Black Moon Rising (DarkLife Saga) by Ronnie Massey Page A

gave him a smile that was all fang.  “You look like a first timer,” I purred.  “Are you sure you're ready for this?”  I motioned to the crowd of pulsating bodies around me.  “We aren't exactly the tamest crowd.”
    His laugh was a deep rumble.  “Baby , I just want to dance.  I think I can handle that.”  Liar, but that’s cool.
    “Fine, show me what you can do,” I said. I held my palm up, and he pressed his to mines.  I planted the suggestion of normalcy into his head.  When he wrapped his fingers around my own, he didn’t see the mess that they were.  There was no ’eww’ factor in place as his body started to sway with the music.
    I let him lead me, twisting and rolling my hips into him, keeping beat with the suggestive R&B song that was filling the air.  He ran his hands down my body and cupped my ass.  Before I might have welcomed the move, but all I thought was, ‘his hands aren't Irulan's.
    My brain was betraying me, but my jazzed up aura never would.  I kicked the thought to the back of my head and let my aura guide me.  I ran my nails down the sides of his arm leaving angry red marks.
    His breath caught in his throat, and his heartbeat sped up, just here for some dancing my ass.  By the time the song was done, I knew he was mine.
    One of the reasons The Den was so popular was because the owner respected his patron’s privacy.  He not only respected it; he also had methods in place to help the masses ensure, what went on inside stayed inside.  No cameras were allowed; cell phones were turned in at a checkpoint, and people were given beepers.  If you got a call, a staff member relayed the number.
    Aside from that there was a strict policy of no blood letting on the premises for vampires, and no shifting for both weres and shifters.  No supernatural drama whatsoever.  There were witches, vampires, and wolves, sprinkled throughout the crowd on payroll that monitored the atmosphere.
    None of those features interested me at the moment.  The Den also has an underground exit that took you two blocks away in either direction.  For those of us that didn’t want prying eyes to see whom we were leaving with, the setup was ideal.
    I led what’s-his-name, through the crowd and down the dark passageway that would take us away from the club.  “Hold on, baby,” he hesitated as we entered the darkened space.  “This isn’t the way I came in.”
    Why is it the big guys are always the biggest wusses?  I leaned in, pressed my palms to his chest and gave him my best ‘sex me’ look.  “If you want so fun tonight, this is the way to get it.  Are you game?”
    I inhaled, effectively thrusting my chest out for his inspection.  He looked down and his fleeting fear caved under his libido.  “Yeah,” he nodded eagerly, “I’m game.”
    Poor sap.  It took us about five minutes to reach the other end of the walkway.  Once we were safely away from the exit I gripped his arm and my face shifted.  “What the fuck?”  He tried to break away but come on; we know how good that went.  His voice broke as it dawned on him how dangerous a situation he was in.  “Come on; I didn’t sign on for this.  I just wanted to bag a vamp.”
    I flashed forward, dragging him into an alley.  Not the ideal location, but there wasn't a chance in hell I was going home with him.  I slipped into his head and flipped him off.  Before I would have made the bite pleasurable for him, at least give him something for the blood, he was going to lose.
    This wasn’t about pleasure, and I didn’t dare leave him conscious during the ordeal.  Many a careless vampire had gotten staked through the back while they were feeding by assuming their victims wouldn’t be able to fight back.  I never underestimated the will to survive.
    I bit into his neck and pulled the first mouthful of blood down my throat.  The thick liquid coursed through me filling me and rushing to the areas of my body that needed it