boots, the giant chandeliers almost scraping along my head as I walk through the bar. Everything here screams money—more money than sense. They blow through it as easily as they blow their loads here. Just another fucking human bar, another fucking night.
Another fucking hunt.
Boredom sets in as I wind my way through the patrons. Eyes automatically go to me, women and men alike. Some call out, trying to get my attention, but I ignore them. I’m used to it. I know what I look like. To humans, I’m utter perfection, beautiful. Hell, even among supes I am, but all that beauty hides a deadly, black soul searching for its next kill. The next blood, the next rush.
It hides the rejected creature I am. Not even my beauty could outweigh my heritage.
Even fucking doesn’t bring me as much joy as killing does any longer. It’s the only time I feel that sweet release of adrenaline, when I feel challenged, tested, providing a minor interruption in this monotone life, but I want fucking technicolour.
I approach the bouncers and lean around them, smirking when I see my mark—a wolf, if my nose is correct. They smell like wet dogs no matter what. His bushy beard is unkempt, and his chest hair is on display in his open shirt. His pants are unbuckled as the waitress pushes her hand inside them, clearly jerking him off, even though she has a bored expression on her face. The one to his left is stroking his chest, exchanging looks with the other girl. Neither want him, but they are paid to pretend like they do.
I don’t blame them, since the wolf is an ugly fucker. He has dark, small squinty eyes, which he shuts before leaning his head back. Wolves should be slim, athletic, it’s just how their bodies are built, yet this one is fat. He has a beer belly, a double chin, and a pimpled face, even at his age. His long hair is matted slovenly, his fingernails long and yellow. I can almost taste the disgust of the girls touching him.
Works for me.
“I’m the new girl, the boss wants me to pay special attention to our best customer.” I grin, glancing back at the bouncers. They exchange a look. They are both big bastards, huge compared to me, but I could easily take them. They are only human. Most bouncers tend to be supes of some kind, though humans don’t know that. They aren’t too bright, but they provide good muscle, however these ones are just plain old humans.
“Come on, boys, it’s my first night, don’t get me in trouble,” I beg, pouting my bottom lip.
The one on the left swallows and runs his eyes down my body before he steps to the side and unclips the rope. “Sure thing,” he rumbles, his voice thick with a Russian accent. Hired thug no doubt.
“Appreciate it,” I purr as I stroll past him.
Rolling my eyes at the wolf who’s now grunting, I jerk my head at the girls. “He’s mine,” I tell them.
They share a look but jump to their feet as fast as they can, happy to let me deal with him as they rush past. He opens his eyes in anger, his arms spread on the back of the booth behind him.
“What the fuck? Did I—” He stops, his eyes locking on me.
I grin teasingly as I run my finger down my cleavage, and he tracks the movement. “Boss thought you might want something…special,” I coo as I flick open my button. The jacket gapes, exposing my breasts, and he gulps.
“Fuck yes, this is VIP service,” he growls. “Get your sexy ass over here.”
I sway my hips as I saunter forward. Stopping before him, I climb onto his lap, bracing a knee on each side of his meaty thighs, and avoid his hard cock, which is half hanging out of his pants. His big, brawny hands automatically grasp my breasts, squeezing hard and playing. His gaze remains focused on them, his tongue caught between his teeth. Rolling my eyes at how easy this is, I lean into his touch with a fake moan. Didn’t his momma ever teach him not to touch what isn’t his? Not to worry, I will.
“Yes, like that,” I purr, hiding my disgust at having his slimy hands all over me. I’ll have to replace the feeling later with something better. I slide my hand up to my hair and yank out the chopsticks, letting my silky locks tumble around