The Nightlife: Las Vegas (The Nightlife Series) (4 page)

Traveling a healthy, anti-stalker
distance from the ginger, he spotted a new target.  A curvy Mexican girl looked
him up and down, a challenge in her eyes.  She was part of a group of Latino
girls, probably friends and family.  The entire group circled him in subconscious
reaction.

He slid into position
face-to-face with La Mexicana and embraced her as though they’d known each
other all their lives.  Her mind told him she welcomed the intrusion.  Surprised,
but not put off, she hugged him back.

She experienced a gushing wet
dry hump as she came all over herself while he sucked down a couple ounces of
her precious life.  She tried to pull away from the initial sting of his bite. 
By the time he finished she’d lost it completely, shamelessly grinding her
juicy crotch all over his knee as she moaned in Spanish.  He ignited a fire
between her legs and she went off with a bang, rubbing herself with her left
hand down her pants to take it to the next level.  She grunted and cried out,
“Que rico!”

He released her after an
entire minute of heavenly bliss and worked to extricate himself from her clutches. 
Sometimes they wouldn’t let go.  Sometimes they needed a little
push
.

He stared her directly in the
eyes, letting his gaze bore into the depths of her soul.  Then he
pushed
,
“That’s enough.  Release me now.”

She immediately removed her
hand from a solid grip on his ass cheek and suckled her fingertip suggestively. 
Though they couldn’t hear over the music, she clearly communicated her willingness
to perform.  He could make her go down and swallow him whole right there in
front of her friends and family.  She’d do it without a second thought.  The
power he held over these women was immeasurable, and highly intoxicating.  He
had to get away before he forced the poor girl to do something she’d later
regret.  He respected his food.  They gave him what he needed, and in turn he
gave them respect and affection … to a limit.  He walked away leaving La
Mexicana angry yet sated, her entire group gawking as if she’d lost her mind.

He again looked to Michelle. 
She fed from a taller woman who accepted the intimacy like one who prefers
women over men.  Michelle attracted lesbians constantly.  To her it didn’t
really make much difference.  She welcomed anyone when it came to feeding.

His immediate bloodlust
sated, he scanned the crowd once more to locate his lost Snow White.  He sensed
a uniquely familiar presence at his back.  She had come looking for him.

* * * *

Anastasia had circled around
to watch him more closely.  She’d been checking him out, sizing him up.  She
studied his features, trying to ascertain why he’d grabbed her attention to
begin with.  He wasn’t really a large man, very young actually, several years
her junior.  Definitely something different about him, an undeniable power and
presence.

She watched him watching
her.  She actually felt when his mind entered hers, felt his
presence
. 
Just like the first time he did it.  He was reading her mind, she knew it,
could sense it as though he’d lifted up her dress to check out her panties. 
She experienced him rummaging through her thoughts like a man feeling her up,
tweaking her nipples, stroking her inner thighs,
invading her
.

So intimate, so weird, yet
interesting and arousing at the same time.  He would be able to understand her
like no other person on the planet.  He would know how she felt, exactly how
she felt.  How awesome, to be understood at such a deeply personal level.  And
she knew he was interested in her.  She had a feeling he might even take her
home with him.

This was the one, the one
she’d been looking for all her life.  She’d found her golden boy, and he was
everything she’d ever wanted––Sleek, fit, handsome, confident, not a muscle-bound
monster, but powerful, nonetheless.  She felt an unbelievably deep well of
power flowing off him in waves.  He radiated power.

* * * *

Aaron delved deep into her
psyche.  He sought to learn why she fascinated him so much. 
Anastasia
,
had a nice ring to it.  Digging down deep into her essence, he caught a vague
image of her father, same raven black hair.  He’d been of Eastern European
descent, a full-blooded Romani gypsy.  Cultural differences and other
disagreements led to the breakup of their family right after her seventh
birthday.

There it is
. 
She inherited a gypsy fortune teller’s intuition
and psychic sensitivity
.  It took a few moments of intense probing, but he
found it.  Her unique factor, that special quality he found so damn
attractive.  She had beauty, an exotic beauty of sorts, but that was only part
of the equation.  Her sensitivity and insight made her stand out from the
cattle herding about him.  They were two people staring at each other
knowingly, communicating psychically amidst an ocean of deaf, dumb and blind
meatsacks.  Beyond Michelle, no one else could really
communicate
and
connect
with him like this.  A very attractive proposition.

He made the decision without
once thinking of the consequences.  He had to have her, had to
acquire
her.  For keeps.  He couldn’t imagine leaving without her.

* * * *

Anastasia lifted her arms in
invitation, waiting for him to decide.  He made his move, changing both their
lives irrevocably as he enfolded her in his welcoming embrace.  He whispered in
her ear, “You’re mine, and I’ll never let you go.”

All that power flowing off
him prickled her skin like static electricity.  His aggressive-possessive-ownership
response really did it for her.  She had been looking for this all her life, since
the age of sixteen, walking down the road with everything she owned in a
garbage sack.  She needed to be his, needed him to own and possess her.

She had finally found the
missing piece of the puzzle, that which could make her whole.  His dark predatory
nature meshed seamlessly with her darkest desires.  She had a nasty history of
being victimized by predatory men.  It started with her mother’s boyfriend, and
spiraled out into an inescapable cycle.  Her attraction to the wrong kind of
man had made her a regular victim of abuse.

She recognized a key
difference with this one.  He was truly the most powerful male she’d ever
encountered, but she sensed his gentleness, his reserved nature.  He would
never purposely harm her, would never beat her or treat her with the
maliciousness and psychotic abuse of the other men she’d dated.  He represented
the best of both worlds.  All that power and aggression wrapped up in neat
little mild mannered package.

