Apollo and I exchange a glance. “Donatello?” I ask. “He’s off to some business of his.”
“And he allowed you to leave without him?” The bouncer says with a smirk, then shrugs. “Not my problem. That’s just... unusual.” He flicks a thumb over his shoulder. “In you go. You pay on your way out. If you make it out.”
Talk about ominous. I release a breath, content to be away from his judging gaze. “So, he was staring because we didn’t have a vampire?” I whisper to Apollo as we make our way through the coat area, where I leave Donatello’s jacket, and into the club, per se.
Apollo lets my hand go just to drape his arm over my shoulders, tugging me closer to his body. “Guess so. He did say the humans in town are under the vampire’s responsibility.” I look up to find him smirking. “I like that. If anything happens to us, he may lose his head or something.”
I pull slightly away. Not much. I adore how warm his body is. “They wouldn’t execute him because we got in trouble, right?”
Apollo shrugs, that devil may care smile on his face. “Don’t know, don’t care.”
I shake my head, laughing at his antics. We arrive at the dance floor, and the music pumps around us, the neon lights fading into the dark. I throw my head back, letting my dark hair cascade to my hips. There’s something different about the music here. It makes my bones vibrate. My blood thrums in my veins, in my ears, following the rhythm. I grow breathless. Ecstatic.
“Let’s dance,” Apollo breathes against the shell of my ear, making the hairs in the back of my neck stand on end. He pulls back, and in his eyes, there’s this hooded gaze once more. I smile and follow him to the middle of the dance club, where people of all colors and shapes move and shake, arms up above their heads, and the lights glitter down upon us.
The music intoxicates me, turning my skin to flame. I move to the rhythm, let it flow through me, guiding my steps, the way my hips move. Apollo braces his hands around my waist, then down to the low waistband of my pants, and our bodies collide with the song. My hands close behind his neck, and he’s so tall I have to stand on tiptoes. He holds me close, and we move in harmony.
Sweat gathers on my brow. I blink it away, rubbing myself against Apollo until his eyes are molten gold again. I adore when his irises do that, though I don’t understand why. Maybe it’s lust? Perhaps it’s something related to primal, raw emotions.
The music changes and I change with it. Turning around, I press my back to his chest, raking my nails up his neck to the back of his head. Apollo lowers his head to the crook of my neck, and the sensation of his lips to my skin flare me up. I move my hips against him, and he moves back. A long hardness greets me, rubbing against my ass, up and down.
“Fuck, mate,” he growls against my skin, his breath making goosebumps ride down my flesh. “Never expected you’d be this hot. I’m almost ripping these pants down and fucking you right here.”
“You’re moving too fast,” I say with a mock warning. “We haven’t even kissed, and you’re talking about fucking me in public. Twice now.”
His hands clamp down around my hips, and he whirls me around to face him. Apollo’s eyes drill into mine, intense like a fire. “We better solve this problem then.” And he kisses me.
I shouldn’t say it comes without warning, but it does. Even if I had been rubbing my ass against his cock just now, I thought we would be in the realm of teasing for a while longer. Not that I mind. His lips are full and soft as they move against mine, igniting fireworks deep in my belly. I throw my arms around his neck, and Apollo holds me against him, every inch of our bodies touching.
He doesn’t waste long pecking me. His tongue teases my lower lip until I give him passage, a moan escaping me when he deepens the kiss. Every stroke of his tongue against mine wets my panties. Every time he sucks my lower lip between his teeth makes my clit throb.
Fuck, I didn’t know I was this needy. I have a sex life, a mediocre one, yeah, but I have one. There’s just something about this man — these men — that drives me halfway to insanity with such ease. Apollo’s hands brush up to my waist, and he closes his fingers around me with fierce possessiveness. I feel like I’m his. Every part of me belongs to him.
With my body against his, I feel someone watching. Eyes on me, burning into my skin. I pry mine open to find Donatello standing there. Amid the crowd, easy to miss but obvious at the same time. His blond hair catches the light, burning bright like the sun, but his eyes are half-lidded, fastened on me. Am I imagining him?
Apollo licks my lower lip until I moan. His eyes lock with mine. “Is the vampire watching us?”
I pull back from the kiss. “How do you know he’s here?”
His lips tilt into a smug smile. “Told you. My senses are fantastic. I can smell his stench even among so many stenches.”
I chuckle, pressing myself to him. “Since he’s here, I think it’s better if we stop.” Not sure how this thing is working out, if I’m playing them, if anyone’s got different expectations. don’t want to choose, but I don’t want to break hearts. We better sit down and talk as soon as we have a moment.
Apollo doesn’t let me step away. He slams me to his chest, my breasts aching for him. “I don’t think so,” he breathes against my lips. “I don’t give a shit about what he thinks. You’re my mate, and I’m dying to taste more of you.”
And I should reject it, but I’m not strong enough. My pussy puts my brain not in the back seat, but in the trunk, and locks it up there. I melt in his arms, and Apollo buries a hand into my hair, forcing my mouth to his.
Another searing kiss makes me ache everywhere. My skin is hyper-sensitive, my arms covered in goosebumps. Apollo sucks my lower lip between his teeth, tugs on it, bites down softly. I keep my eyes on him, watching as he manipulates my body like he’s always known it. Like we’ve done this hundreds of times, even when we just met.
Fuck, we just met, and I’m rubbing myself all over a man whose last name I don’t know. I don’t know how old he is, and now that I stop to think about it, he looks older than me. He must be nearing forty. Another dig of his fingers into the soft flesh of my hips, and I forget everything else.
We’re in a crowded space, but everyone else melts away. There’s only me, Apollo, and Donatello. I can’t forget Donatello’s there. It’s like his presence is always in the corner of my mind. My eyes flutter closed, and I move against Apollo’s body, dancing, intoxicated by the song, by his taste.
Apollo’s hands curl around my ass, and he moves so I’m straddling his thigh, and we’re moving and rubbing against each other. My heart thunders in my chest, trying to rip through my ribcage, and I claw at Apollo’s strong biceps as he holds me against him, cradling me as we dance under the lights. His immense body is something I want to learn. I want to trace his muscles with my fingertips and learn every ridge and every valley of his dark skin. He kisses me again and again, never letting my lips go for long until they’re bruised and sore.
I circle my hips against his thigh, soaking in the lust flickering in my belly. Apollo watches me with his golden eyes burning bright, his hardness edged against my stomach. I race my hands up and down his flexing biceps, his chest, his thick neck. Wow, I’m a lucky girl. This man is so hot, and his eyes, his hands, his lips are on me. Apollo’s kisses trail past my jaw to my neck. I throw my head back, bucking against his thigh. Pleasure coils inside me with every sharp circle of my hips. The leggings dig into my throbbing clit, making matters worse. My panties grow slick the more I move, and Apollo’s teeth nibble on my collarbones as a rumble rises from his chest.
My mouth drops open in delight, a moan escaping me and mixing with the music. I find Donatello frozen to the same spot. Does he mind I’m making out with Apollo? He doesn’t look mad.