Free Louisiana Moon by Lani Rhea Page B

hands curled into tight fists as she inched lower and lower. His dick strained behind the zipper. Rock hard and uncomfortable, he needed a release.
    His arms were jerked from behind. Before he could turn around, a different body stood at his backside—a much larger body. Son-of-a-bitch. He’d been set up. His nostrils flared. Ready to take down the bastard, he kept his hands in fists, prepared to turn and knock the person out.
    Heavy hands slapped on his wrists, whirling him about. “What the fuck?” Darin tried to roll his wrists loose.
    At the sight that met him, his mouth dropped open. In front of him, his seductress parted lips revealing a fanged smile. At his left, baldy with tattoos had bigger fangs. V reached up and peeled contacts from her eyes. Blue starbursts of light flashed back.
    Darin stood rigid, gulping as his body shook with terror. What was this? Vampires? This had to be a joke. This couldn’t be real. He struggled. Shoving forward, he head-butted Baldy. Fucking pinpoints of lights danced before his eyes as pain crashed, his stomach churning with nausea.
    Baldy laughed. Darin fought to gain control of his senses. He shook his head a few times. Wrong thing to do. The shaking made the pain swell like vise grips crushed his head. His body went limp against the washboard chest of Baldy.
    V stepped close to Darin. Coolness rippled off her body, surrounding him in a hypothermic blanket. Baldy’s hands tightened around his wrist to the point of breaking. With his sight fuzzy and arms barricaded, Darin couldn’t do a damn thing.
    “What do you want? Money?” he asked in a raspy voice, panting, trying to catch a breath. “Take my wallet. It’s in my back pocket.” He gagged on bitter bile.
    V threw her head back with laughter. When her laugh ceased, an icy chill spilled over his body. “We are not here to rob you, human.”
    She cupped her hand around his neck, squeezing enough to make his blood pump harder. Baldy released Darin to her control. She raised him off the ground, and his feet dangled.
    In the distance, the blare of a horn and the splashing of tires on the wet streets outside the parking garage triggered his fight or flight instinct. If he could get his shit together and get away, help lay nearby.
    “What the hell are you going to do?” He choked.
    She smiled. “Nothing that won’t hurt you. Your heartbeat is strong. I like that.” V leaned closer to him, her nostrils flaring as she inhaled. The toes of his shoes scrabbled against the ground as he tried to find support.
    Her pink tongue darted from between her red lips and glided over his cheek, leaving a wet streak. He cringed.
    “I wonder how you would taste with a bigger bite. Don’t you, Zeke?”
    Darin’s heart pounded faster with the word taste . She had bit his lip while they danced. Vampires weren’t supposed to be real. He brought both of his hands up, grasped V’s delicate wrists and twisted. With surprise widening her eyes, her grip loosened for a second, only to clench tighter. As she clucked her tongue, she shook her head at him in a gesture that told him to not try that move again.
    “We are not to mess with the captives. You’ve played long enough.” The growling rattle came from Baldy.
    V lowered Darin. He straightened, then went limp, closing his eyes.
    “Just one suck? Another drop? He tasted so good on the dance floor.”
    “This is not on my head. It’s your ass that’ll be tanked if you get caught. Hurry up.”
    She smiled a wicked grin, sliding her fingers around the backside of Darin’s neck as his head lolled. She stepped closer, licking her lips. Sharp points rested on her bottom lip, indenting the skin. An overwhelming scent of sweetness filled his nostrils.
    As he drifted between the lands of awake and asleep, everything seemed to blend into one event. V’s icy fingers on his neck, pressure against his jugular and the sharp pinch against his skin followed by a sucking sensation.
    On the verge of