The Nightlife Moscow (Urban Fantasy and Paranormal Suspense) (The Nightlife Series Book 5) (3 page)

“No, Michelle. Not here. There are eyes watching
everywhere.”

He looked around the bar nervously as he pulled her back
towards the exit. She turned on him, ready to peel the skin off his face with
fangs bared. “
J’ai un faim de loup!
Take your hands off me or I eat you!”

His face paled and he let go of her. Her time to play had
run out. The fucking wolves were closing in. Nikolay came around the corner and
joined Anatoly with an identical scowl.

She surveyed the bar patrons with their greased back hair
and pale, sharp cheek bones, the mark of Eastern European features. The lucky
man at the table nearby locked eyes with her, and she moved. “Monsieur, can you
help me?” She was on him before the wolves could grab her. Leaning down low so
her cleavage held the man’s attention, she seemed to whisper in his ear as her
fangs latched onto his neck.

She wasn’t normally this abrupt. Surprised by her attack, the
man tried to jerk away, forcing her to squeeze him tight and hold him in place.
She sucked down every drop she could get, right up to the moment the wolves
pulled her off him.

“Connards!”
Assholes
.

Anatoly held her close, like a lover gone astray. His lips
brushed her ear as he whispered intimately. “We need to go Michelle. You’re
attracting too much attention.”

“Va te faire enculer chez les Grecs.”
Go
get fucked in the ass by Greeks
.

* * * *

“Are you warm enough?” Aaron hugged Katya, and she leaned
into his embrace.

It didn’t cost her anything to let him wrap his arm around
her. His gesture, though immature and possessive, put a slight smile on her
lips. She couldn’t recall a time when she had this intensely physical reaction
to a man. Aaron sent tingles up and down her body with nothing more than a
look, a smile, a warm hug.

He held her close as they followed Ivan and Urvashi into
411
,
one of the many strip clubs splattered all across the city. Lit with black
lights, glowing white g-string panties and neon-painted naked dancers, the
place was a constant flash of jiggly sex. Passing one writhing naked woman
after another, Katya hoped these ladies weren’t victims of the otrok dealer.
From the hungry looks they poured over Aaron, it seemed that the men were the
victims in this place.

Several women approached, surrounding her and Aaron with
glowing painted nipples. One woman had a neon orange arrow pointed down at the
artful glowing petals of a flower – her shaved pussy. Nothing but fluorescent paint
covered her smooth skin. What the hell was she being paid for? Her clothes were
long gone. Katya wondered how often they had to redo her pussy paint job after
she finished
dancing
with her clients.

It seemed that in the short time Katya had known these
strange vampires, they were forever spending their evenings in places like
this. If it wasn’t hunting down Jamison and Albanian gangsters, it was hunting
the latest designer drug. Katya couldn’t care less if a few addicts did the funky
chicken in the back alley after shooting up. She hadn’t come to Moscow for the
otrok. She was here to kill Dmitri and his traitorous bitch, Kristina. They
would pay with their lives for murdering Katya’s fallen brothers.

The strip club and all this concern over
otrok
did
provide a convenient distraction. The pack placated Urvashi to secure her help in
taking down the bastard Dmitri. Trolling the mafia hovels of Moscow was a small
price to pay to get what Katya wanted.

Ivan and Urvashi stepped up to the bar, no doubt bribing the
bartender –
another nude woman
. Aaron held back, his arm still squeezing
Katya tight. His fingers traced her chin as he leaned in for a sweet, deep
kiss. She preferred having his lips on her neck, but she didn’t complain as the
warmth of his tongue caressed her mouth with a delicious glide. She leaned into
him, seeking more, needing more. Somehow, this creature turned her into an
affectionate sex kitten with a single kiss.

Ivan tapped her shoulder and pulled her from a world of
sensual abandon. She had to blink several times to get her eyes to focus on her
brother wolf as she licked her lips, wishing Aaron’s lips were still there.

Ivan winked. “Sex later. First we have a date with Natalya.”

* * * *

Aaron held hands with his bloodslave as he followed Ivan and
Urvashi through a hallway into the back. One of the security men led the four
of them to a curtained room and seated them in the semicircular booth that
surrounded a raised dance platform. He mumbled something in Russian and Ivan
nodded at him as he closed the curtain and disappeared.

A thin, dark-haired, tiger-stripe painted woman parted the
curtains and looked at the four of them with a frown. Like all the other
painted escorts, her orange neon stripes glowed vibrantly in the black light,
but did nothing to hide the fact she was butt naked. She looked each of them up
and down, her eyes lingering on Aaron. Aaron’s probe speared her mind and
caught a brief glimpse of her thoughts. She had a confused jumble of
apprehension and excitement at the potential opportunity. She recognized
immediately that Aaron was an American, and wanted to take him for a ride, if
she could somehow separate him from the woman holding his hand. Americans
always overpay, and in dollars instead of rubles.

