Page 28 of Undying Thirst
Asher reached overand around my hip to unclip the seat belt of the fancy car I could only dream about owning. I’d have to sell my soul to afford a vehicle of this caliber. I bit back a scoff. Some could argue I’d already sold my soul for money.
His arm brushed my boobs as he retracted his arm.
I gritted my teeth. I could do it myself, but he seemed determined to treat me like the Pet he kept calling me.
Asher’s face hovered near my nose. I could see every blond eyelash. His sweet scent enveloped me and as much as I tried to steel myself, my muscles relaxed. His blue eyes peered into mine and the barest flash of red leaked into the irises. I exhaled slowly through my nose, legs clenching together.
He retreated with his bow-like lips curved in a knowing smile. I verged on panting. I rubbed my temples with my fingertips and exhaled slowly. With my shoulders stiff, I shoved open my door, smacking Asher’s leg in the process.
“I was going to open that for you,” he said in an overly pleasant voice. “There was no need to dent her.” He crouched to look at the metal.
As I swung my legs out, the silk skirt rustled around my legs. I begrudgingly admitted that although Imogen didn’t have the best taste in colors, the dress flowed beautifully.
Jax appeared near my face, making me reel back a step until the bottom side lip of the car dug into my calf. His hands rested on the vehicle, corralling my head as he leaned into my face.
“Do try to run, human. You’re mine to kill if you attempt to escape.”
I gritted my teeth. If he was trying to taunt me, it wouldn’t work, I’d already decided to accept fate.
Jerking my chin up, I straightened. My movement forced him back a step, otherwise I would have ended up against him. And the precious vampire couldn’t be touching a dirty, traitorous human.
“Stop talking about it and do it already,” I said through gritted teeth. I wanted to sound angry and defiant, but ended up sounding exhausted.
Jax scoffed, and with him being so close, I had a straight shot of his already pointy canines extending into long, intimidating fangs.
“Enough, you two,” Asher drawled and captured my hand, pressing it into his curved arm. I scrunched the cotton of his loose long sleeved shirt. The top buttons gaped open to display his collar bone.
Meanwhile Ren’s wide shoulders were already smoothly heading through the parking garage.
Asher’s grip on my arm forced me after him. My heel’s click echoed on the cement until we exited the dimly lit garage and onto an inclined pathway.
I gripped the vampire tight as I kept up with his long stride. I was a little more than half their height, so I had to do some serious hoofing.
A woman in a black dress with the hem cutting off near her ass shuffling from foot to foot came into view. A few steps further and another girl stood a bit in front of her. Rounding the corner of the building, an entire line came into view.
Women and men dressed in skimpy night club outfits waited in the chilly night. We didn’t stop at the end of the line but kept forward until reaching the front.
An awning red light shined a reflection on the ground, the cursive letters blinking.
Crimson Nights
“Is this a club?” A bouncer met Ren’s eyes and slightly widened. He pressed a finger into his ear and the wire in his shirt wavered.
I couldn’t hear what he said, but he unclipped the felt rope opposite from the one he was allowing people through. No one waited on that side.
“Sire,” he inclined his head at Ren who only grunted.
Sire?
I blinked. What? Like a maker?
I didn’t take my eyes off the man as we passed him—his eyes held an intense aura to them. He looked like any normal guy one could come across in a grocery store, but his skin seemed too smooth—like he had no pores. I ignored the intrigued expressions of the female next to the male. She tilted her head down in an almost deferring motion as she moved to the side to let us pass.
Why were they staring at them like that? Even Asher hadn’t gotten looks like these when we went to Saphire Lounge. A few steps further and we crossed through a fluttering velvet curtain. And on the other side there was another . . . and then another. Red lighting lined the top side of the walls, offering just enough to see my way, which continued to be curtains. They blocked what lay ahead until we crossed a few more. A dull throb ofseductive music pulsed, becoming louder with each step. Then we were on the other side.
Black sconces lined the tops of the wall and reflected a low red glow toward the ceiling. Bodies writhed on the dance floor, so close that they practically fucked.
“Where’s Tobias?” Jax asked. He stood so close that I felt suffocated, smushed between them . . . and a little too aware. With the hand not clutching onto Asher for dear life, I gripped my skirt.
