Chapter 13
I sip on my drink as I watch the club fill up with beings of all types. It is getting closer to the full moon, so when that happens, the clubs fill up pretty fast with Weres looking for a good time. It is like a once a month party that everyone is invited to. The day before and the day after the full moon, Blixen is usually full to capacity with a line to get in. On those two days every month, Blixen only opens the club to non-humans only. Weres can get somewhat rowdy, lose control or shift when it is close to the full moon. So for their safety and our secrecy, humans are turned away at the door by a vampire only remembering good times and the desire to return another day.
Everyone believes and treats me like a vampire so I rarely have problems convincing people I am just that. My looks have changed slightly over the years since I first started coming to Blixen when I was about 19. I explain the slight changes by stating I’ve had work done to my body to make me look older. Since this is common among younger vampires, no one questions my slight changes in appearance.
When I am in the club to party, I usually pick a club name. When I am hustling, trying to get a rich man to part with some of their money for a chance to have me on their arms for the evening, I usually go by Jessica because it is such a typically ‘airhead’ name. In addition, if someone is looking for me, it is easier for the bartender or bouncers to know the name of the woman the man is asking for.
Searching the room for some of the other regulars, I find Sasha and Lainie on the dance floor chatting it up with a couple of wolves.
Sasha is a six foot, pale, voluptuous vampire. She’s a natural redhead with moss green eyes and collagen filled lips. She is also very popular with the politicians that come in looking for someone exotic to hang on their arm. Into pain and bondage, if she is not hanging off some politician’s arm, she is usually hanging from chains in the black room upstairs.
Lainie is a werewolf, at least half a foot shorter than Sasha’s towering height. Her medium brown hair and hazel brown eyes is popular with the Weres and Shape-shifters. Most of her physical features are average, but her personality and skill at flirting makes her one of the most popular of the regulars.
A few minutes later, I make eye contact with Adam, a.k.a. Adonis. He’s a 6’4”, blonde Shape-shifter with a body of a god. Women schedule time to hang on his arm weeks in advance. By far, he is the most popular of the four regulars here tonight. He catches my gaze and winks at me.
I smile and wink back at him, keeping my distance. With as many women hanging all over him, I don’t bother trying to talk to him while he’s hustling. The women only get more jealous if they see him paying attention to another woman.
After I finish my drink, I make my way back to the bar. As I am waiting for Mack to finish making my drink, I feel a powerful wash of energy roll up and down my spine, creating tiny electrical sparks that make the hair on my neck stand on end. I put a lustful smile and turn around to see Samuel, the local Alpha werewolf, standing directly in front of me with a grin on his face from ear to ear.
“Samuel.” I say seductively.
Samuel is 6’3” tall with muscles in all the right places. He has a European face but his eyes and accent makes me think of places more exotic like Spain or Portugal.
This is definitely a big, bad wolf I would not mind letting eat me.
He wraps those long arms around my body, nearly swallowing my size 6, 5’8” body as he presses his lips forcefully to mine, smashing my large breasts against his chiseled chest. I respond to his kiss with equal enthusiasm while my hands make their way up his rock hard body to settle around his neck.
“Hello Jess.” He says which sounds more like “ello yes.”
Who cares if I can barely understand him? When a body looks that good in front of me, talking is the last thing on my mind.
Samuel is the type of werewolf everyone wants to sleep with or even date, but no respectable woman would take him home to meet her parents.
I guess there is another advantage to being alone. No one can complain about who I am with, why I am with him or complain about what we are doing.
Samuel pulls me towards the dance floor and I let him. We start dancing to the beat of the music. Everyone else seems to melt away. It is as if we have the dance floor to ourselves. He pulls me flush against him and I can feel his readiness against my stomach. My hands glide up his sculptured arms then down his tight chest. My leather micro skirt starts to ride up my thighs and bunch around my waist, exposing my expensive black lace g-string panties to everyone around us on the dance floor. Samuel’s strong hands slide down my waist to my thighs and he cups my buttocks, squeezing them and pushing me even closer to his hard erection.
