Soul Mates 04: Secrets(18)

I looked around, searching for my guys, and could just see the top of George's head as he made his way through the crowd. He didn't know where I was, judging by the way he was looking around.



I slipped backward out of the metal door, and I turned, only to run right into Leland's massive chest. "Going somewhere?"



"I'm hungry."



He pointed to the doors of the club. "And food's right inside if you'd stop worrying about us and worry about feeding."



"Easy for you to say," I snapped. "You don't have three fucking goons on your tail. You know what? Just fuck it. Take me home."



"Sir?"



"Don't fucking sir, me. You heard me: I want to go home. Make it happen."



If nothing else, I'd find Nikolas or Sabaan& Someone would feed me.



Or at least I hoped they would.



* * *



I paced back and forth across my bedroom, trying to decide whether it was worth it to even try to go out hunting again. I'd fed two days before, but I was so hungry now I could bleed a rat and it would taste good. I wanted to feed and feed deep, so I couldn't rely on Nikolas or anyone else in the coven to provide me with that much blood.



I need a good, healthy donor . or a few . and I'd be well sated. At least for a few more days. It was best if I fed every day to try to avoid this surge of hunger, but the only way to do that was with a constant supply of dedicated donors.



And I just couldn't do that.



Resigned to a long night ahead, I called George's cell and asked him to meet me at the side doors so we could go out.



"You going to try to run this time?"



"You want the truth?"



"I'd rather not go there," he said quickly. "We'll be there shortly."



I made it to the side entrance before they did and paced, wishing they'd hurry the hell up. I was just about to call George back when he, Mitch, and Leland walked up.



"You ready?"



"I've been ready," I said, walking past them to the garage. "Let's go, I'm hungry."



The ride was silent until we got near Nine. "Want to start at Nine again?"



"No." I shrugged. "Pick a place and surprise me."



George sighed and continued driving for a few more blocks. He stopped in front of a club that I couldn't remember the name of. It was Flame or Fire&something like that. It was a gay club, but not one of the best around.



I got out of the Tahoe and paused before walking in. "Seriously, guys. Try not to look like you're my security detail. You scare away more potential donors that I can count."



Mitch grumbled under his breath and I ignored it and walked into the club. Apparently, Thursday nights were seventies night. Each and every guy I found was dressed in some polyester and sequin disaster of a suit, sporting fake mustaches and bad hairdos.



Great.



I quickly found a guy coming out of the bathroom who looked pretty well built and healthy. He didn't wear one of those terrible one-piece suits, but a tacky pair of brown paints and a brown and tan plaid shirt. His hair was a little on the long side, but it looked real.



I could deal with that.



I made my way toward him with a smile. "Come here often?"



Yeah, it was a terrible line, but sometimes it worked.



"I might if everyone looked like you."



"Well if everyone looked like me, there'd be a decided lack of variety." I put on the charm as he met my eyes, willing his compliance. He backed up into one of the corner walls near the bathroom door and I smiled. "You like to play?"



He nodded and reached for me, and I took control of the situation. I moved in quickly and set my fangs, then bit deep. He groaned and struggled for a moment, but he wasn't struggling to get away. He struggled to make contact with my hips, with my thigh, with anything he could rub himself against to get off.



I fed a little, but his blood lacked that richness I was looking for. He was probably anemic, which took a lot out of his blood. I didn't want sex with him, though. Not even close. I licked the wound closed and put it in his head that he'd had a good time in the bathroom with a stranger, and left him there in the dark corner, getting himself off.



Yeah, it was probably wrong, but I didn't have the time to fuck around with every potential donor tonight.



When I turned around, none of my guys were in sight. I wondered how in hell I could have managed to get so lucky, but didn't wonder long. Instead, I made my way out the front door and quickly hailed a cab.



"Where to?"



"Just drive," I said, looking out the back window to make sure I wasn't being followed. Once we were a few blocks away, I tried to think of where I wanted to go next. Our own club was still a way off from being finished. We'd decided to rebuild, bigger and better than ever. Safer than ever, too. Crews had been working for nearly seven months around the clock, trying to like hell to get the bonus pay for finishing ahead of schedule. But there was only so much that could be done at once.