Page 2 of Fighting Fate (Monsters of London #4)

Vince

Even if there is something going on with Kieran and his flatmate, Sam, I’m glad we’ve come out with them tonight. I’d had nothing planned until Carey called yesterday and asked if I wanted to come to Bite.

I’ve never been here before. Fuck knows why because it’s packed to the brim with the hottest people I’ve ever seen, and for a not-specifically-gay club, it seems surprisingly queer-friendly.

Especially considering the looks of some of these guys. Don’t judge a book by its cover, sure. I know that better than anyone, but still… I’m surrounded by massive guys I’d be wary of on the street. But for the most part, the people in here seem pretty chill, which is enough to take my mind off the fact that Kieran is clearly on edge.

I don’t know how to ask him about it. We’re not not friends, but I can’t pretend we’re close.

Not that I think he’s close with anyone. Except Sam, maybe, who’s disappeared somewhere into the crowd as we dance.

Kieran sticks close. He’s dancing, but his eyes dart around the crowd as though he’s looking for someone. I exchange a glance with Carey, and she shrugs.

Selfishly, there’s another reason I’m glad he showed. I’d feel bad leaving Carey, but I don’t know what kind of a time she’s out to have and now that I’ve seen the absolute plethora of gorgeous specimens here… Well, I want to get laid. Obviously.

Don’t have to feel bad if there’s someone here looking out for her.

I’m almost certain she can read my mind, too, because the next time she meets my gaze, she pointedly rolls her eyes. I grin and lean over to her.

“Don’t mind if I wander off, do you?”

“Slut,” she shouts back, laughing, and I laugh with her.

It’s not a word that bothers me. Anyone trying to use it as an insult just doesn’t know how to have fun.

We dance some more, and I’ve already had a couple of drinks, some shots, but I’m not a small guy, and I’m definitely not even close to being drunk. No. I’m clear-headed as I scope out the crowd, looking for…

Well, not my prey. Man or woman or whatever else, most of the dancers in here look like they’d eat me alive.

Sounds perfect.

Kieran suddenly stiffens next to us, and I lean past him, wondering what has him on edge.

Oh, Jesus. My eyes land on the sexiest man I’ve ever seen, and he looks like he’s not even trying. He’s big and powerful-looking, messy dark hair falling around his pretty face. He winks at Kieran, and his expression tightens in disappointment when Kieran turns away from him.

I’m not about to let this opportunity slip through my fingers. I laugh and lean closer to Kieran so he can hear me. “Well, if you’re not gonna…”

I scoot out of the little group we’ve made and approach the dejected man. I’d say he shouldn’t be, but hell, I’ve got eyes, and if I wasn’t working with Kieran, I might have tried harder to fuck him.

“Hey,” I say to the man. His head shoots up, and when I smile, he returns it. He’s got a sweet smile, something so earnest about it. “I’m Vince.”

I have to lean up to shout it in his ear and fuck me, he’s tall. I’m six feet, and he’s got another half a foot on me, at least. When I wobble, I grab his arm, biting back a groan at the feel of his hot skin beneath my hand.

Fuck, his arms are huge, too. Muscle flexes under my palm, and I don’t realise I’ve spoken aloud until the man laughs in response.

“Sorry!” I let go. “I shouldn’t just—I didn’t think… Sorry.”

“No, I—” The man takes the hand I’m pulling back and lets out a short breath. “I’m Dax.”

Promising. I grin again. “Wanna dance, Dax? Or were you only interested in my friend?”

That might be it, after all. Kieran and I don’t look dissimilar—we both work out enough to be considered muscular, both have dark hair—but he might have a very specific type.

“Yeah.” He shakes his head. “I mean, no. I mean…”

Fuck me. He’s actually adorable, isn’t he? I tighten the grip I have on his hand and his other falls to my hip, pulling me closer. When I lean up this time, I can feel his hot breath on my mouth. “Come on, Dax,” I say. “Let’s dance.”

He falls right into it, hips rolling against mine as he tugs me closer still. I let go of his hand to run my fingers up a huge bicep, then over his shoulder. He’s wearing a tight black T-shirt, and I wonder if it’s old or expensive because it’s so, so soft.

Dax’s hand moves from my hip to my lower back, and I don’t bother telling him to move it back. Why would I? He’s already so attentive, matching my every move, and if how he dances relates in any way to how he fucks…

A delicious shiver runs down my spine. I’m in for one hell of a night.

Just the one, though. Always just the one. I’m not looking for a relationship, or a situationship, or a whatever-the-fuck-else. There’s enough going on in my life that I don’t need one.

Dax leans down so his lips are against my ear. “Did you want another drink?”

Do I? I tip my head back to look at him again, pleased by the way his gaze moves from my mouth to my throat and then back to my eyes. I’m wearing a sheer black shirt, but he’s careful not to look too low, which, considering all the things I’m already thinking about doing to him, is sweet and vaguely amusing.

“No.” I roll my hips deliberately against his. Dax’s fingers flex against my back. “There’s something else I want, though.”

I look, very purposefully, at his mouth. Dax licks his lips.

“Y-yeah.”

I grin and push up again him, slotting our lips together. Dax meets me stroke for stroke, not pushing but not giving in, either. I slide a hand around the back of his neck, then up into his hair. It’s dark and soft and a little on the shaggy side, but it suits him. Dax gasps when I lick over the seam of his mouth, and my tongue slides inside as I try to steal his every breath.

Big arms come around me, and though I know he’s bigger than me—hell, big enough to snap me in two with ease—I don’t feel like I’m in danger. No. Instead, I feel sheltered, protected, even though we’re making out in a massive crowd of people.

I pull back a little way and nip at Dax’s lower lip. He lets out a sound that’s almost a moan, so I kiss him again, losing myself to the rhythm of his breaths and the way his body trembles against mine.

Fuck, yeah. I’m in for a fantastic night.