After several longer, more passionate kisses later, his mouth moves to my ear and he whispers to me. “Want to go upstairs?”
I nod my approval to his suggestion and he releases me from his tight grip. I pull down and straighten my skirt, which was around my waist, and follow him to the back of the club.
Once there, he speaks to Link, the vampire currently in charge of the private rooms, and receives a key.
Samuel guides me to the last room on the right at the end of the hallway, the vanilla room. He inserts the key, unlocks the door and ushers me inside. He locks the door as I take a quick inventory of the room.
A mirror covers the full length of the opposite wall. There is a king size bed in the middle of the room and a small couch off the side. Two end tables with bowls full of condoms complete the furniture in the room.
Samuel removes the button down shirt he is wearing and lays it gently on the couch. He unbuttons his pants before finally pulling me into his arms for a breathtaking kiss. He works at the buttons on my blouse as he kisses down my neck, sending goose bumps down my spine. He shimmies me out of my blouse expertly and lowers me to the bed. He raises my micro skirt again to my waist exposing the expensive matching bra and panty set. His tongue starts its way down my body, starting at my ear. He works his way down my neck and chest until he reaches the top of my bra.
Samuel mutters. “Very nice.”
His hands are exploring my body as thoroughly as his tongue is. I moan in delight. He flips me over onto my stomach then pulls my hips back towards him. My round backside fits snuggly against his crotch. I can feel his roughened hands rubbing up and down my back, following the kisses he is planting up and down my spine. Goose bumps break out all over my body as his warm breath dries the wetness from his kisses.
He unlatches my bra and lets it slowly fall down my shaky arms revealing my full breasts. My nipples barely brush the smooth satin coverings on the bed; hardening them and making me squirm with desire. I can feel his tongue running over my back, carving the outline of my shoulder blades and the contour of my spine, down to my buttocks. My breathing gets shallow as his tongue glides along the top of my g-string, occasionally dipping into the valley between my butt cheeks. He captures the g-string between his teeth and pulls my panties lower down my legs, careful not to pull them low enough to expose myself to him. He continues his exploration of my body with his tongue finding its way all over my backside. My heart is pounding and I am soaking wet with need. Finally, he pulls my panties down to my knees then pushes me flat against the bed. He eases my expensive panties down my legs before he tosses them aside.
How courteous for him not to rip off my expensive panties. Although… I wouldn’t have minded if he did.
His eyes darken with need, as most Weres’ eyes do when they are aroused. He lifts me back onto my hands and knees in the middle of the bed, and then plunges his face directly into my wetness. I gasp in surprise then moan in pleasure as his tongue begins exploring and tasting me. I can feel the growl low in his throat on my clitoris. The vibration of his growl plus the rough pressure of his tongue is enough to send me spiraling to my orgasm. My body bucks against his face, slamming his tongue deeper and deeper inside of me.
The rolls of my orgasm finally begin to subside. As my breathing returns to a more normal rhythm, he climbs from his knees beside the bed and walks around the bed to stand in front of me.
He unzips his pants, which allows his straining erection to pop free. He grabs me tightly at the back of my neck and pulls me close for a passionate and sloppy kiss. I can taste my juices on his lips and tongue. He groans and pulls back from the kiss and guides my head towards his crotch.
I kiss my way down his body. Digging my nails into his chest, I drag my nails down his body leaving deep nail marks along the way. He hisses in painful arousal. His manliness bounces in excitement. I kiss the end of his erection before wrapping my fingers around the base, cupping his balls in my other hand. He watches me as my tongue runs over the vein on the underside of his shaft. I extend my fangs and carefully, brush them against his soft and velvety skin. I use the sharp point from one of my fangs to cut a small line along the length of his dick. I reluctantly retract my fangs and run my tongue over the fresh blood on his length. My mouth covers the head as I pull him into my mouth. I increase my suction of him, swallowing the blood in my mouth, as my left hand teases his balls. My right hand is working up and down his shaft as his body heals the wound I created. Samuel throws his head back and howls as he releases his orgasm into my mouth.