Digging deeper into her head, her eyes widened, and suddenly
a wall closed off her mind, blocking Aaron out completely.
She knew
. She
had sensed him delving into her thoughts.
How strange.

She started for the curtains, like she intended to leave,
but Aaron snagged her arm and pulled her back inside none-too-gently. Ivan
stood up and surrounded her. “Zhenschina-tigr, where are you going in such a
hurry?”

She shook her head and tried to pull away, fear evident in
eyes. Aaron took her striped painted face in his hands. He flashed his fangs as
his eyes bore into her soul, letting the depth of his gaze seat into her
psyche. “We don’t want to hurt you. We just need to know about the otrok. Give
us what we need and you can go.”

With the skin contact, he slipped past her mental block and
dug through her head into a dark mess of panic, arousal, and a mind twisted by
addiction.

“She’s high. Just shot up.” Aaron reached down between her
legs and soaked his finger in her drug-induced wetness. She shuddered as he
drew away his finger, and her eyes watched him with darkening arousal. Though
she knew she stood amidst killers, the crazy whore was ready to be fucked, too
hyped on venom to care. “She’s been using
otrok
for a while.”

Ivan crowded in. Aaron watched the trepidation in her eyes
flickering between fear and arousal. She knew something was wrong, but she was
still game for sex. The woman would probably fuck them both at the same time –
if the price was right.

Ivan growled in her face. “Where is our Tiger Lady getting
the drug?”

Bam,
her arousal flipped to fear and anger. She shook
her head. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” She tried to pull away once
more, but Aaron squeezed her arm tighter in his powerful grip.

True terror flashed in her eyes, and Aaron began to feel
sorry for this beautiful hot mess of woman. Her eyes appealed to him for mercy.
“You don’t know what he will do to me.”

Aaron pulled her in closer, trying to find a way past the
block in her mind. His telepathic connection strengthened with touch, but it
wasn’t enough to get a clear picture. He kissed her on the lips and again slipped
two fingers into her slippery wet pussy.

Fear, anxiety, and excitement warred in her mind. She wanted
him, sensed he was exactly what she needed –
a vampire
. The truth slid
down his spine in a cold shiver. He pulled his wet fingers out of her and
stepped away, shocked at the cascading revelations.

He knew the thing she feared most –
Dmitri
– or his
retribution. “She’s getting it directly from Dmitri. She’s his bloodslave. He’s
beaten her before, and won’t hesitate to kill her. She fears him more than us.”

Suddenly Urvashi was there, slipping past Ivan to rest her
hands on the Tiger Lady’s shoulders. Urvashi focused her angular Persian gaze
on the addict and Aaron watched her persuasive aura flow into the woman. “Where
is the drug? Give us the otrok.”

Tiger Lady’s knees collapsed, and Aaron snatched her up in
his arms to keep her from hitting the floor. Urvashi’s power had bowled over
her drug-hazed mind. The bloodslave’s eyes rolled back into her head.

“Can’t you see what you’re doing to her? Back off.” Aaron
cast a stern look at his master.

Urvashi let go of the woman and snapped her fingers. “Wake
and tell me what I need to know.” The powerful command echoed through his own
head as well as the fuzzy mind of the unconscious Tiger Lady. Her eyes
fluttered open and she spoke something unintelligible in Russian.

Katya leaned over Aaron’s shoulder to catch the Tiger Lady’s
eyes. “Show us.”

That’s when Tiger Lady’s mind cleared and Aaron saw what he
needed to know. The vials were kept in a safe in the back room. She knew the
code. She had put them there.

“I know where they are. Here.” He handed the half-conscious
bloodslave to Ivan. “Give me a minute.”

Swiping his fingers across the curtains, Aaron wiped the
paint and wetness off his hands and made his way through the dark passages to another
curtained room. A wooden stand like a torture device from The Inquisition,
featuring large x-shaped steel bars with leather restraints at each end loomed
in the middle of the space. Staring at the strange contraptions with a frown,
he finally understood – he’d found the bondage room. This place served all
manner of clientele.

Biting back a goofy grin, he shook his head. He faced a
cabinet that housed a collection of condoms, dildos, strap-ons, padded handcuffs,
and even a power tool that had a foot-long fat ass rubber cock mounted on the
end of it.
Someone could do serious damage with that bad boy
. He considered
stealing some of these gadgets to use in his bedroom.

Yeah right
. Michelle, Katya and Urvashi would
probably gang up on him, and he’d find himself tied down and royally fucked.

