Aamon leads me away from the chaos towards the bar, where I start to sway again, attracting unwanted attention from other men. Unsurprisingly, this makes Aamon growl possessively at anyone who gets too close.
"Relax," I tease, wrapping my arms around his neck. He responds by pulling me closer, a satisfied grin spreading across his face. His hands are squeezing my ass when I feel his fingers teasing the hem of my short skirt. "You have no underwear on," he growls when his fingers skim my ass cheeks. "Panty lines," I tell him, knowing the dress is too tight, and shows every line.
He turns, pushing me against a bar growling about the vampires in the club, accusing them of being power-hungry and drawn to the energy I omit. "It's because I'm supposed to manifest soon," I tell him.
"Well, you
