Aiden's Betrayal (2 page)

Elle grabbed her unwanted drink
and didn’t waste time swallowing the disgusting liquid. The vodka burned and she coughed uncontrollably. Even her eyes burned.
Why did people like this stuff?

“
Woohoo! Let’s get her another!” Anya paid the bartender then handed Elle another shot.

Elle s
haking her head didn’t stop Anya. “I don’t need another one.”

She needed to go home and sleep.

“You’re going to take this and drink with me. I can’t get plastered on my own.” Anya clinked glasses with Elle and forced the overflowing glass against Elle’s lips.

The liquid seemed worse the second time around. After sputtering and looking like a complete idiot, Elle watched as Anya scanned the crowd until her lips lifted into a devious smile.

“There’s the man who'll make all your dreams come true, Ellie.” Anya nodded to two men strolling their direction.

Elle looked at the first man and immediately
sensed he wasn’t her type. With his shaved head and tattooed neck, Elle made him out to be more Anya’s type. The man behind him however…

Muscles.
A whole lot of ‘eat me up’ muscles. Dark hair hung around his strong jaw and swept his broad shoulders. His brows pulled together in deep thought as his friend spoke to Anya. Why did he look so angry?

Elle
liked that his attention stayed elsewhere. It gave her more time to ogle his cover model body. He seemed to glide weightlessly across the floor. The perfect Scottish warrior stood right in front of her, close enough to touch and Elle knew she had no chance in the world to get with him.

Too bad.
For once she might’ve thrown her morals and shyness out the window for a shot with the warrior.

“
Alright, ladies and gentlemen, it's time for you to find your partner for tonight. Be adventurous. Grab a stranger. Kiss them head on. Who wants to go home alone?”

The crowd
boo’ed.

Really?
Did Anya put the band up to that?

She
wouldn't mind kissing him. He had her body reacting in a way she'd never felt before. Suddenly her mouth became dry and her heart pounded. The strange reaction had to be the shots of screaming orgasm working its magic on her body. He could give her a screaming orgasm anytime.

W
ow, Elle didn’t need to drink ever again. She practically mind-raped the unsuspecting man. She felt as out of control as if he had some kind of spell on her.

She gasped when his silver gaze looked a
t her. She thought his body tempted her like no other but those eyes seemed to lure her in some sort of trap. He would be the one who could change her thoughts about having a one-night stand.

She'd jump at the chance if he
were her option.

Chapter Two

Aiden scanned the room for rogue vampires. The dark
, smoky club didn’t impair his sight from noticing even a fly on the wall. Sweat, sex, and blood overloaded his sense of smell. Beating hearts and rushing blood tempted his ears but he refrained. His job revolved around hunting and destroying rogues, not feeding on innocent humans. If he could then he'd stick with bag blood at all cost.

Beside him, his cousin Nicolas didn’t
seem to feel completely the same. His gift seemed to be watching and flirting with every female around them. He was always the one having fun while Aiden worked his ass off. Not that Aiden cared about joining in on his cousin’s fun.

“
Do you ever get tired of fucking every woman around?” His gaze stayed on the crowd as he waited anxiously for the rogue to finally make a mistake.

Nicolas peeled his eyes away for a split second to shoot Aiden
a devilish grin. “Do you ever get tired of being a bore? Just because you’re a dull being doesn’t mean I have to be. Let’s face it, women are my life.” With that, Nicolas gestured with open arms to the ladies dancing provocatively in front of them.

Two women grinded against each other and
it was no surprise when they started kissing. One snagged a hand full of hair and jerked the others head back to bite her way down a slender neck until she took the shot held between a generous set of breasts.

Nicolas whooped then whistled
while Aiden yawned. He should've been excited to watch and maybe even want to join them like most men might. But they didn't excite him and he didn’t want to join.

No emotion.

No desire.

He felt nothing
.

Life for him revolved around the Society. He worked as a Guardian for the Society. After Luciana’s death a hundred years earlier, he bored of everything except killing rogues. At five hundred, there
wasn't much he hadn’t experienced. Now he hunted rogues, a life he lived surrounded by decapitation and decomposing bodies.

When the time came, Aiden trusted Nicolas to watch his back. No matter how much Nicolas preferred to play and screw
around. Nicolas stood over six feet and was three hundred pounds of pure power. He could manipulate any weapon to destroy their enemy.

“
The band's good tonight. Jaxon knows how to draw in the ladies.” Nicolas laughed.

The whole front stage was over-crowded by only women who never took their eyes from
Jaxon. Of course using his hypnotic vampire voice helped him. Not that Aiden could sing like Jaxon.

Aiden shook his head when Nicolas stalked toward two unsuspecting women
and ambled after to stop him. They had a job to do and little time before the rogue took his next victim. The sadistic rogue kidnapped and butchered young women he found at clubs like the one Aiden and Nicolas hunted in. What should have been an easy assignment had turned into a four month hunt.

“
Hello ladies. I’m Nicolas and this grouch here is my cousin, Aiden.” Nicolas slapped him on the shoulder.

Shit. Nicolas
slapped him again as he walked to the dance floor with the long legged blond. A woman Aiden would have taken for a couple of rounds at one time. Now, he felt nothing. Nicolas nodded toward the second female.

There was no time for him to waste. No matter how little he cared, Aiden didn't want to hurt the woman's feelings.
He felt her eyes on him but tried to ignore her. Grinding his teeth, Aiden turned to let her know he didn't plan on hooking up with her or anyone else for that matter.

That didn't happen.

