Passion And Fire (Passion #4)

by J. a Melville

  I stared at him for a moment before turning and walking from the stage, scooping up my top as I left. When I got out to the dressing room Melody was sitting in front of the mirror, making up her face in preparation for her routine. I passed Amy, one of the other dancers who was just on her way out to perform, as I walked into the dressing room, and she smiled at me as she rushed out, sparkling in a bright red bra and thong.

  I flopped down on one of the chairs in front of the mirrors and watched Mel finishing off her makeup. She looked stunning of course with her dramatic eye makeup and her blonde hair pulled up into a high ponytail.

  After watching her in silence for a few minutes I finally had to ask since curiosity was eating away at me. “So, how did it go?” I didn’t clarify what ‘it’ was since I wasn’t sure if she’d know what happened or whether Damien would have cleaned her mind of any memory of their night together.

  She turned to me and her lip curled up. “God, was that a waste of my fucking time. Ok, the man gave me several orgasms but with his tongue and his fingers, not that fucking cock you told me so much about.”

  I gaped at her in surprise. Damien was huge, he could put horses to shame and yet he hadn’t fucked her, if I was reading her complaints correctly. If he didn’t fuck her, he mustn’t have fed from her. She wasn’t talking about him being vampire, and she still remembered the evening so what the hell had happened?

  “What do you mean? Didn’t the man fuck you?”

  She snorted in an extremely un-lady like way. “Fuck me? You want to know if he fucked me. Well he fucked me with his fingers and he fucked me with his tongue, but the way I remember it, is a man has to be hard to actually fuck someone using his dick, and he wasn’t hard. Poor bastard couldn’t even make half-mast. If I’d hung my towel on it, it’d slip straight back off again. I don’t know who you had all that amazing sex with, that’s left you still walking a bit delicately two days after the event, but it can’t have been him. Fucking limp dick is all he is. Limp dick, bloody hell, of all the men I could have picked, I had to get limp dick. Bastard’s teasing me with that hot body, piercings and he can sure get a girl’s motor running but he can’t fucking deliver. If this happens to him often he could use some Viagra I reckon.”

  I stared at Melody in total amazement, even as I found a reluctant smile curving my lips. It was hard to imagine Damien being a ‘limp dick.’

  “I’ve gotta go.” She said, climbing to her feet. “I’m up next.”

  I watched her walk from the room to go and do her performance. With my mind going over all she’d said, I changed into my dress so I could begin working the floor. I chose an emerald green strapless dress that fit me as if it was a part of me. The bodice was like a corset and pushed my breasts up until they looked like they were about to spill over the top of it but appearances could be deceiving. It pushed my girls up high, but they weren’t in danger of breaking free and giving the men more of a show than I intended.

  I stepped into high heeled green shoes that had me towering at near six foot tall and I swept my pile of riotous curls over to one side, pinning the hair to keep it like that. With a quick spray of perfume to neck and wrists, I was about as ready as I was ever going to be to face the drunken groping men.

  When I stepped out the music was playing with that same monotonous heavy thump, thump as always, and as I walked around, I’d only taken a few steps when the first unwanted hand cupped my ass.

  I didn’t bother trying to remove it, I simply got his wrist to jerk up, throwing his own drink in his face and with an apologetic pout at him which was about as sincere as I could pretend to muster up, I continued through the crowd. Of course the fool had no idea how his drink ended up dripping off his face but that was the beauty of a crowded club like this. I could sneak a little telekinesis in without anyone being any the wiser. The club was busy, crowded; people’s drinks got spilled sometimes.

  I made my way through to the bar and grabbed a glass of water, swallowing it down quickly. It was hot and horrible in here tonight and I just wanted the evening to end so I could get the fuck home. I scanned the room at times wondering if Damien was still in the club. Was he here to see Melody? Maybe he wanted to see me, but I doubted it. I just seemed to piss him off most of the time. Still if he was after Mel, she might not be so interested after last night. She was disappointed that he hadn’t fucked her, but then he hadn’t fucked her as he couldn’t get it up. Maybe he’d been a bit sick or something? I mentally chastised myself. He was a fucking vampire. They didn’t get sick, did they?

