The Elfbitten Trilogy (6 page)

His shirt was hanging open now, showing me that I was right in thinking he had lost some size. When we were together, his skin shimmered, rippling over chest and stomach muscles that I knew every curve to. His face was full of color and sharp angles. Now he looked like he had just risen from a long sickness. I thought back over my six weeks of self-abjection, how weak I was this morning, unable to resist Roxy’s magic and strength and realized I felt nothing for Cillian’s plight. He had done this to both of us, it was only fair that he had suffered too. Thoughts of my pain led to imagining Cillian and Trixie together, as they had for the last six weeks. I could see her knowing smile as she caught me staring at her dancing for Cillian. Anger flared inside of me, causing my power to lash out of my body; I saw a few people around me stumble as it struck them.

I stepped into Cillian and guided him to the edge of the dance floor until we were free of the crowd. I took his hand and led the way to the darkened hallway that led to the restrooms. Once there, I put my back to the wall and grabbed his shirtfront and pulled him against me; he was already hard and ready for me. His kiss was rough and urgent, crushing my lips as if trying to crawl inside of me. I tangled my fingers into his blond curls as he reached between us, fighting with the zipper of his jeans until he could slide his pants down. I felt his cock spring free of his pants, slapping against me. He reached behind me and gripped the back of my thighs, picking me up easily, and I threw my legs around him, my miniskirt sliding up around my waist. I reached a little awkwardly between us and pulled the lace of my G-string to the side, holding it out of his way. His cock slid into me, slamming me against the wall. I broke from the kiss with a gasp, lifting my face as he began to pound relentlessly into me. I wrapped my arms around his neck and held on for the ride.

I opened my eyes and glanced towards the club, seeing Roxy just a few yards away, watching. She was standing with her feet hip-width apart, her hands on her hips and her breasts still bare. Her hair was a tangled mane, framing her face; she looked for all the world like a warrior maiden waiting to rip Cillian’s face off. I winked at her and she nodded. Cillian bent towards the bite mark on my shoulder, but before he could do anything about it, I gripped his hair and pulled his head back. He growled in pleasure-pain and frustration, thrusting his hips into me in a punishing rhythm. I should’ve felt the answering call of magic building around us by now, but I realized there was no coil of power in my gut, no wash of magic swirling around us. Cillian no longer had any power over me. Seeing him defeated and submissive to Trixie had shattered any lingering memory of who Cillian used to be fore me. A small laugh bubbled out of me, but Cillian took it as encouragement and slammed himself into me harder, again and again.

“Did you miss me, baby?” I asked, gripping him tighter around his waist.

“Yes,” he growled to the ceiling.

“Do I feel better than that fairy whore?”

“Gods yes,” he breathed, his pace increasing until I could feel him hitting the end of me. I licked my lips and smiled. I tilted my hips forward, opening further to him. A rumble crawled through his chest, the sound of skin slapping skin and distant music masked any other sounds in the hallway.

“Baby,” I breathed, “do you regret leaving me for that fairy whore?” I glanced down the hall towards the restrooms.

“Fuck yes,” he said as I felt him swelling inside of me, reaching the edge of his orgasm.

“Yes, Cillian,” I said, letting my body go loose so I would thrust in time with him. “Fuck me, Cillian, fuck me hard!”

“Oh fuck yeah,” he said through gritted teeth. His fingers gripped my hips, his face bent forward so he could watch himself slide in and out of me.

“Fuck yes, Cillian,” I yelled, encouraging him. He snarled, taking a step back so only my shoulders braced me against the wall and my body stretched out in front of him. He bent forward, taking my right breast into his mouth. His tongue lashed over my nipple and he suckled at me. I arched my back into him, moaning loudly for anyone nearby to hear. My hips rocked into him as I arched and he ripped away from my breast and slammed me against the wall again, burying his face into my neck. He was panting, angry noises escaping his mouth.

“Are you close?” I asked.

“Oh yeah, oh fuck yeah, I’m close,” he breathed.

“Come on, Cillian, give it to me!” I yelled. “Tell me what you want!”

“I want to cum inside you!” he growled.

“What else do you want?”

“I want you to cum all over my cock, Taryn!”

“Tell me when you’re almost there,” I begged.

“Oh gods, I’m almost there!” he yelled.

