Craved by Stephanie Nelson

glam because I had to look
semi-professional. I didn’t want to show up in a mini and stilettos
to our interview, that wouldn’t be a good first impression.
Deciding on a pair of black skinny jeans, red halter top, cropped
black leather jacket, and a red pair of Manolo Blahniks I borrowed
from Fiona. I left my long dark locks down so that they flowed down
my back and magicked my makeup. I hated putting it on
myself.
    Content with my appearance, I headed
back to the kitchen. Micah and Aiden had both arrived, looking a
little testy to be standing so closely to each other. It’s a myth
that vampires and werewolves are mortal enemies. I’ve known a lot
of vampires who dated weres. In terms of Micah and Aiden, it was
simple; they just didn’t like each other.
    Micah was dressed in dark washed jeans
that looked brand new. His shirt clung tightly to his broad chest,
naturally muscular from being a were with an incredible alpha
line.
    Aiden was dressed completely opposite.
He wore black pinstripe dress pants with a turquoise dress shirt
that had the first two buttons undone, showcasing his smooth toned
chest. His dark hair framed his face and contrasted beautifully
against his blue eyes. “Hey guys, looking good,” I told them as I
went to get a bottled water from the fridge. Arms wrapped around my
waist and pulled me against the hardness of a chest. Even if it
wasn’t obvious, I would have known it was Aiden, even if I was
blindfolded. His energy affected me like nothing else. The scent of
spices and soap wafted all around my body and I inhaled the
pleasure of his essence. Aiden always smelled amazing.
    He pulled my hair to one side to
reveal my neck. A shiver danced up my spine. He pressed a kiss at
the crook of my neck and I leaned against him, forgetting Micah was
standing only five feet away.
    Fiona cleared her throat in an overly
loud tone, her way of telling us to break it up. I turned to face
her and blushed when I noticed Micah staring at me.
    “You guys are worse than two horny
teens,” Fiona said. Aiden chuckled and I wanted to die of
embarrassment.
    “I find it’s hard to contain myself
whenever my Gwen’s in the room.” His hand trailed down to rest on
my ass and I nudged him with my elbow. He was purposely trying to
piss off Micah and although it wasn’t prominent, Micah’s jaw line
had tightened the tiniest bit.
    “Yeah, yeah, Gwen is a
mouth-watering piece of ass; can we get a move on?” Fiona said with
humor. If there was ever a person who did not crave the limelight,
it was me. I grabbed my purse and gave Aura a head rub before
heading for the door.

 
     
    Rush had a long line that wrapped
almost around the block. It was only eight o’clock, still early for
the club scene to be as busy as it was. We parked a block away and
set off toward the red neon sign that seemed to be beckoning us to
approach. It sounded strange to get the heebie-jeebies from a sign,
but everything about the club set me on high alert.
    After waiting for what seemed like an
eternity, it was finally our turn for admittance. The bouncer, who
I suspected had been a bodybuilder before being turned vampire,
inspected me and Fiona’s I.Ds. carefully. Micah and Aiden were
ushered inside with a nod of his shaved head. In the few
otherworldly communities that existed in the United States, it was
law that our species be listed on our driver’s licenses. Mr. big,
bald, bouncer guy seemed overly excited that two witches were
willingly walking into Rush. I figured there would only be one
reason they’d be excited about witches, and it had everything to do
with brew.
    The meathead stamped both of our hands
with an ink I couldn’t see; maybe it showed up under a black light?
With a sly grin, Fiona and I were also given the head nod to enter.
The fact that the bouncer’s fangs had peeked out ever so slightly,
should have been a warning that this night wasn’t going to go as
smoothly as I had hoped.
    The inside of Rush was dark. Green