Van Helsing Rising - Helen Scott Page 0,18

phrase for dismissal and depending on his tone can sound like encouragement or an insult. Today he just sounds tired.

I give him a fake salute and head toward the bar. Candy is calling my name, along with a few shots of vodka. When I get there, though, Candy’s sucking off Tiny and giving it everything she’s got as well.

Gunner’s already sliding a shot of vodka over the bar top to me, which I appreciate. I give him a nod of thanks before downing the shot and watching as he refills the glass. I down the second and he hands me a bottle of my favorite beer afterward. I snag it and make my way through the crowd, ignoring the sweet butt being fucked from both sides over the pool table, and sitting down with my team.

"Drives are open," I say quietly.

Dragon and Phoenix both cheers me with their own beers and I sit back in my seat. If they’re here then that means that Striker is guarding Dani, which is good. He won’t put up with any of her running away shit that Phoenix told us about.

My gaze scans the crowd at the bar. No one seems particularly hammered yet, but it’s still early. Anyone who isn't in the inner circle, isn't a Son of Helsing, is far enough away that I’m comfortable saying, "We need to get Dani to talk before Prez loses his shit. He seemed especially wound up tonight."

"You're the one with luck as a superpower. Go chat her up, big boy," Phoenix says with a wink.

"Please. What the fuck does luck have to do with anything when Dragon can make her come in her panties just by looking at her the right way? You two go talk to her. Bitches love twins anyway," I say before taking a long pull from my beer.

"Fuck that. Have you seen Daytona's tits tonight? I've got plans for them." Phoenix grins and nods toward where the sweet butt in question is sitting.

He’s right. The bikini top the sweet butt is wearing makes her tits look fucking magnificent. She catches me looking and gives me a little shimmy. I shake my head, though I smile. She isn't what I’m looking for tonight. If Candy is busy then Shelby is my girl. When I see her blonde head of hair, I call out to her. She stands and saunters over, swaying her hips for me as she gives me a heated look.

"Suck me off," I growl when she’s close enough.

She sinks to her knees between my legs and as her fingers work my pants open, I feel myself hardening. Her ass sticks out perfectly, exposing the tiny strip of red material that runs between her butt cheeks. I reach forward and spank her, making those sweet butt cheeks jiggle, and making her gasp right before she sucks me into her mouth.

I look down and her straw colored hair, which normally looks like spun gold to me, now looks too yellow. For some reason, I keep picturing someone with ashy blonde hair instead. She looks up at me and her blue eyes, which are intensified by colored contacts, aren't right either. I want something darker, eyes that glow with inner strength, not desperation.

Looking down at Shelby bobbing up and down on my cock makes me start to go soft so I tip my head back and imagine what I actually want, even though I know it can never happen. In my mind, it’s Dani's head between my thighs and her luscious lips wrapped around my cock. I bet she fucks like an angel, and though part of me longs to find out, it isn't a line I would or could cross. At least not until we know what the fuck is going on with her.

10

Dani

I’m freshly showered and someone left food for me. It’s a little embarrassing when I literally gobble up the food like a wild animal, then have one minute to feel satisfied before I feel sick. As I stumble to the toilet, I can’t help but think how unfair it is to be hungry for so long, then get sick from overeating.

Collapsing onto my knees, I hurl for a few minutes, then flush the toilet and wipe off my mouth. Shaking a little, I make my way to the soft bed and lie down, staring at the ceiling. My mind flashes back to the past like flipping the pages of a book.

I can picture my old room in the trailer