“Good,” I said. I pushed against his shoulders, making him take pause. I released my legs to slide down the wall to my feet, effectively stopping him before he came. I shoved him away from me and pulled my skirt back down over my hips.

“Wait, what?” he stammered, his knees almost giving way under him, his wet cock trembling in front of him. “Taryn, I thought…” he started to reach for me.

“You thought what, Cillian?” Trixie screamed, standing just a few feet away from us, having come out of the ladies room.

“Trix!” Cillian gasped, stumbling backwards, but his jeans tripped him and he fell on his bare ass.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” Trixie bore down on him, her eyes lost to black and that animal snarl back on her delicate features.

“I can explain,” Cillian said, putting his hands up in surrender.

“Well, I’ll let you two sort this out. Trixie, you can even finish up for me if you’d like,” I said lightly, flashing a smile at them. “Listen, Cillian, don’t think this makes things even, but well, I do feel a little better.” He stared at me, mouth agape and confusion etched on his once beautiful face.

“You fucking whore,” Trixie spat at me.

“Oh Trixie, glass houses and stones don’t go together,” I tsked at her and blew a kiss at Cillian. “Hope that doesn’t hurt too badly,” I nodded at his still hard cock and spun on my heel and walked over to Roxy.

“You are a cruel bitch,” Roxy laughed when I reached her.

“Thanks!” I beamed at her and led the way back to the club proper.

“Feel better?” she asked.

“Actually,” I glanced over my shoulder, “yeah, I really do.” Trixie was storming out of the club with Cillian hot on her heels, trying to put his clothing back in order as he rushed after her.

“I can’t believe he thought he could get some from you,” Roxy said, watching them leave.

“It was the bite mark.”

“What do you mean?”

“He kept trying to go for it; I think he was just trying to get some blood from me.”

“Ew,” Roxy said succinctly.

“They haven’t been raising magic together, so he was drained. I think he was just trying to get some from me, but then when I took him into the hallway to get fucked he wasn’t going to turn me down.” I shook my head, still staring at the club door even though it was closed and they were lost from sight.

“So he wasn’t trying to get you back,” Roxy said, “he was just gonna get some blood from you and go back to her, wasn’t he?”

“I’m not sure. After the way he’s changed, I wouldn’t be surprised if he tried to keep both of us.” I laughed, the sound bursting from me suddenly. I felt a weight lift from my shoulders; one night of dancing with Roxy and I had let Cillian go.

“I can’t believe I wasted so much time on him,” I sighed once I caught my breath.

“Don’t think about it anymore,” Roxy said, grabbing my hand and pulling me away. We melted back into the crowd. The energy was back in full force and people had already forgotten about the earlier interruption. Roxy found a couple of partners almost immediately and she reached for me, but I needed a break. I slipped away and stepped off of the dance floor. I was still practically naked, glad I had a jacket in the coat check room that would get me home without being arrested later. The boots had served me well; it had been a few hours and my feet weren’t complaining. I thought about going back to the bar, but I had drunk more alcohol tonight than I had in the last year and I could still feel its effects clouding my head.

I found a booth, miraculously empty, and slipped in. The booths here were deep and dimly lit and the bench seats wide enough to lie down on. Usually you’d find at least two couples occupying a booth at a time, with a third occupying the table top. I didn’t think I’d get to enjoy this moment of solitude for much longer. I slid all the way to the end of the booth and stretched my legs out on the bench, leaning my shoulders back against the wall so that I could still people watch. When the crowd shifted, I even caught sight of Roxy and her dance partners. She was with a man and a woman. From the looks of it, the man was the fairy she’d danced with earlier (although it was hard to be sure) and the woman was an elf, but it was hard to tell from their position.

Roxy’s back was to the fairy; he was bracing her body as she arched backwards, holding on to his hands for balance. Her shoulders were pressed into his chest, her breasts jiggling as she squirmed. At some point, she’d lost her skirt, now only wearing the lace up sandals. The elf girl was on her knees in front of Roxy, her face buried between her thighs. The points of her ears were just high enough to be seen over the curve of Roxy’s thigh. If her rich, dark hair was any indication, she was a Shadow Elf, her fair skin almost glowing in the dark club. Her hips were as round and welcoming as her perky breasts, tiny pale pink nipples hard and trembling as she worked at Roxy. The air around them shimmered with magic, giving them a soft quality even as the elf girl sucked on Roxy’s clit and shook her head roughly, making Roxy howl in delight. I watched as she lapped hungrily at Roxy, her hand reaching up to plunge two fingers deep inside Roxy, frantically working at her.

