and when he took one back, the stink of fear poured from him.
I let my smile slowly spread over my face. Never in my life had I felt so on edge, so violent and territorial. And fuck was that saying a hell of a lot, given the fact that I knew I was a fucked-in-the-head bastard.
“You can either move the fuck out of the way, or I can move you myself.”
He stepped aside, and I was moving again, taking the last hallway that led into the club. Before pushing the door open, I closed my eyes and breathed out, gathering all my fucking control. It wouldn’t do any good going out to a roomful of humans with my fangs fully out and my eyes glowing red.
When I gathered a semblance of what control I had, I was pushing the door open and inhaling deeply, sifting through the smells of the cattle all around me until I found hers.
That first scent of my female had my big body swaying, my heart beating painfully in my cold, dead chest.
I kept to the wall, to the shadows, although I didn’t give two shits who saw me stalking my female, I was trying to be a civilized fucking male and not just throw her over my shoulder and haul her back to my bedroom.
At the thought—the obscene images of claiming her—my body grew tighter, my cock harder, the length pressing against the zipper of my jeans painfully. I’d never been with a female, never touched one sexually, kissed one… made one mine between the sheets. I’d never had the urge. That was reserved for my Coveted One.
But I knew without a doubt when I fucked this human, when I had her underneath me, her body covered with my bite marks, instinctively I’d destroy her in the best fucking way that happened when soul mates came together.
I’d make her crave me as much as I craved her. I’d make her yearn for my touch, beg for my cock, and bare her neck to me so I could drink from her as I slid so deep between her thighs she’d always feel me right there long after I was gone.
I was growling, the music in the club masking the predatory sound rolling up from my chest and out of my mouth.
I was crazy with lust, a slave to my need. So this is what desire feels like. This was what searing hot, bone-deep arousal was. It was exhilarating as much as it was annoying, the lack of control not something I welcomed.
But still, I let those images move through my mind unobstructed.
Bruises on her inner thighs as I kept her legs open, puncture marks as I pierced her femoral artery and drank deeply as I finger fucked her, as her pussy sucked at the digits and she gave me all her honey.
I groaned as the scent of her became stronger, as I became more intoxicated with the smell, at the very thought of her.
My body jolted to a stop when I saw her across the way, her eyes closed, her arms over her head, elbows bent, and her fingers tangled in her hair as she swayed to the music.
Gods, she was a gorgeous thing, maybe average in height by human standards, but compared to me, she was tiny, breakable.
I felt a rush of heat settle in my groin at the thought of breaking her, of destroying her, ruining her for every other male on the planet.
Of course I’d never let her go. She was mine now, and no one would touch her, look at her, even think about her.
And as I greedily looked my fill of her body, all that pale skin on display, all I could picture was her covered in the marks my fangs would leave as I took everything from her, because she was, irrevocably, undeniably… mine.
3
Kayla
I’d taken a breather twenty minutes after Sasha whisked me to the center of the dance floor.
In that time I’d all but inhaled another cocktail and a glass of water. I was sweaty and hot, but I was having a blast with Sasha and, because of the effects of the alcohol, itching to continue to let reality fade away.
I leaned back against the bar and stared at all the gyrating bodies. Everyone looked like they were in this trance, a haze of bliss that made me want to be right back there.
I glanced over at Sasha and saw Salvatore lean in close to her ear and say something. She nodded, and he turned and left, and I watched as he made his way toward the back hallway.
Sasha mouthed, Bathroom, and gestured to where Salvatore had just disappeared to.