  As I moved around the room, I felt something; a feeling like someone was watching me. I started looking around, pasting a fake smile to my face as I met the eyes of various hopeful looking men, while I tried to inconspicuously see who it was that was watching me. I’d nearly given up when I spotted him. He was leaning against the far wall, arms crossed over his chest and some woman was hanging onto his upper arm, her face tilted up while she spoke to him. Whatever she was saying, didn’t seem to be holding his attention as his eyes locked on mine, and with just that one look, reluctantly I felt a shiver of awareness course through my body.

  Damien

  Damien watched Flame as she moved around the club after she’d performed. She had changed obviously and was wearing a dress that matched her eyes perfectly. She looked stunning of course and as he watched her, he wondered what the fuck he was doing, why he was here watching her.

  He saw her eyes moving around the club a few times and he wondered if she was looking for him. He knew she’d seen him when she’d finished performing. Eva Louise, the annoying woman crapping on seemingly endlessly in his ear was hanging off his arm but he wasn’t listening to her. His eyes were on Flame. “Are you listening to me Damien? Can we dance? I’m tired of just standing here while you hold up the wall.”

  Reluctantly he dragged his gaze away from the bright haired woman making her way around the club, and allowed tonight’s choice for dinner and a fuck to drag him onto the dance floor. He looked down at her. As annoying as her incessant chatter was, she was pretty. Not beautiful, not striking like Melody and Flame but an attractive woman all the same.

  She had black hair which he suspected came from a bottle, cut short, a real pixie cut and she had it spiked with blood red tips. Her eyes were a brilliant shade of blue, her lips full and although tiny and quite slim, she had a more than ample chest on her. That ample chest was threatening to fall out of the tiny dress she wore, that was cut so low at the front, he wasn’t quite sure what was keeping her still inside the damn thing. The hem stopped just below the curve of her ass and as he followed her to the dance floor, he allowed his eyes to move over the sway of her hips and the shift of her buttocks under that skin tight dress.

  Once they got to the dance floor, she wrapped herself around him and began to move to the music. He allowed her to adhere herself to him and he heard her make some noise which sounded like a purr before she began to rub against him. He could smell her perfume, the scent of her shampoo and underneath it all was that scent of her arousal.

  He wanted to bite her, he wanted to feed but he couldn’t do it here and he wasn’t hard despite the way Eva Louise was rubbing against him. What the fuck was wrong with him? He was going to reluctantly have to speak to his sire. He could get hard at home and take himself in hand for that sexual release, but he couldn’t get an erection to fuck any of the women he saw and spent time with. This was Flame’s fault. Since her, he couldn’t get hard around another woman. What had she done to him? Had she somehow done something with her telekinesis? He wasn’t sure she could use it against him to stop him getting hard, but all he knew was it was beginning to frustrate him and if he was honest, it was worrying him. He wasn’t used to this happening and he sure as hell didn’t like that it was happening. She was taking his manhood away from him and he didn’t fucking like it.

  When the music finally ended Eva asked for a drink, and he was happy to peel her off him long enough to go and get it for he
r. He needed to get out of here and find someone to feed from. It was pointless looking for someone to fuck and it was pointless hanging around Eva Louise. She was treating him like a potential boyfriend and he had no interest in her other than to feed from and fuck. Since his damn cock wouldn’t respond in any way to her, and feeding from her couldn’t be done around here anyway, he contemplated giving her the drink and making an excuse to get the hell out of there. He might as well cut her loose and leave, since he had no intention of risking the same kind of humiliation he’d experienced with Melody.

  He turned with the drink once he’d paid for it and spotted Flame nearby. He walked towards her, his eyes moving down the length of her and as his gaze travelled down her long legs, those muscled thighs, shapely calves and slim ankles, he felt a stirring in his jeans.

