The Nightlife: Las Vegas (The Nightlife Series) by Travis Luedke Page A

act.  The idea of him doing it with another woman seemed a whole lot
like cheating.
    “Ana, you know that I love you very much?  You know you’re
mine till the end of your days, and nothing will ever change that?”
    He held her face, her eyes entrapped in his power.  He
willed her to understand.
    “The others are just flesh, nothing more.  They don’t
matter.  They are not you.  You’re the only one coming home with us tonight.”
    She nodded, all sad puppy dog eyes.  “Okay.  If you say
so.”  The hint of unshed tears glistened in her eyes.
    She was so damn adorable.  He wanted to bend her over the
bar till she screamed his name, forgetting all about these unpleasant
realities.  But he needed to feed, and Michelle was going at it.  He hated
being left behind.
    “I want you to be with me for as long as possible.  If I
drink from you constantly, you’re not gonna last a week.  You understand, don’t
you?”
     
    * * * *
     
    Anastasia had always known deep down he could never truly be
hers alone.  It wasn’t possible to claim ownership of such a proud and majestic
creature.  He stole her sadness with a small nip in the neck, sinking his fangs
in just enough for a small touch of venom.  Enough to let her know she was
still his, marked for life.
    He escorted her onto the dance floor whispering, “Come hunt
with me, we’ll do it together.  They are all so drunk it’s like shooting fish
in a barrel.”
    She danced in his arms for a time, feeling all that caged
power wrapped around her.  He wasn’t a large man, but his arms held and
unbelievable strength.  She imagined doing this every night.  How wonderful it
would be to dance her life away in his arms, lights flashing, music pounding.
    Her dreamy moment came to a close as they worked their way
inside a group of women dancing together in a cluster of protective shielding. 
She looked around to notice Aaron was the only man in the whole bunch.  The men
dancing nearby attempted to work their way into the mix with the girls, but
were artfully deflected.  Her and Aaron had slipped into their circle without
resistance.
    “That one.”  He nodded towards a cute blond in tight jeans
and a white top.  Aaron ushered them over and they made a neat little sandwich
of the girl.  Aaron squeezed her front and Ana her back.  They undulated to the
music while Aaron captured her eyes.  It only took a few seconds to mesmerize
the girl.  He leaned in and fed deeply, sucking down all he could take.  Ana
decided to have her own fun, reaching her hand up between the woman’s legs to
rub and stroke her moist hot mound, feeling the contour of her sex through her
jeans.
    “Oh my god what are you doing to me?  Oh god don’t … don’t
stop!”
    The girl spasmed and jerked while they rode her, grinding
along with the music while she orgasmed right there on the dance floor.  By the
time he let go, she was dry-humping on Ana’s hand.
    They held her for a time, allowing her to regain
equilibrium.  The blond kept her head down, wouldn’t look either of them in the
eyes.
    Ana whispered in her ear from behind, “It’s okay.  He does
it to me all the time.”
    After catching her breath she exited quickly to the bathroom
to clean up.
    Aaron resumed dancing with Ana, cupping her face in his
hands.  “See, I told you it wouldn’t be so bad.  Admit it.  You’re having fun
with this.”
    She nodded and smiled wide.  Aaron looked off in Michelle’s
direction.
    “Look at her go.  That’s number four.”
    Michelle had wrapped intimately around another football
player type, a large swarthy man with dark curls of hair and bulging muscles. 
She liked her donors healthy.  She drank from his neck pulling him down into
her embrace.
    Smiling down at Ana, Aaron twirled off into the dance-floor
looking for a new target.  “Let’s catch up to her.”
    A few seconds later Ana recognized a man, her latest
stalker, ex-boyfriend Roger.  Oh shit, shit shit shit!