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The bar smelled like stale beer and peanuts. A mixture of desperation and a need for an outlet clung to the air. The bodies moved together like a horde of deviants either looking to get laid or wasted, anything to get their minds off their everyday lives.
And I loved every second of it.
A small smile played on my lips as my eyes scanned the room. A large breasted woman in a cheetah print dress threw her big hair back and laughed. The man five shots in and dying to bury his face in her cleavage beamed down at her, clearly expecting a big payout for his efforts.
“Adara!”
I glanced away from the couple to a devilishly handsome man at the end of the bar. He was a ginger with hazel eyes without a hint of freckles who smirked and held his empty glass out to me.
My ankle boots clicked over the wood floor on my way over to him, my swaying hips causing every patron, male and female alike, to look my way.
Conceited? I liked to call it confident, but I knew how my ass looked in these leather pants, and my backless shirt showed off my smooth skin, only marred by the Phoenix tattoo spread across my shoulders.
If they’d seen the front of me, they might have thought differently though. My breasts were great, but with my shirt off, no one ever looked at my breasts first.
“What are you doing wearing a ginger, Marcus? Weren't you in a sassy little blonde last week?” I flashed my teeth at him, leaning my elbow on the counter of the bar as I picked up the bottle of jack. Pouring him a generous cup, I filled a glass of my own, clinking it with his before downing it. My eyes never left his hazel, laughing gaze as the Jack burned down my throat.
“Your friend...” he growled out, snapping his teeth at me. “Muriel. She’s been riding my ass. Had to find a new face.”
I laughed and tossed my long black braid over my shoulder. “Well, stay out of her way, and you won't have that problem.”
Marcus’s gaze dipped down to my chest where my nipples pressed against the thin fabric. Licking his lips, he growled for a whole other reason. “You shouldn't hang out with such unsavory characters.”
Snorting, I poured another glass for us both, ignoring the looks I was getting. I owned the damn place; if I wanted to drink, I would. “She's an angel. Hardly unsavory.”
“And I’m a demon, but you don't see me hanging around with her kind.”
“You are under the misunderstanding that Mary is a scum ball like half the pieces of shits in this bar.” A guy next to Marcus flashed his fangs at me. “No offense,” I told the vamp, then to Marcus, I said, “She's not fallen, and if I were you, I'd stay out of her way.”
“She is looking for a straight trip back to Hell,” he warned me as if it wasn't news to me. Except he thought it was a threat. Well, was he in for a surprise.
Grabbing his glass from him, I dumped the rest of his Jack in the small sink behind the bar. “If you know what's good for you, you'll leave town. I might not hunt anymore, but I won't stop her from gunning you down.”
Marcus’s lip curled up in a sneer. “Like she could—"
I slapped my hand on the counter, my hand lighting up with my inner fire. Marcus jerked back, and several patrons looked our way. I hissed and let out a breath, the fire dispersing with it.
“Get out of my bar. Now.”
Marcus rolled his shoulders and huffed. “Crazy bitch.”
When he left, I flashed the vampire who still sat at the bar a flirty grin. “Wanna get out of here?”
Taken back by my sudden change of attitude, the dark-haired vamp took a second to contemplate if I was serious before nodding vigorously. Thirty minutes later we were upstairs in my apartment above the bar, my legs wrapped around his waist as he buried his cock and fangs in me.
“Oh, yes! Just like that.” I hissed out, my fingers curled in his hair as I pressed him against the wall and closer to me.
The vampire, whose name I still didn't know, grunted and bit down harder. His hips gyrated against me. Pleasure and pain ripped through me, and I gasped. My insides whirled with a hot fire that begged to be released.
I held it back.
Couldn't light my date up or none of them would come to my bar again. It took a long time to get them to trust that I wasn't going to kill them all if they stepped the wrong way.
We whirled away from the wall and stumbled across the room. I laughed and dropped my legs, shoving the vamp away from me. Blood dripped down his lips. My blood. His brows furrowed. I smirked and gave him another shove until the back of his knees hit the edge of my bed and he was on his back.
Climbing on top of him, his eyes flicked to the scars crisscrossing over my chest for just a second before he cupped my breasts. Humans didn't understand, not the normal non-magical variety. They saw the scars and thought there was something wrong with me.
Vampires. Angels. Demons. Phoenixes. We were all part of the same fucked-up cycle that spun around and around until the world burned away.
With a grin that was more vicious than seductive, I lowered myself onto him. Impaling myself on his cock, I savored the mixture of surprise and pleasure on his face.
With a roll of my hips, I groaned, “I hope you’ve had your fill because I’m going to rock your undead world.”