  When he caught up with her, he touched her arm and she spun around, a flash of annoyance on her face until she saw him. “Oh it’s you.” Her tone wasn’t exactly leaving him with a warm and fuzzy feeling and it was his turn to look annoyed. What was it about this bloody woman that pissed him off so much? He’d never met one who could take him from zero to a hundred in a split second, on the need to strangle her speedometer. He ground his teeth together hearing them creak slightly as he fought for control before he answered her.

  “Wow, no wonder they employ you here. You sure know how to make a man feel welcome.” He ground out sarcastically. “Do they have to teach you that or it just comes naturally to you?”

  “I’m always nice.” She spat out and a burst of laughter erupted from him.

  “Babe you couldn’t be nice if they fucking held a knife to your throat and threatened you.” He grinned. “I’ve seen the way you smile at the men here who lust over you, and I’m not sure if you’re trying to smile or bare your teeth at them.”

  “Was there something in particular you wanted? I’m working and didn’t I see you with tonight’s selection from your blood menu?”

  His lips lifted up in amusement at the way she described Eva. “Would that be Eva Louise you’re referring to?” He asked. “I was just saying hello and is Melody working tonight?”

  She raised her eyebrows at him. “You want both women tonight? Feeling a bit horny are you? Well that would…” She stopped and shot a quick look at him before turning her head away, her lips moving as she mumbled something under her breath.

  Immediately she piqued his curiosity and he grabbed her arm to get her attention back on him. “What were you going to say?”

  She grinned. “Are you sure you want to know?” Her eyes moved up and down the front of him and he was pretty sure he knew where this was going. “It’s just that a little birdy told me that you’re.” She bent forward, cupping her mouth with one hand in an exaggerated manner. “Well, that you’re a…limp dick.” She began to laugh and he felt a mixture of anger and humiliation rising in him. Damn, Melody had been talking obviously.

  He yanked her towards him, nearly spilling Eva Louise’s drink which he still held in one hand. “Shut the fuck up Flame. You know I’m not a fucking limp dick. I heard my cock was so big you were sore the next day and couldn’t dance properly. Was I a limp dick then? Well was I?” He leaned forward until his face was right in hers, nearly nose to nose.

  “Hey Damien, you were taking so long I got lonely.” Eva Louise’s voice suddenly interrupted them and he silently groaned at her unwanted and poorly timed appearance.

  Reluctantly he turned to her, passing her the glass in his hand and she took it, reaching up to kiss him but he turned his head, her lips landing on his cheek instead. “So who is this?” She asked eyeing off Flame.

  Damien looked from one to the other and although both were attractive women, Flame was in a class of her own compared with Eva Louise. He sighed. “Flame, Flame this is Eva Louise.” He made the introductions hastily.

  “Don’t you work here?” Eva asked and he sighed. He didn’t want the two women making with the small talk.

  “Come on Eva, don’t bother Flame. Yes she works here, but I’m sure she has far more important things to do than talk with us.” He tried to steer her away.

  Before he could get her away though Flame turned to Eva, mischief in her eyes, and he cursed under his breath. “If you’re expecting to spend the night with him, he can show you a great time with his fingers and tongue apparently but don’t be expecting him to fuck you. The man’s got a huge fucking dick and pierced too apparently, but the poor dear’s a bit of a limp dick these days or so I’ve been told; can’t get it up.” She turned her bright green eyes to his, amusement shining in them and he curled his hands into fists trying to control the urge to bring them up and choke the fucking life right out of her. While he was at it, he needed to choke fucking Melody too for having such a big damn mouth.

  “What?” Eva Louise’s eyes turned to him. “Is this true? You can’t get it up? How does she know so much about you? Have you two had sex?”

  Flame must have realised she’d spent too much time talking to them already, because she mumbled something about having work to do, and hurried off into the crowd of men. Damien tried to follow her, but Eva yanking on his arm pulled him back.

