Passion And Fire (Passion #4) (2 page)

I brushed out my hair, reapplied my makeup and slipped into a gold dress, one of the costumes we had to choose from while we wandered around, trying to give the men a reason to stay in the club a bit longer. Each dancer had a wardrobe assigned to us with numerous dresses and shoes for us to choose from.

I smoothed the dress down over my body which fit like a second skin. Surprisingly it had a very modest neckline, nothing plunging so my boobs didn’t hang out which was nice, but the hem barely covered my ass and that could mean fending off drunken men for the next hour if I was unlucky. I stepped into matching shoes and I was ready to get out on the floor.

As I left the dressing room Danny turned up his expression impatient. “About fucking time. Where’s Melody and Amber? I’m not fucking paying you girls to sit in the dressing room painting your fucking nails or whatever the fuck you do in there. Get out on the floor and make me some money.”

I sighed, flashing him a wide smile which felt like it was going to split my face in two, as punishment for being so fake, as I brushed past him and out to the bar area. The thumping music getting louder as I drew nearer until finally I walked out into the semi darkened room with  the coloured lights flashing in time to the beat of the music.

Ignoring the first group of hopeful assholes, I walked straight to the bar to get my drink. We were allowed one drink between dances but I only ever drank water or some kind of soft drink. I needed to keep my guard up against men, and also to make sure I didn’t do anything stupid. I had the ability I’d been born with under control most of the time, but there was nothing worse than alcohol for making me lose control, and then anything could happen. Sometimes if I got the shits I would make things happen and that could be bad, that could be really bad. My biggest problem was, I wasn’t a redhead for nothing. I had a fiery temper if I got pissed off bad enough, and sometimes it didn’t take much to piss me off.

I worked fucking hard to keep myself under control because I couldn’t risk anyone finding out that I wasn’t altogether normal. No one understood what I was, and anything that couldn’t easily be explained seemed to worry most people. Life was easier to deal with if I pretended I was normal, or as normal as I pretended to be anyway. I didn’t want anyone to find out that I was a telekinetic and that I had the ability to move objects with my mind. If people didn’t think I was crazy, they’d nag me to death for a demonstration, and I wasn’t a fucking circus freak. I wasn’t going to put on a show just to entertain others. So I did my job; tried to keep out of trouble, and kept what I was, hidden.

Damien

Damien was bored; he was always bored these nights. Since his bro Lucian had gone and fallen in love, he’d become as boring as the rest of them with partners. That meant he didn’t want to come out hunting with him anymore. He had no one to pick up women with, that they could bring home and spend the night fucking. They’d done it for years and damn, they’d fucked some women, they’d dipped into hundreds of sweet cunts over the years but now nothing; no one for him to enjoy all the cunts with.

Fuck Lucian for becoming a one cunt man. Damned pussy he thought, then chuckled to himself over his choice of words.  Still one little skinny blonde female and Lucian forgot all about hunting, fucking and feeding. There was no more of them sharing a woman’s body, one with his dick up her ass and the other with his dick up her hot little cunt. That was all over because his little brother had gone and fallen in love. Well no fucking way was he ever going to fall in love and become pussy whipped.

He loved women, he really loved women, and no one appreciated a good woman as much as he did, but only for fucking and feeding from. He had no use for intellect since he wouldn’t be discussing the world economy with them, and he only found them irritating if they wanted to speak to him. Women and conversations; fuck that. They all had to be in touch with their feelings and had an overwhelming need to share those fucking feelings with everyone, including him sometimes. That was where being vampire came in handy; he’d mind control them which would shut them up, and then he could get on with the important stuff like fucking them and feeding from them.

“I’m getting out of here for a while.” He yelled at the others before heading out the front door of his sire’s home where most of them lived. He’d tried to get Lucian to join him since his little blonde human had dumped him three months ago but the damned fool still insisted on moping around wanting her back.

He decided to go to the strip club since he hadn’t been there in a while. It wasn’t exactly the place to go to pick up women since most of the clientele were men but there were some hot little asses working there. It wouldn’t be the first time that he’d spent the evening watching the dancers work their routines, swinging off that fucking pole and gyrating around, breasts swaying, lips pouting and making him hard with the way they looked like they were trying to fuck the damned pole. Shit, if they wanted a pole, he had one between his legs and he was more than happy to have them climb on board.

When he arrived at the club he stepped into the darkened bar, the pounding of the music surrounding him; the lights flashing and straight away he could see it must have been break time for the girls, since no one was on stage dancing.

He pushed inside and made his way through crowds of mostly men; a lot obviously drunk. Here and there the occasional woman or two stood amongst a group of men. It was obvious from their bored expressions that they were only there because they’d been dragged there. Damien eyed the women off as he passed through the crowd. Sometimes a bored woman was a horny woman. She could be easily persuaded to step outside with him and let him between her soft thighs. No such luck tonight; there wasn’t one amongst them that interested him.

He continued to push his way through the crowds, smelling the combined aromas of sweat, alcohol, vomit and blood. The sweet scent of blood came from every one of the potential food sources dancing, drinking and trying to score in the club tonight. They were men though and feeding off women was Damien’s preference. That was because they weren’t just a food source for him. He liked to fuck and feed from them. It was only if all else failed, that he’d drink from a man but it wouldn’t be quite the same since there’d be no fucking.

He might be a bit of an exhibitionist when it came to sex; he and Lucian fucked women together but never had he had even the slightest desire to fuck another man. He didn’t care if his wasn’t the only bare cock in the room. He didn’t care about feeling another cock sliding along beside his, but only when there was that wall of internal flesh separating his cock from the other one like there was when he was up some sweet thing’s ass or cunt and the other cock was up the hole he wasn’t filling.