Her big blue eyes held him mesmerized. She wasn’t the type he used to go for. Though she dressed like the other women in the club, her face stayed refreshingly clear of makeup. No jewelry or piercings covered her body, leaving a clear view to the vein throbbing in her neck. She was curvier than his Luciana but he liked it.

His fangs protruded from his gums.
Damn! What was wrong with him?
Not since his transition had he had trouble controlling himself yet his fangs prevented him from speaking. He took a deep breath and tried to control his need.

Taking a deep breath turned out to be a huge mistake. Her blood smelled so sweet and free of toxins except for the small amount of alcohol she’d ingested. His cock grew painfully hard.
He clenched his fist to keep from grabbing her. Then she spoke.

“
My name’s Elle.” Her voice came out so quietly. Brown hair fell forward to cover her neck as she tilted her head, and her little pink tongue moistened her lush lips.

His cock jumped and he barely retained the growl threatening to escape his lips
as her gaze jerked to his lips. With fangs filling his mouth, he couldn’t talk. Without them, he'd have no clue what to say anyway. Talking wasn't really what crossed his mind. The fantasies playing in his head had more to do with taking her up against the wall or anywhere as long as he could bury himself deep inside of her. That sounded like a better plan.

He almost tried
to tell her his name despite his fang problem until she moved in, grabbed his head, and kissed him.

Her kiss felt
gentle at first until he grabbed her hips to pull her closer. Her body felt soft against his and so feminine. He never realized how much he missed women but he also didn't remember needing a woman more than he needed Elle.

Aiden couldn't believe the emotions rolling through his body as her tongue joined his.
And he couldn't believe his need and the emptiness he felt when she jerked away.

Her cheeks turned bright red to match her
full, pouty lips. She looked everywhere possible but at him. “I'm sorry.”

She whipped around and nearly fell.

He caught her and smiled down at her slack jaw and wide eyes. Without warning she moved out of his arms. Now
he
felt shocked, but he didn’t mind the view of her enticing ass bouncing as she stumbled clumsily away.

Not letting her get away so easily after the best kiss he'd ever had, the predator inside him growled anxiously awaiting the chase. Aiden didn’t like
it when a drunk human male grabbed her causing him to nearly see red, but she escaped the moron's hold quickly. As he passed the male, Aiden shoved him hard enough to knock the idiot down. Now back to getting the first girl that had tempted him in over a hundred years.

Chapter Three

Elle felt like an idiot. Of course a man like him wouldn’t want her. He didn’t even say one word to her but she kissed him
anyway.
She kissed a complete stranger who had to be the hottest man she'd ever seen.

Sitting at home with a good book sounded
fabulous at the moment, a book about adventurous girls who didn't regret kissing a complete stranger. Girls nothing like her.

The tingle on her lips matched the tingle between her legs
, his kiss the best kind of foreplay. Elle knew he'd be mind-blowing in bed. Anya would jump for joy or pass out from astonishment if she heard that Elle kissed a stranger. Elle wouldn't tell.

Trying to focus on walking in her heels, Elle brushed against writhing bodies on the dance floor. One man pulled her into his arms before she shoved him away. Turning away
, she smacked into a hard wall and would’ve fallen on her ass had strong hands not captured her. A bolt of electricity shot straight to her core. Her panties dampened and her breasts became heavy. She hadn’t run into a wall. She ran right into the rock-hard chest of the stranger she'd just attacked with her lips.

She looked up into his shocked
, liquid-silver eyes. “What was that?”

An electric hum radiated through her body
and her dress became uncomfortable as the material slid against her sensitive skin.

“
I don’t know.” His voice sounded like a growl that sent a shiver down her spine.

S
he wanted to jump him. No one had ever looked so damn sexy in all black. The black tee would've been so simple on most men but on him the cotton looked painted on and showed every contour of muscle.

She dropped her gaze lower to discover the impressive bulge between his thick thighs. The bulge expanded and didn’t stop. Cheeks on fire, she glanced away
, mortified.

His lips lifted.
“Did you see something you liked?”

The tingle between her legs became a burning need. A demanding
need which frightened her.
What was her problem?
“Yes.”

The one simple word came out of her mouth and she wanted to die
but she hadn't lied. She liked what she saw very much. Flirting had never been her thing yet there she stood in front of a sex god, telling him she liked the bulge between his legs. Blaming her behavior on the drinks wouldn’t hold up long, she’d only had the two. Truth be told, everything about this guy would make a nun misbehave.

“
Elle, I’m Aiden.” He tilted her chin up to look into his eyes. “Dance with me?”

She could only nod as he pulled her in close. For such a large man
, she couldn’t stop her surprise at how gently he held her.

She felt the weight of his stare.
Burning. Intent.

The hard length of him pressed against her stomach
and never in her life had she felt so aroused. She ached for his touch, nearly making her beg out loud as she ran her hands over his broad shoulders and down his powerful chest as she prayed for time to stop so she could keep touching all of his rock-hard muscles.

What the hell
had he done to her?

She turned her gaze away to search for Anya and prayed it would distract her from the god-like man holding her before she did something stupid. Elle did
n't see Anya but she saw plenty of bodies grinding together and some were doing much more than dancing. Looking away from Aiden hadn't helped her situation only inflamed her lust even more.

Nothing could take her mind away from the hard evidence against her stomach
that he wanted her just as much as she wanted him.
Her mind filled with ideas. She had no clue where those ideas came from but had a feeling she should stop reading such detailed books. She expected too much out of a dance.