“Insatiable, isn’t she?” a vaguely familiar voice asked across the table. I jumped in my seat, a squeak escaping my mouth in fright.

“Gods be damned, you scared the shit out of me,” I said, pressing a hand to my chest, keeping my heart from bursting out.

“Terribly sorry,” Andre said, but I could hear from the tone in his voice he wasn’t sorry in the least. As a matter of fact, he sounded amused. I glared at him across the table. He was sitting in a perfect mirror image of me, except he had one knee bent.

“Listen, Andy, if you’re stalking me,” I started, but his chuckle cut me off.

“Taryn,” my name rolled from his lips, “
you
joined
me
.”

“What?”

“I was sitting here first,” he explained, inclining his head slightly towards the dim light in the middle of the booth. His soft curls tumbled forward, catching blue in the light.

“I, uh,” I stammered, blinking stupidly. “I thought the booth was empty.” I started to scoot towards the open end of the booth to leave.

“Please, stay,” he said it like a request, but it sounded like a command. The words struck a cord deep inside of me like a ringing bell and I stilled my motions. I glanced towards the dance floor, but the crowd had shifted again and I couldn’t see Roxy anymore. I noticed no one looked our way; waitresses didn’t even stop to check on us as they walked by.

“Okay,” I said slowly, suddenly missing my lost shirt. As a general rule, fae creatures don’t understand the concept of feeling self-conscious, but with a vampire leering at you, you can’t help but want to cover up.

“Your perfume is,” he paused and inhaled deeply, just as he had in the hallway, “intoxicating.” I knew he was talking about the scent of my blood from the bite mark on my shoulder, but I didn’t correct him.

“Thank you,” I whispered. I turned in my seat and set my feet on the floor, letting the table cover me a little.

“Do I make you uncomfortable?” he asked. I could hear the smile in his voice.

“No,” I said too quickly, rising to the bait. In the next moment, I felt a rush of air and he was on my side of the booth before I saw him move. He was looming over me, pressing me back into the booth so that I was looking up at him. His nose was touching mine he was so close. Bracing himself on the bench and the table, he held his body off of mine for the most part. When I fell back, I had instinctively drawn my feet up and bent my knees, where he was happily situated now.

“Maybe I scare you a little then,” he breathed the surprisingly warm words over my cheek. I tried to swallow past the sand in my mouth, but I couldn’t manage to get my voice working, so I closed my mouth and tried to slow the beating of my heart. I felt his power vibrating at the edges of my aura, pushing at my skin, calling to my own magic. It was heady and inviting. I found myself breathing deeper, drawing the scent of his power into me, and letting it coil around my magic. The punctures in the bite mark left by the Hunter began to pulse, answering Andre’s call. I felt them pulsating throughout my body, making me squirm.

 With control I have never seen before, he let go of both the table and the bench and lowered himself down onto me, his hips settling comfortably between my legs. His hand reached back and slid down my thigh until he caught the hem of my skirt. He pushed it slowly up my hips, the tight leather fighting for every inch, until it circled loosely at my waist, giving my legs more room. I opened to him before I caught myself and he pushed his hips into me, rocking my hips back a little until I could feel the swell of his groin pressing into my crotch.

“You’ve fed tonight,” I managed, my voice rough with nerves and a little excitement. His lips spread in a slow smile until I saw the tips of his fangs. I remembered a similar smile on the face of the Hunter. A tremor shook my body, making me rub against Andre. The cotton of his t-shirt was soft and cool against my bare breasts and stomach, while the leather of his pants was rough against the tender flesh of my thighs.

“Not nearly enough,” he answered. It took me a moment to remember what I had said, but when it registered what he was hoping for, I was glad the dark of the booth hid the blush that colored my cheeks. But he could hear the beat of my thundering heart and feel the heat rush through my body. A hungry growl rumbled from him as he traced his nails along the outside of my thigh with one hand. He was holding himself up with the flat of his other forearm. The blue black curls hung around my face like a storm cloud, giving us a false sense of privacy.