Finally he made his way through the crowd and was about to sit down at a table close to the stage when he saw her. It was her hair that first got his attention. Damn, it was magnificent; red, flaming red, cascading down her back nearly to her waist in a tangle of curls. It was full; framing her face like a lion’s mane. It was incredible; she had so much fucking hair and immediately, all he could think about, was what it would be like to have it wrapped around his cock.

He watched her walk through the club, her expression tense although she shot quick smiles at men as she passed by them, but he could see they were merely a curve of her lips and a flash of her teeth. There was nothing genuine about her smiles at all, and that made him smile to himself.

Her demeanour made him curious, and he couldn’t take his eyes off her, as she made her way through the club. As she drew closer to him, he studied her features and this time he grinned. Her hair was amazing and had drawn his attention, but she hadn’t been close enough for him to see her face properly but now he could, and fuck, she was stunning.

She had a beautiful heart shaped face, high cheekbones and dimples that flashed briefly, with each fake smile she threw at the men who swarmed around her, like bees to a honey pot. It was blatantly obvious that they were just as keen to get between her thighs as he suddenly was. He couldn’t quite make out her eye colour yet, since she was constantly turning her head from side to side, acknowledging the men who seemed to gravitate towards her.

There was a brief flurry of activity when a man lunged, grabbing at her. Instantly her expression changed; frustration and disgust flashing across her stunning features. As if appearing from thin air a glass flew over the heads of the crowd, smashing into the temple of the moron who had tried to touch her, and he fell back in shock.

Damien frowned slightly over the glass and where it had come from, but he wasn’t interested in overthinking it, not when it registered with him, that this was his chance to make a move and get closer to the flaming haired beauty. Stepping forward, he began to push his way through the crowds until he was in front of her. He took her elbow which resulted in her irritated gaze lifting to his and he finally got his first look into her eyes. Holy fucking hell, they were the most intense green he’d ever seen before, green like the emerald stone. His eyes had been described as emerald green but they weren’t as brilliant as hers. He’d never seen anything like the colour of her eyes, not in all the years he’d been vampire. Right now they were open wide as she stared up at him before she tried to snatch her arm free of his grip.

“Keep still, I’m trying to get you away from them. They’re a bunch of jerks and that one who grabbed you is only one of them.” He told her and although she still looked unimpressed, she reluctantly allowed him to steer her through the crowd until he found them a relatively quiet spot to one side of the stage. Of course with the music playing, no area in the fucking club was quiet but at least he’d managed to get her alone and had his first chance to really look at her.

She was tall, even allowing for the five inch heels she was wearing. The top of her bright head came to just above his chin, and he was fairly tall at six foot two. Unable to control his eyes, they moved down the front of her from her breasts and oh what fan..fucking..tastic breasts they were. Not too large but certainly ample enough to push generously against the front of her skin tight gold dress. Fuck he wanted to see them without the constraints of a bra or her dress and hold them in his hands. They’d be a challenge for him, more than likely spilling out through his fingers, just a little at least but fuck it he’d give it a damn good go.

Her stomach was flat but she wasn’t tiny. This woman worked out since she had muscles, enough that he could see them beneath her dress. Her ass was tight and he wanted to sink his teeth into it. For the first time in a long time, he felt the tingle which signalled the descent of his fangs and like a school boy who couldn’t control his dick, he had to fight to keep them from lowering and revealing what he was; right here, right now, in the fucking club. He finally got himself under control and continued his way down her body, enjoying the visual feast that she was.

Fuck those legs of hers had him suddenly so hard he could use his cock like a cop used a baton. Damned thing would knock someone out if he hit them with it. Her legs were long, incredibly long and so fucking fine. His reaction to them surprised him a little. He’d never been so turned on by a pair of legs in his life. It was usually what was hidden between them that turned him on. Her thighs looked quite firm and just looking at them had him thinking of what she could do to him; his head filled with images of those thighs gripping his hips hard as he pounded into her. She had the most beautiful shaped calves too, which the heels helped enhance and show off to perfection.

As he stared at them, he couldn’t shake the images flooding his mind of her with those legs wrapped around him or folded back either side of her head as he fucked her. He’d settle for them any way he could, just as long as he was between them.

By the time he finally raised his eyes to hers again she was glaring at him. “Seen enough? I thought the fact you’d tried to help me meant you weren’t just another sleaze ball like nearly every other fucking man in this place but no, you’re just a more gallant fucking sleaze ball who goes about it more subtly.”

Damien looked at her and grinned. Fuck, she was perfect; smart mouthed, sassy and she had a filthy mouth on her. He was instantly and madly in lust. He wanted her, fuck he really wanted her. She wasn’t like the usual brainless bimbos he took home. No this one had a sharp mind and she had him going. He wanted her badly and he wanted her now. No way was she going to come quietly with him though, and it excited the fuck out of him that she wasn’t falling all over him like he was used to.

It would be fun to play with this one; she was fiery. It was rare for a woman to deny him but in the end he always got the girl; just one of the perks of being vampire. No matter how much she might be flashing those gorgeous eyes at him now like she hated him, in the end, he’d win. He’d simply mind control her, fuck her and walk away.  

Yet as he stared down at her angry face, a frisson of something passed through him, causing a moment of uneasiness. He wasn’t sure what caused it, but he shook his head to shake off the feeling, all the same.  

Flame

I stared up into the face of my rescuer, who turned out to be just a smoother version of the fuckwits who thought it was ok to grope me, when I worked the floor.

He was a good looking bastard, I’d give him that much; tall, slightly too long brown hair, cut in that style that looked like he’d just crawled out of bed. Chances were it had probably taken him a couple of hours to perfect the look in front of his bathroom mirror before he’d come to the club.