Page 18 of The Vampire's Mercy

I thanked her, heading into an area of luxurious silver booths, a dancefloor, bar, and more strobe lights. VIPs chatted and danced and hung out in the booths. They were having fun, relaxing, and smoking mistrock cigs.

The music throbbed through the floor and into me. I took a seat on a super-comfy chair, sparking up a cig to blend in, to show I was just as chilled out and happy to be here as the rest of them.

And to help with the squirming anxiety.

I rested my elbows on the onyx table. The air carried the scent of various perfumes and the vanilla of mistrocks, the temperature pretty warm.

Okay, time to sell the bullshit harder.

I slid off the seat, sauntering over to the bar.

A vampire with the curliest brown hair I’d ever seen stopped me. “Hello there.” He cocked his head to the side, a blue strobe light playing over his dark brown face.

“Hi,” I said brightly. “How are you?”

As if I gave two shits.

With no respect for boundaries, he gave my exposed belly a poke. “Better for seeing you.”

“Oh. I’m just getting a drink.”

“I’ll get it for you, baby.” He puckered his lips then smirked, his red eyes burning.

Baby, huh? Someone pass me a chainsaw to show him what this baby could do.

“I’m swee… I mean, I’m fine. But thank you anyway.” Better leave that word out of my mouth for now.

He blocked me as I went to pass him. “Wait.” Being a total creep, he slid a finger into the band of my underwear, giving them a snap. “Fucking hot.”

Not drop-kicking him was a testament to my patience. “I?—”

“I can fuck you into next week.”

You seem more like a three pumps and done kind of guy.“I?—”

“Come back to mine,” he cut me off again. “Got a penthouse nearby.”

Of course he did.

“Great views, huge bed,” he added. “I’ll drink you and fuck you and make you breakfast in the morning.” He grabbed me, crushing my biceps. “Don’t say no.” Out came the fangs, a waft of sexy energy passing over me.

My body rejected it. Wrangled it, slamming it into the floor. But on the outside, I went a little swoony.

“I—”

The woman from the vestibule appeared. “Let him go, Vaughn. He’s not for you.”

Vaughn’s eyes blazed with fury, his gaze tearing toward her. “Mind your business, Layla. This is between?—”

“He’s for Silvanus.” Yay! Someone cuthimoff. “I suggest you release him.”

The prick let me go, eyes narrowing with anger.

Awesome! Bagged myself a king.

Aidan smiled down on me today.

I took a step back, Layla putting herself between us. “Be a good boy.”