After he takes a couple of deep breaths, he grabs me roughly by the legs and flips me onto my back. I let out a girlie yelp of surprise before he climbs on top of me, kissing down my body.
I reach out to the nearby bowl of condoms, grabbing a handful of them. He stands so he can push his pants the rest of the way down and step out of them. I have a condom prepared for him before he makes it back onto the bed.
Slightly confused he raises an eyebrow in question. “Why do you insist we always need a condom? Neither of us needs to worry about diseases. It feels better without, so why use a condom?”
Not sure what excuse to use, I sit up defiantly. “Either you wear the condom or this rendezvous is over.” I did not really want it to be over, but I can’t risk getting pregnant by anyone or anything.
“Okay, relax. It’s no big deal. I’ll wear the condom.”
I give him an apologetic but firm look before sliding the condom on his dick for him. The brief interruption does not hinder his sex drive at all so we pick up right where we left off.
He raises my knees to my chest and guides his well-sized and very thick hardness inside of me in one fluid motion. He uses long, slow strokes to work in and out of me at first. My moans become louder and louder the deeper he pushes into me. He spreads my legs wide, looking down at where we join, he watches himself pound inside of me until his rhythm begins to falter. He pulls out of me quickly and climbs off the bed. Pulling gently on my hand, he guides me to the mirrors on the wall closest to us. He turns me towards the mirror then stands behind me.
“Watch me.” He demands while locking eyes on my body in the mirror.
He slides into me from behind and my hands fall onto the mirror in front of me to keep me from falling into it. We both watch each other, as his body slams into me hard. He thrusts into me deeper with every stroke. His hands roam up and down my body, caressing and squeezing my ample breasts as we continue to rock against each other. Both of our breathing seems to be getting closer to panting. My nipples are on fire from the pressure of his pinches and I am at the edge of my release. He howls his release as his rhythm changes and slams into me hard, triggering my release.
We walk the few steps backwards and collapse onto the bed, waiting for our breath or voices to return to us. I recover first, making my way to the en suite bathroom to clean up. As I am showering in the large stall, I hear Samuel enter the bathroom still undressed. I finish up quickly, climb out of the shower, kiss him on the cheek, and grab the towel on the rack next to him. He pulls me against him, kissing me back more passionately then releases me so he can take his shower.
Within fifteen minutes, we are both dressed and ready to return downstairs. He slides a small wad of large bills inside my bra and kisses me on the cheek before we leave the room. We are walking down the hallway and pause long enough for Samuel to return the key to Link waiting at the end of the hall. Samuel puts his long arm over my shoulder as we walk to the bar together. Mack gives us our drinks and we sit at Samuel’s reserved table in the VIP section near the dance floor. We laugh, talk, dance and make out for a little while longer. Receiving the uncomplicated sex he came to the club for, Samuel thanks me again before leaving the club for the night.
Chapter 14
I decide to return to the bar for another drink. As I am glancing around the room, I notice an extremely good-looking, well-dressed man near the entrance of the club, standing at the top of the stairs. My eyes follow his movement as he crosses the room and sits at the table near the back of the club close to the VIP section. His eyes skim the crowd until his gaze locks with mine. The man nods in acknowledgement and I smile back at him. I give him my back and turn back towards the bar, sipping on the drink Mack prepared for me.
Lainie appears at my side and bumps her hip against mine. “Hey girl, how are things going? I saw you disappear upstairs to the private rooms with Samuel, so spill.”
We sit near the bar and gossip about my encounter with Samuel nursing our drinks. Occasionally glancing over my shoulder, I notice the handsome man discretely watching us when he thinks we are not paying attention. Ignoring his glances, I finish talking to Lainie about my encounter with Samuel. After some more idle talk, I ask her if she knows anything about the gorgeous man that keeps glancing our way.