Oliver's Hunger
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“It doesn’t matter,” she replied and combed her hand through his hair.
“It does.” And he would find a way for them to climax together, even if it was the last thing he did. “Later.” Right after he’d had his fill of blood. “Let’s go home now.”
Her eyes looked at him questioningly. “Home?”
“Yes, my home.”
“What are you gonna do about the wallet?”
“Don’t worry. I’ll find the guy.”
“Promise me you won’t tell your colleagues about my blood. They can’t find out,” she begged.
How he could keep the information from his colleagues forever, he wasn’t sure. Eventually, he would have to tell them what was going on—particularly if the man whom the wallet belonged to confirmed that Ursula’s blood was a drug to vampires.
“Please.”
Oliver nodded, unable to disappoint her. “I promise.”
20
The nightclub was packed, and the music was blaring. Cain squeezed through the crowd, making a path for himself just as Zane and Amaury did, all the while scanning the throng of people for vampires.
“I don’t see anything wrong,” he yelled to get Zane’s attention.
His boss turned. “The club has three floors and a few private rooms.”
Cain nodded.
“Thomas and a few of our guards should be here already,” Zane added. “But I don’t see them. Amaury and I will go up a story. It looks quiet down here, but nevertheless, check all the rooms on this floor, then follow us if you don’t find anything.”
Cain grudgingly complied and watched them head for the stairs. It didn’t appear that any fight was happening on this floor, and he would much rather join in whatever action was taking place farther up in the building.
“Fuck it,” he cursed. With efficiency, he scanned the dance floor, noticing nothing out of place. Just a mass of people writhing against each other to a monotonous techno rhythm.
He pushed past the sweating bodies, ignoring the scent of heated blood that was more intense whenever a human’s body was hot from exercise or dancing. An array of disparate perfumes mixed in the air-conditioned air of the club, but the air conditioning couldn’t keep up with recycling the used air. The scent of alcohol mingled with it. The clubbers were drinking while dancing, spilling half their drinks on the floor.
Cain scanned the bar that lined the wall beyond the dance floor. Three bartenders were busy serving the never-ending thirst of their clients. Still, he saw nothing out of the ordinary. He was about to move on when his eyes were drawn to a man who pressed a young woman against him. Not a man—a vampire, as his aura suggested. Cain zoomed in, but there was nothing wild or uncontrolled about the other vampire’s behavior.
Making his way through the crowd, Cain headed for the bar, wanting to take a closer look to make sure the woman wasn’t in distress. He chose an angle of approach from which the other vampire couldn’t see him, even though he was aware that the vampire would sense him.
When Cain was close enough to listen in on their conversation, he stopped and watched.
The woman was in her early twenties, pretty, and endowed with a set of boobs any Hollywood starlet would be envious of. Her hand was on the vampire’s jeans-encased ass, and she was clearly pressing him against her—admittedly very enticing—body.
Cain heard the vampire groan. “Sugar, you keep on doing that, I’m gonna have to take you right here.”
She giggled. “Well maybe then we should get out of here.”
He sunk his head to her neck. Cain went on alert. Would he bite her in full view of several hundreds of human witnesses? Cain’s legs moved of their own volition, bringing him closer to the unknown vampire.
Suddenly, the vampire lifted his head from the girl’s neck and turned to stare at Cain. Cain’s eyes instantly honed in on the woman’s skin, but it was unblemished. Then he met the other vampire’s stare.
The stranger nodded briefly, letting Cain know that he’d seen him and knew that he was a vampire. Then he turned to the woman in his arms.
“I think it’s past your bedtime,” he said to her, making no effort to lower his voice.
Cain turned away. Clearly, the vampire was in possession of all his faculties, nothing crazy about him. That he wanted to take a human woman to bed was none of Cain’s business, particularly since it appeared that the woman consented wholeheartedly.
“Have fun,” Cain murmured, knowing that the other vampire would be able to hear him.
“It does.” And he would find a way for them to climax together, even if it was the last thing he did. “Later.” Right after he’d had his fill of blood. “Let’s go home now.”
Her eyes looked at him questioningly. “Home?”
“Yes, my home.”
“What are you gonna do about the wallet?”
“Don’t worry. I’ll find the guy.”
“Promise me you won’t tell your colleagues about my blood. They can’t find out,” she begged.
How he could keep the information from his colleagues forever, he wasn’t sure. Eventually, he would have to tell them what was going on—particularly if the man whom the wallet belonged to confirmed that Ursula’s blood was a drug to vampires.
“Please.”
Oliver nodded, unable to disappoint her. “I promise.”
20
The nightclub was packed, and the music was blaring. Cain squeezed through the crowd, making a path for himself just as Zane and Amaury did, all the while scanning the throng of people for vampires.
“I don’t see anything wrong,” he yelled to get Zane’s attention.
His boss turned. “The club has three floors and a few private rooms.”
Cain nodded.
“Thomas and a few of our guards should be here already,” Zane added. “But I don’t see them. Amaury and I will go up a story. It looks quiet down here, but nevertheless, check all the rooms on this floor, then follow us if you don’t find anything.”
Cain grudgingly complied and watched them head for the stairs. It didn’t appear that any fight was happening on this floor, and he would much rather join in whatever action was taking place farther up in the building.
“Fuck it,” he cursed. With efficiency, he scanned the dance floor, noticing nothing out of place. Just a mass of people writhing against each other to a monotonous techno rhythm.
He pushed past the sweating bodies, ignoring the scent of heated blood that was more intense whenever a human’s body was hot from exercise or dancing. An array of disparate perfumes mixed in the air-conditioned air of the club, but the air conditioning couldn’t keep up with recycling the used air. The scent of alcohol mingled with it. The clubbers were drinking while dancing, spilling half their drinks on the floor.
Cain scanned the bar that lined the wall beyond the dance floor. Three bartenders were busy serving the never-ending thirst of their clients. Still, he saw nothing out of the ordinary. He was about to move on when his eyes were drawn to a man who pressed a young woman against him. Not a man—a vampire, as his aura suggested. Cain zoomed in, but there was nothing wild or uncontrolled about the other vampire’s behavior.
Making his way through the crowd, Cain headed for the bar, wanting to take a closer look to make sure the woman wasn’t in distress. He chose an angle of approach from which the other vampire couldn’t see him, even though he was aware that the vampire would sense him.
When Cain was close enough to listen in on their conversation, he stopped and watched.
The woman was in her early twenties, pretty, and endowed with a set of boobs any Hollywood starlet would be envious of. Her hand was on the vampire’s jeans-encased ass, and she was clearly pressing him against her—admittedly very enticing—body.
Cain heard the vampire groan. “Sugar, you keep on doing that, I’m gonna have to take you right here.”
She giggled. “Well maybe then we should get out of here.”
He sunk his head to her neck. Cain went on alert. Would he bite her in full view of several hundreds of human witnesses? Cain’s legs moved of their own volition, bringing him closer to the unknown vampire.
Suddenly, the vampire lifted his head from the girl’s neck and turned to stare at Cain. Cain’s eyes instantly honed in on the woman’s skin, but it was unblemished. Then he met the other vampire’s stare.
The stranger nodded briefly, letting Cain know that he’d seen him and knew that he was a vampire. Then he turned to the woman in his arms.
“I think it’s past your bedtime,” he said to her, making no effort to lower his voice.
Cain turned away. Clearly, the vampire was in possession of all his faculties, nothing crazy about him. That he wanted to take a human woman to bed was none of Cain’s business, particularly since it appeared that the woman consented wholeheartedly.
“Have fun,” Cain murmured, knowing that the other vampire would be able to hear him.
