Chapter 13
Marcus
The Viper Club wasa kind of sticky warm that made you want to take a shower just to get the stink off. Unfortunately, it was the closest vampire club to us which only gives us so many options. I'd have much preferred hunting down my prey for the evening, but the others... needed an easy release, especially after the maid kept prancing around the house like she wasn't a beacon for vampires everywhere.
Here, at least, we had a slight reprieve. The Viper Club was all hard lines and shiny surfaces. Even the lighting in here was harsh, washing out our otherwise already pale skin even more, but the couches were the worst part.
Made of some slick, rubbery material, they were scattered around the place in reds and white. For a place that caters to vampires, they sure didn't know what a vampire liked. Most vampires, including myself, were several centuries old. We were used to more lavish, decorative places that strived for comfort than edginess.
I shook my head. This generation.
"Fuck." My head turned as Drake drew out the word. A blonde woman ground against his lap, dressed in only a lacy black thong. His head thrown back and his eyes closed, he gripped her hips tightly with both hands. "Darling, you're going to have me bursting all over my nice jeans."
The blonde simply grinned coquettishly and ground harder, tossing her hair over her shoulder as she offered him her neck. Drake wasted no time sinking his fangs into the woman, and both of them groaned in satisfaction.
I turned my gaze from Drake to the rest of my brothers. Allister was in much the same position as his with twin a woman in his lap and his fangs in her neck. The difference was that his eyes weren't closed, they were staring off at nothing as if he imagined something else entirely in his head. Wynn had three women around him, one on each arm and another rubbing his shoulders. The one behind him played with his hair as he took turns biting each woman, all bare-chested and rubbing up against him like cats in heat.
Without Antoine here, the others really let loose, all except... Rayne. He had yet to take a woman for blood or sex as far as I could tell. Instead, he took up residence at the bar the moment we arrived and hadn't moved an inch. The mind reader scanned the room over his glass of scotch and scowled.
I wondered what he heard that put him in such a bad mood.
Drake let out a grunt as the woman a sighed, causing my head to turn toward them once more. He pulled back with a drunken grin and patted the woman on the butt before gently pushing her off his lap. "Thanks, darling."
We didn't need to pay the women it was included in the club's yearly fee, a substantial amount of more than ten grand per vampire. The women were paid handsomely for it, and from what I could tell, the majority of them enjoyed every second of it.
"Better?" I arched a brow at Drake.
He ran his thumb along his lower lip with a smile. "Much." His eyes flickered from me to Rayne, and he jerked his head at our brother. "What's up with him?"
I shrugged cluelessly.
"Have you eaten?" Drake asked as he turned his eyes away from Rayne, our little brother forgotten for the moment. "I can call her back if you...?"
I held my hand up and shook my head. "No."
Allister pulled back from his date long enough to quip, "Marcus doesn't do paid meals, you know that. He likes the thrill of the hunt." He winked at me, and I resisted the urge to roll my eyes as he went back to his date. She let out a long breathy moan as his fangs sunk into her once more.
"Hunting is great and everything," Drake began as he leaned forward to pick up his beer before taking a swig. "But why make things harder than they have to be? They're bought and paid for." He swept a hand around the room at the other gorgeous woman, all in various stages of undress. "Why not take pleasure from them, if not blood?"
I snorted and shifted in my seat. I crossed my arms over my chest and lifted my chin. "Only a truly hopeless man has to pay for his meal or his love."
"Oh, but what fun it is." Wynn looked up from the breasts of one of his companions. He smirked and eyed me as he cupped her breasts, thumb tracing the outline of her already hardened nipple. The woman, another blonde, I was beginning to see a trend, arched into his touch and panted lustily. The room stunk with sex and blood, more the former than the latter.
Vampires were neat eaters for the most part as long as we weren't trying to be cruel. There was no need to spill more blood than needed. It was wasteful, and if my brothers and I were anything, we weren't wasteful.
"Are you worried?" Drake asked, crossing one leg over the other as he leaned back against the couch. "About the summons?"
"Of course."
Only an idiot or a fool wouldn't be worried. Being summoned was not something to be taken lightly, especially since we were taking an unbound human with us. It was a complication we didn't need.
"Are you more worried about what our sire wants or our little maid?" Wynn lazily licked his lips as he switched from the blonde to her brunette friend on his other side. She freely offered her neck to him, but he grinned wickedly at her before pushing her back to lie on the couch. As he leaned over her, he lifted one tanned thigh up before biting into her [vein] artery. The woman gasped one hand going to the back of his head while the other grabbed at the rubbery couch for a handhold, of which there were none.
"He doesn't give two shits about our maid," Rayne answered for me. He had finally left the safety of the bar and come over to stand by our group.
"He'd rather us wipe her and dump her somewhere. She's a complication," he mimicked my thoughts with a sneer.
I didn't even bother to defend myself. I did believe that. Rayne had read it from my mind, and there was no point of arguing it.