He pushed the cabinet aside. Its wheels rolled away smoothly
to reveal a hidden black safe set into the wall. He tapped the keypad with the
numbers Tiger Lady had memorized and
click,
the door popped open.
Easy
peasy
. He briefly considered how simple it might be to get into a bank
vault the same way. Glean the vault codes from bank employees, find out where
they left their keys, learn the security protocols…

A large beefy guy dressed in jeans, a black leather coat and
a black
411
t-shirt blocked the door to the room and spit off a
challenge in Russian.

There goes my career as a smooth criminal.

Aaron didn’t bother listening to any more of the man’s crap.
He knew a thug when he saw one. In a split second. he crossed the room and
slammed his fist in the meathead’s face. The guy landed on his back several feet
into the hallway, down for the count. Aaron returned to the safe, grabbed the
wooden box filled with three vials of
otrok
and headed back toward Ivan
and gang in the curtained dance room.

He had a bad feeling coming on. This place, the employees,
they were Russian mafia, somehow connected to Dmitri. The snatches of truth he
caught from Tiger Lady made at least that much clear. They’d waltzed into the
den of their enemy, minutes from being discovered. If Ivan’s fears were real,
they needed to get the fuck out. Now.

Urvashi already headed his way, riding at the edge of his
mind, well aware of his concerns. Ivan and Katya followed with the stripper.

“You got what you wanted! Let me go!” Tiger Lady had
regained her wits, and her mind resonated with trepidation about Dmitri finding
out they had taken the otrok. Mixed into her boiling emotions was an
overlapping fury at the fact they were stealing her supply. Dmitri wouldn’t let
her have more any time soon.

Aaron leaned into Ivan and whispered. “She’s just an addict,
Dmitri’s sex slave. Leave her. We need to get out –
now
.”

Aaron pulled the woman out of Ivan’s grip and looked her
directly in the eyes, letting his mesmerizing gaze take hold. “Go now if you
want to live. Never speak of this.”

She nodded and backed away into the darkness of the
backrooms. Her only thought was of getting out the door, as far away from Aaron
and Ivan as possible. She didn’t even bother grabbing any clothes. Aaron hoped
her painted, naked ass didn’t freeze to death in an alley somewhere.

* * * *

Michelle struggled not to fall on her face in her Gucci
boots as she slogged through the frozen streets of Moscow behind Aaron and
Urvashi. The icy wind blew flakes of snow up her skirt and tickled her inner
thighs with harsh, cold fingers. They stood out front of the hotel, waiting for
Nikolay to bring the black Mercedes rental Michelle had paid for.

No one in Russia knew Michelle by name. So, she signed all
the checks and registrations, keeping the paper trail of their movements effectively
obscured.
Michelle de Mornac
funded their entire hideout. She could
afford it, but the pack insisted on reimbursing her costs. She’d be willing to pay
the bill on her own if they’d let her feed properly. The
bouffon
wolves wouldn’t
let her out in public.

Last week, Ivan had argued vehemently to keep Michelle indoors
at all times, apart from check-in and check-out. “She attracts too much
attention! Look at her! She walks in the room and every prick from here to
Siberia is pointing at her.” He’d adjusted the lump in his crotch as evidence
of the fact. “How can you not notice her?” The wolves laughed and all agreed in
their heavy Slavic accents.
No, no,
Michelle cannot go out
.

Yet, here she stood, freezing her ass off, waiting for the
wolves to bring the fucking car. She noticed Aaron and Urvashi watched the
streets, nervously looking back over their shoulders as if seeking someone. Who
did they expect to find out in this frozen cesspool of slush and grime? Something
had kicked up their paranoia.

After untold minutes frozen shivering torture, finally the
damned wolves brought the rental Mercedes SUV to the curb. The car splashed frozen
brown mush over the toes of her twelve-hundred dollar leather boots. Nikolay
and Anatoly, wolf pack mercenaries, stepped out to snatch up the luggage. As
bags were tossed in the hatchback and everyone jockeyed for a seat, Michelle
realized she had nowhere to sit in this
merde
rental car. Ivan leaned
back into the last seat so fast you’d have thought they played musical chairs.

Conasse
.

He grinned at Michelle as he patted his thigh. “Sit here.”

They should have rented a bus.

She growled low. “Lèche mon cul.”
Kiss my ass
. “I
will take a cab.”

Ivan reached out and snagged the hem of her jacket to pull
her into the car. He puckered his lips, as if he planned to accommodate her
request. “There is room. I will keep you warm.” The last of his words devolved
into a growl. His eyes twinkled in mischief.

Michelle didn’t wait another second out in the cold. She
slid right onto Ivan’s lap and wiggled her ass down until her crotch settled on
the growing lump in his pants.

