So Albert has some dirty dancing moves, too. Now, Hana is alone with the trio. It's just a walk home. What could go wrong?
I don’t know what transpired between Hana kneeing me in the balls, an attack I’m willing to forgive but likely won’t forget, and willingly dancing with us. I don’t think she knows about the bet. If Pamela overheard us and told Hana, she would not have danced with any of us. If she knew, Hana likely would’ve either come out throwing fists or left to plot our deaths. My groin can attest she’s not shy about violence. So I wouldn’t let myself worry about her knowing our bet. I want to know what Pamela said or gave Hana to make her more welcoming to us. Whatever she did, I believe Pamela had just earned an A in my class. Not that she doesn’t deserve a good grade on her actual work. Thus far, she’s proven to be an insightful student. She apparently can work magic to get Hana compliant. And as grateful as I am for whatever she did, I’m more grateful the girl was willing to leave Hana with us to go upstairs with Malcolm. Suggesting that Malcolm took the girl to his room wasn’t the worst thi
I thought they’d either not follow or only follow the normal way. I was wrong. They didn’t believe the number of humans present at the party was a reason to refrain from using teleportation to get ahead of me—sneaky bastards. I should have been prepared for it, so it was my fault for thinking they’d be more discreet. Albert opened his mouth as if using their powers publicly wasn’t annoying enough. Sure, I’ll own that I am sensitive on that subject and prone to overreact, primarily with violence. However, that doesn’t stop him from implying I’d run to my dad instead of dealing with them. I don’t care that he’s been drinking strictly from blood bags. Even if a small part of me was happy to hear he’s changed his diet since meeting me. And don’t get me started on their pet names. Between Isak calling me darling and Aidan calling me Leannan, I didn’t need Albert calling me Liebling. I may have grown up as a badass like my dad and stepmother, or I like to think I am, but I still have sof
If a slightly intoxicated Hailie had approached me under different circumstances, I’d have been inclined to give her what she wanted. And by different circumstances, I don’t simply mean approaching me while I’m with Hana. Hana standing right there was a good enough reason to refuse Hailie and other women; that’s not the only factor. I’d not have thought twice if I hadn’t had this bet with my friends. However, I plan to win this bet, and that can’t happen if I fuck and feed as I please. However, I realized someone had already fed on the girl and did a poor job of using compulsion on her. I’ll have to learn who that was and teach them a lesson. Mess-ups like this catch the attention of human arthritis, the guild, and worse, the order. I’d rather not see some fledgling vampires turn to dust because no one taught them any better. I swear it’s like vampires are hardcoded not to give guidance to those they sire. I am, thankfully, old enough that my use of compulsion is flawless. You can’
I am not in Bloodmoon. I cannot just beat the CRAP out of Hailie. This is the real world. In the real world, hospitalizing this drunk bitch would be assault. Also, I’d feel bad for beating up an intoxicated person. I don’t know if she’d say that shit while sober, so it wouldn’t be right to hurt her for it. Now if she said that shit while sober, a whole different story, I’d still have to control the violence, but I wouldn’t have just taken it without making a cutting remark of my own, at the very least. It’s not like Hailie was the first to comment on my lack of assets. This is why I easily had the answer of being a card-carrying member of the itty bitty tittie committee. I learned quickly that if I had a flaw, I better own it. Sure, I’m still an A cub. Big deal. It’s not like I’m flat-chested. I learned to buy the right bras and tops to accent what I have. I don’t need big tits to get males. Dad told me I got my mother’s figure. She found love, which means I can do it too. It just wo
It’s been a week since the DKE party. We didn’t end the night with plans with Hana or her agreeing to stop avoiding us. I did think we’d made progress that night. She’d looked out of her window and made eye contact. And while she hasn’t outright disappeared when I’ve spotted her around campus, she’s always had a reason she couldn’t do more than say hi and bye. I need to be proactive in my pursuit. We’re already halfway into October, which may not seem like a big deal, but it does mean there are only seven weeks left of the semester. Then, it’s highly likely that Hana will return to Bloodmoon for the winter holidays. Sure, the winter holidays are only for a couple of weeks. That’s two weeks we wouldn’t have access to h. We’re already flirting with danger, so going to Portland for a chance to see her and win this bet puts us too close for comfort to Logan. What I need is an in. I need a way to see Hana or at least get her number to set up a date. Yes, I said date. Please don’t read i
I’ve not actively avoided the stooges this week. I’m also not giving them the time of day beyond simple greetings in passing. I have classes to focus on, which will always be more important than these fools and their stupid bet. I know I told Pam I’d play them back. I’m unsure how to do that without making things worse. I’m not a player, despite what some may think due to my casual relationships with Iver, Evan, and Shamus. That was different; there weren’t any secrets, and we were all on the same page. I’m not on the same page as Isak, Aidan, and Albert. They may be on the same page, but that’s not the same. I’ve been conflicted on how to handle them all week. Even to the point, I thought about calling home for advice. I decided against it for a couple of reasons. First, I don’t want Dad or Uncle John to hear this. Otherwise, I couldn’t think of anyone who could give good advice about my circumstances. No one I know has been in this situation. I can already imagine the answers I’d
I was skeptical when Malcolm told me Hana agreed to the double date. It felt too easy. I was right. Her agreement was begrudging. I could work with that, though. She may say she only came for her friend, but no one forced her into those tight leather pants that hugged her subtle curves. They look like they’ll be difficult to remove, but I will happily put in the time and effort needed to peel them off tonight. I know I sound cocky. Maybe I’m too confident, but I’ll take being too optimistic over second-guessing my every move. It won’t matter that Hana was still wearing her charm bracelet. Well Thumbed’s atmosphere and activities could make even a nun second guess her vows. Hana is bound to get caught up in the sexually charged atmosphere. Then I can claim victory, and this bet will be over so we can return to normal. I’ll have fucked my infatuation with Hana out of my system, and all will be right in the world. When we reached Well Thumbed, I couldn’t help but smile at Pam’s conf
I knew it. I knew whatever club Aidan was taking us to wouldn’t be normal. What possessed Aidan to bring me HERE on a date? He put zero thought into asking for me to come here. Pam might be all for this place, and that’s great for her and Malcolm. However, I’m not. This is sooo not my vibe. I know everyone has some kink. I do my best not to think about what twisted shit people in my pack and family do behind closed doors. I’m not close to the Sicilian alphas, but I know enough that at least two have darkrooms. I probably shouldn’t be aware of that, but Colby and Azriel love to tease Darren about the sex room at his villa in Madonie. What consenting adults do in private is their business. The sign behind the bar featuring gold paddles with red hearts and red leather straps that crisscross to form an infinity heart above the gold words ‘Well Thumbed Members Only’ doesn’t make this private. I don’t call having sex in an open room with dozens of other people private. If there were mass