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[color=#90F1FF]“Is it working?”[/color]

Celeste bit her lower lip, her fangs sinking in just enough to leave a faint impression on the flesh before releasing it with a slow, wet glide. Her pale eyes flicked up at him through thick lashes, heavy with intention. One shoulder rose in a lazy half-shrug, the movement deliberate, letting the robe slip just a tad. 

[color=8C2C23]“Maybe.”[/color]

She sipped her drink again, this time letting the liquid coat her lips in a glossy, sinful red before her tongue darted out to catch a stray drop. Her eyes never left his as she set the glass down with a soft clink. Her fingers traced idle circles around the rim, each rotation slower and slower. 

Then came his joke, that rough, velvet laugh of his. 

Her own laughter spilled out, low and honeyed. [color=8C2C23]“It isn’t for you, [i]cachorrito[/i]. But I’d say it’s a very happy coincidence.”[/color] She leaned in, close enough that her breath ghosted over his jaw. [color=8C2C23]“It’s short for something else. Something old.”[/color]

When he finally said he wanted her company, she smiled with faux innocence, leaning back in her seat like a cat who knew [i]exactly[/i] how tempting she looked curled up in the sun.

2002 Honda, you are coming home to Mama very, very soon. Now, she won’t have to take Halcyon’s poorly planned and shitty public transportation. 

[color=8C2C23]“You’re sweet,”[/color] she murmured, her hand sliding up one of his arms, freshly manicured nails grazing the fabric of his sleeve with just enough pressure to tease. She leaned in, a lot closer this time, her nose brushing his collar as she inhaled deeply, indulgent. A soft, pleased hum vibrated in her throat. 

God, he smelled good. 

All this nonsense about lycans reeking like wet dog? Bunch of bitchy vampire snobbery.

This one smelled dangerously intoxicating. 

[color=8C2C23]“Mm,”[/color] she purred, her lips nearly brushing his ear. [color=8C2C23]“I’m not cheap company, Luther.”[/color]

Her mouth hovered, a breath away from his skin. 

[color=8C2C23]“But I am very, very good.” [/color]

Just as her lips almost grazed his neck—

[color=gray]“Uh, Luna?” [/color]

If looks could kill—and Celeste really wished they did—Dalton would’ve been a smoldering pile of ash she’d pack into a sack in fling it out of the city. 

Celeste straightened with a slow, irritated blink, her expression pure murder as she turned to face the twitchy little interruption. 

[color=8C2C23]“What?”[/color]

Dalton swallowed hard. [color=gray]“There’s, uh… a client. Wants a dance. Or something.”[/color]

She exhaled, long and dramatic, then leaned just enough to peer over his shoulder. 

A vampire and his wide-eyed little fairy girlfriend. Twilight rejects from the look of it, if Twilight had been directed by a horny goth teenager.

Her eyes rolled before she could stop them. [color=8C2C23]“Go ask Gigi,”[/color] she drawled, waving a dismissive hand. [color=8C2C23]“I’m busy.”[/color]

Dalton stammered, but she had already turned back to Lurther, her fingers sliding around his arm with possessive intent. She stood in one smooth motion, pulling him with her. 

[color=8C2C23]“Come, [i]cariño[/i],”[/color] her lips brushed his ear as she tugged him closer, [color=8C2C23]“Before anyone else tries to steal me away.”[/color]

With a sultry smirk and a slow sway of her hips, she led him past the trio toward the black-painted doors of the private rooms. She left no doubt in his mind exactly what kind of night she had planned.












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