Forbidden Love

Chapter 10

{Emily}

I took a quick shower before changing into my red bodycon dress. It was strapless and covered my body like a glove. It fell just above my knee in the middle of my thigh. It's nice to let loose once in a while. I wore black stilettos. For accessories, I wore a black lace choker and black hoop earrings. My pink gloss shone on my lips seductively. 

Jasmine, Julia, and I headed to Club 98 that was on the boundary between werewolf and vampire territory. So it was a neutral area.

"We don't need any guys sucking our blood tonight," Jasmine commented. She was the one who refused to go to an all-vampire club. "They all want a taste of us."

"Then you don't need to worry because we're here," I drawl, hopping out of the car. Our heels shone in the moonlight and Julia took extra precaution staring at it. 

"The Red Moon is coming up soon," Julia sighed. The Red Moon occurred every two months. Every single female vampire fell victim to carnal desire. It's a vampire version of a wolf in heat but more extreme. You crave the touch of your mate, whether you found yours or not. To put it simply, you crave his d**k. Or the s*x he could give you. 

"Is this why we're going out now?" I ask.

"Totally. Being locked up for three days is not the vibe," Jasmine pouted, adjusting the spaghetti straps of her apricot pink bandage top. "Especially if you don't have a man toy to fuck."

"You mean a beloved?" Julia sighed again. We showed our ID's to the bulky guard at the entrance. He gave us a nod before we entered. The first scent that hit me was alcohol. The music overpowered every voice but the screams of ecstasy and joy were enough. There were a couple of people snorting in white powder. The rest were either dancing or rubbing themselves on a man.

We sat down at the VIP table because we were regulars to this place. A bartender came over with a tray of shots and pills that get you high. He also brought along a bottle of wine. 

"First round," Jasmine cheered and we chugged down a shot. The alcohol raced through my veins and exhilarated my brain. It washed over all my senses. I chugged another shot. And another. And another. And another.

"What round are we on?" Julia croaked, the alcohol making her throat raspy.

Jasmine held up one wobbly finger before giggling: "Was it one? No, two. Surely, three."

"Who gives a damn," I hiccup. I slip out of my seat and into the dance floor. The alcohol taking control as I dance through the rhythm. All thoughts of Orion disappear into nothing and there was only me living the moment. 

"Sweetheart, need a partner." A college guy. Most likely a werewolf, came from behind me, sensually rubbing himself against me. His hot breath was near my ear.

"Maybe," I add curiously. I shift slightly as he flips me so I'm facing him. He had a good build and fantastic looks. His hand ran down my waist, to my hips, and finally resting on my ass. He squeezes me and gently rubs it. The line has been cross. My momentum wasn't enough when I tried to shove myself away. He mistook my actions as grinding. 

"That's enough," a growl rumbled through my veins, suddenly wiping out the alcohol. Someone grabbed my wrist and gently tugged me toward him. My face met his chest and my nostrils were filled with his sweet cologne. I sagged against his body and he quickly scoops me up. Orion perched me on his arm and I wrapped my arms around his neck for balance. 

Orion's eyes were blazing in fury and the college guy backed off. His skin was hot as I sunk a hand in his shirt. Cool air hit my face harshly and I found that I was no longer in the club but caged against Orion's car. 

"I don't like anyone touching what's mine, Emily," Orion's menacing growl caused a shiver down my spine. His hot breath fanned my neck when he leaned in. "I thought I made that clear already."

I placed my hands on his shoulders so I could wrap my legs around his torso. My dress rose above mid-thigh and he became acutely aware of that as I pressed myself against him even more. "Then why don't you make that clear, Orion."

"f**k," he cursed as I began rubbing myself against him. He stilled me with his hands on my hips. "Don't do this, Emily."

I felt my anger rise. "You didn't say anything when you were all snugged up with Daniella."

"That's...complicated," he groaned.

"Complicated how?" He didn't respond but glanced away. I tried shoving him away but my drunken state wasn't helping. I began struggling with him until he bounced me up, holding me with his hands on my thighs, dangerously close to my boundary.

"Emily, there are still things I need to fix in my life," he whispered, intensely gazing at me.

"But I don't want to see you near her," I whined, wrapping my arms around his neck possessively. 

"Emily...Are you...jealous by any chance?" His tone was amused. 

"Fine. Yes! I'm jealous! There. Happy?" I huffed.

He nuzzled his nose on my neck, taking in my scent and placing his on me. "Very."

Orion released me and stilettos hit the ground harshly, my ankle twisting. I cried in pain as I fell to my knees. Orion quickly held me back up again. I whimpered, "You don't even know how to handle me. I'm very breakable."

"I'm sorry," Guilt was etched in his features as he placed me in the backseats of his car. He examined my scraped knees and throbbing ankle mutter curses under his breath. "When we get home I'll treat them"

"Home?" I perked up. "Where's home?"

"I have a separate house in the woods from the rest of the Dawn Howlers. I like my privacy."

"I got hurt in the gym," I confessed pointedly. "When Aniyah created that hole in the gym. But you ran to someone else and comforted them."

"Where did you get hurt?" Worry blended in with his guilt. 

I inched away from him. "NO," I hiccuped. "You had your chance but you ran to her."

He climbed in beside me, slamming the car door shut. His hands cupped my face. "I'm sorry that I hurt you."

I hummed as his eyes reflected his sincerity. I showed him my left palm. A cut ran from my pinky to my thumb. "When I grabbed onto the floor that was left, it cut me."

Gently, his lips traced my scar. "I can heal it properly when we get to my house."

I groaned and felt his hand on my forehead. "God, you really are drunk."

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