  “Hell, I’m going.” She said. “If you can’t get it up then what’s the point?” She reached out and cupped him, taking him by surprise. He had felt signs of life in his jeans when he’d first spoken to Flame, but between her giving him shit about being a limp dick and then Eva Louise turning up, he’d lost that hint of an impending erection. “You are soft.” She gave him a look of disgust. “Thanks for the drink.” She waved it at him and with a final look of what seemed like pity to him, she disappeared into the crowd.

  Damien stared at her retreating back and felt anger rising in him. He was going to kill her; he was going to fucking kill Flame. She was driving him crazy and she was interfering with his hunt for someone to feed from and fuck. He had to stay away from this damn strip club. He wasn’t even sure why he’d come here. He wasn’t looking for a take two with Melody, and it wasn’t really the place to go to find women since it was nearly all men there, and he didn’t do men. He never had and he wasn’t about to start now.

  He knew he didn’t even want Eva Louise anymore. He’d been intending to say goodbye or just walk away when he’d encountered Flame and she had distracted him enough that Eva had come looking for him and then it had all gone to hell anyway.

  Damn that woman. She had made a fool of him, turned him into a joke and no woman had ever done that to him before. He’d never had a problem with not being able to get it up until Melody. It had to be Flame’s doing. Somehow or other she’d messed with him; used her ability to fuck with him, and make him incapable of getting hard. Bloody woman was fucking him up and fucking up his life. Well, he might not be able to fuck anyone right now but he could sure bite someone, and he figured it was only fair that Flame was the one to provide him with some blood.

  He wasn’t sure how much longer she had before she finished work for the night but he could wait. Hell, he wasn’t in a hurry to go anywhere; he had plenty of time. In fact he had all of fucking eternity to wait if he had to. With that decision made, he pushed his way through the crowd until he got to the doors leading out of the club and with one final look back over his shoulder but not seeing her anywhere, he walked outside to wait for her.

  Flame

  It was a relief when I finally finished for the night; to escape the noise and crowds of the club and head outside. I’d made it about halfway across the car park to my car when a shadow to my left peeled itself off from the other shadows and began to come towards me. I tensed, instantly on defence, ready to deal with some drunken idiot when I realised it was Damien.

  I grinned at him as I watched him walk towards me. “Well, if it isn’t Mr Limp Dick.”

  His hands balled into fists by his side, and I knew it probably wasn’t wise pushing a vampire like him, but I figured I would be able to keep him back by throwing things at him. Hell, there were a lot of cars in
the car park and I could move anything with my mind. The heavier they were, the more exhausted I felt afterwards but I could put up with a little fatigue if I had to ward him off.

  He advanced on me and in a burst of speed so quick he took me by surprise, he grabbed me and hauled me into his arms. I began to struggle but it was futile against his kind of strength and before I could think about throwing something at him, not a car since I didn’t want a vehicle to the back of the head, I was robbed of all thought when his lips slammed down on mine.

  As soon as my lips parted ready to protest, his tongue invaded my mouth and began to lick over mine, caressing me. His scent filled my nostrils, his taste and his beautiful smell seducing me. My hands that had been braced against his chest in an effort to break free relaxed and moved up until they circled his neck.

  I began to kiss him back, silently cursing my weakness with this man but he turned me on like no other man ever had. As I leaned into him, my fingers running through his hair, kissing him back with as much pent up passion as he was, I heard his groan, feeling it vibrate against my lips.

  His hands ran down my back, cupping my ass, pulling me into him and I felt it. I felt the huge bulge of his erection pressing into me, which finally registered in my lust filled brain, and I pulled free of his arms before he had time to react.

  I gasped for air as I met his turbulent eyes, seeing the obvious lust burning in them before I lowered mine to his groin, frowning at the ridge of his cock that I could see pressing against his jeans. He was no limp dick and as if reading my mind he chuckled. “I told you don’t call me a fucking limp dick.”

  “But why…?” I trailed off, frowning. “Melody said…” Again I fell silent.