Served the bastard right.

Anatoly pulled off into the flow of traffic, and turned the
radio to one of the many obnoxious Russian rap stations. She leaned back into
Ivan’s broad chest. He vibrated against her with the low rumble of his
laughter. The scent of his animal musk assaulted Michelle’s senses. Full-size
fangs dropped in her mouth and her stomach issued a gut-churning noise. She
should have been satisfied feeding from the men in the bar, but something about
Ivan made her especially thirsty. These wolves tasted delightful.

Urvashi leaned into Aaron with a kiss and whispered low.
“You haven’t been feeding your pet.” Urvashi winked at Michelle and rubbed her
lips up on Aaron’s cheek. “She looks like she could take a chunk out of poor
Ivan right now.”

Ivan’s hands suddenly held Michelle’s hips, as though
preparing for something. “You don’t want this old white meat. Too tough and gamey.”
He was teasing, but his voice held an edge of tension. The wolves all knew what
Aaron had done to Katya, a much-lamented issue among them.

Michelle focused all her considerable charms on Ivan,
twisting to face him, nose to nose.
Mon deux,
he smelled so good. All
that warm blood just beneath the surface. His animal tang only added to her
hunger. She’d tasted Katya and knew precisely how delicious these creatures
were. Before he knew what was happening she had slid up her skirt and flipped
around to straddle his lap. The hard bulge of his cock pushed against her pubic
bone as she sniffed up his jaw line.

“Michelle, this is not …”

Her eyes held him in place, unblinking, and she curved her
warm pussy all over his hard groin in a slow circular movement that had his
eyes turning golden with wolf. The creature was there, just beneath the
surface, and flowing through his veins.

A reaching hand came from the front seat, trying to grab her
jacket. “Leave him be!”

Michelle slinked off her coat to evade Katya’s grasp without
breaking Ivan’s gaze. “You like me, Ivan, don’t you?” She whispered a kiss
across his lips and continued dry-fucking him. “One little bite won’t hurt. You
trust me, don’t you?”

Ivan’s head nodded ever so slightly in hypnotized agreement,
and she struck the side of his neck like a viper.

“Fucking cunt! Get off him!” Katya went ballistic in the
front seat.

Michelle reached down and clicked the lever to lean Ivan’s
seat back out of Katya’s reach. Scuffling sounds and curses came from Katya scrambling
to get between the front seats into the back.

Aaron’s low growl accompanied his snapped command. “Relax!
She’s not hurting him. Trust me!” His arm shot out to stop Katya from climbing
in the back.

Michelle wasn’t hurting Ivan, not really. She did grind
through a dry hump until he convulsed beneath her, and the warmth of his seed
wet his pants. She let go of him after precisely one minute of feeding. That
was her rule. One minute, no more. The rule kept her conveniently unattached
and helped avoid stalker problems.

She turned around to Katya, patted Ivan’s scruffy cheek and
grinned with her bloody lips. “
C’est bien
. I take good care of this one.
Don’t worry. We are friends,
non?
” She ground her hips on him once more,
appreciating the warmth of Ivan’s sizeable crotch. “We had a little fun.
Ça
ne casse rien
.”
It is nothing.

Anatoly’s amber wolf eyes watched Michelle from the
rear-view mirror, his hands in a white-knuckle grip on the steering wheel. “If
you hurt him, I will cut you from cunt to chest and leave your guts across the
rooftops of Moscow.”

Michelle blew him a kiss and licked the rest of Ivan’s blood
off her lips. “I hope you try. I’m still hungry.”

“I’m fine! Stop fighting.” Ivan’s hand gripped Michelle’s
ass firmly and he grinned with eyes fully dilated, high as a kite on her venom.

Michelle held her prey delicately, appreciatively. She knew
how to handle these moments. She knew what men needed from her and had no
problem giving it. Men couldn’t keep away from her. They flocked to her side everywhere
she went. Once they had a shot of the venom in her teeth, she owned their
asses. She took great pains to ensure the effect was not permanent.

Aaron watched her cautiously. Though he’d had no choice when
he saved Katya, Michelle wished he hadn’t brought another complicated woman
into their lives. It was bad enough dealing with the damned Persian princess
who thought she ran the show. Add Katya in the mix, and their lives had become
a mess of bitchy drama scenes, usually related to the wolf who refused to
accept the harsh reality of her situation.

Her moment with Ivan came to an abrupt end when the left
side window exploded in her face. A barrage of automatic gunfire tore through
the car. Bullets, glass, screams and frigid air blasted across the interior. Something
smacked her left shoulder hard, and seconds later something hammered into the
left side of her head.

Ivan pulled her down on top of him, cursing in Russian,
right up to the moment she blacked out.

* * * *