* * * *

Aaron knew she was no saint. 
The girl had issues, big time flaws, and a raging drinking habit that came
along with it.  She downed liquor like water, a fish.  But he understood her
plight all too well.  Much like Michelle, Ana’s remarkable beauty incited
constant pursuit by men.  But in the men she chose it led to a very unhealthy
codependent possessiveness and violent jealousy.  Poor Ana was not made tough
like Michelle.  She needed a protector to shelter her from the envy, jealousy,
and abusive tendencies of the human cattle.

As he delved deep into Anastasia’s
soul, sifting through her mistakes and sins, a powerful urge to protect and
defend seized him.  He squeezed her tight against his body.  She accepted his
embrace and hugged him back.

“No one will ever hurt you
again.  This is my promise.” he vowed. 
She’s my property now––never to be
victimized again.

She was so very tired of
being beat up by the world, by men, by life in general.  She’d gladly take all
the protection he offered, no questions asked.  Her first spoken words were,
“Thank you.”

* * * *

Chapter 5

Aaron smiled when he read how Ana perceived him as a
relatively attractive young man.  She knew his outward appearance was a façade,
a wrapper hiding the underlying truth.  She felt the caged beast lurking within. 
The creature inside called to her far stronger than any fleeting attraction
she’d had for other men.

What she sensed intuitively about Aaron’s hidden nature
arose from that nasty incident in New York.  The trauma of the massacre unleashed
something inside him, a primal consciousness, a dual personality.  This
aggressive predator had been called forth from the dark recesses of his
vampiric nature by Michelle’s desperate cry for help.

The predator didn’t go away after dispatching the detectives. 
It remained, lurking in the shadows of Aaron’s subconscious mind.  It
occasionally leaked over into his nightly life, tainting his thoughts with its
violent carnal nature.  He had to monitor himself constantly, verifying his
thoughts were truly his own, and not the animalistic drive and hunger of the
predator.

This strange desire to possess and protect Anastasia was a new
facet of the predator.  He had never experienced this urge to
acquire pets
.

She snuggled into his embrace with a smile. 
I want her,
she’s mine.
  She brought his inner beast to the forefront, bleeding into
the waters of his consciousness, an aggressive stain coloring his thoughts and
emotions.

The predator, very close to the surface now, sensed a
psychic tweak from Michelle, breaking his focus from Anastasia.  Sliding back
down through the psychic tie of his bond to Michelle, he saw through her mind’s
eye what had happened.  She’d been feeding on her latest victim, number five, a
tall man who had to bend down to accommodate her access to his neck.  While
treating the man to a nice dose of venom the brute she’d fed from earlier
decided to regain her attentions.  The hulk came up from behind, reaching one
arm around her waist and the other between her legs, pulling her in his
direction.  He obviously wanted Michelle all to himself, not willing to share.

She disengaged her bite at the last second, just as the
brute jerked her up into his arms.  If she hadn’t released she’d have ripped
the poor guy’s throat out with her elongated razor fangs.  She went along with
the brute for a time, allowing him a moment’s fun.  He pulled her up tight,
stroking her intimately with his hand up her dress.  Aaron felt it when the man
penetrated Michelle with two fingers.  The guy was determined to keep her
around for the night.

Michelle taught Aaron to tolerate this behavior during
feeding.  The intimate, sensual experience usually involved a little touchy
feely.  They accepted the affections of their victims as a token of
appreciation for the blood offering.  But there were times when it went too
far.  The Brute had hit that mark, the situation had become troublesome.

She’s too damn attractive, too damn sexy
.  Michelle
elicited possessiveness and other aggressive responses in the men she fed
from.  She actually preferred feeding from women for this very reason, to avoid
the issues.  The chest-pounding territoriality of some men was outright
ridiculous.  They all wanted to have her, keep her, own her.  And when denied,
as they all were eventually, the passions she evoked could quickly turn
violent.  Aaron had fallen prey to these same passions to an extent.  He knew
firsthand the sexual frustrations and aggressions Michelle could arouse.

The brute reached a hand up to Michelle’s breasts, tweaking
her nipples, all the while continuing his fingerbang routine.  She went with
the flow, grinding into his hand.  She caught another inch of penetration,
working him as he worked her.  Aaron had no jealousy over her attentions to
this man.  These frail creatures could never truly
have
Michelle.  Can
the lamb truly have any kind of lasting relationship with the lioness?  Michelle
played with her food once in a while, a little fun, nothing more. 

But this guy didn’t get it.  He had no intention of letting
Michelle go,
ever
.  The possessive nature of the man reeked of an
overbearing asshole.

Gonna have to do something about this guy
.  Aaron
leaned down to Anastasia ensconced in his embrace, swaying happily to the
music.  “Lets go.  There’s someone I need to introduce to you.”  It wasn’t a request
or suggestion, it was an order.  They were going.  She was going with him.

He pulled Ana through the crowd, using his superior strength
to shove through the tightly packed masses.  He maintained an iron grip on
Ana.  No way he’d ever let her out of his sight again.  He’d lost her once this
night, and wasn’t taking any chances.  The crowd parted before him, bowling
pins jostled to either side.

He sensed Michelle’s irritation with the groping hands of
the brute.  She had her moment of fun and now wished to go her own way.  She
finished, but he had not.  Michelle debated whether or not to make a scene with
the man when Aaron arrived providing an alternate solution.  She caught his eye
sending a psychic plea.  
“
Thank you.  A little help,
s'il vous plaît
?”

Aaron acted instantly, pursuing Michelle’s desire to be free
of the man.

“You’ve had your fun, but she’s ready to leave now.  Let her
go!”  The last three words were spoken in a low rumbling growl.  The predator
skated very close to the edge of his mind.  Its aggression had begun to filter
through.