Tracey H. Kitts - Lilith Mercury 1 - Red by Tracey H. Kitts Read Free Book Online

more like an elevated part of the dance floor. She sat at a table there to enjoy watching some drunk guys trying to dance.

    “Free entertainment,” she yelled, pointing at the staggering group.

    I yelled back that I’d be at the bar for a while and made my way back through the crowd. I sat on one of the tall leather barstools and ordered a cola and rum.
    Unfortunately for me, it took a great deal of alcohol to get me drunk and right then I wanted nothing more than to lose myself in the wonderful haze of intoxication. I metabolize alcohol at such a fast rate that I can get a buzz, sit down to watch a movie, and be completely sober halfway through. Kat saw my high metabolism as a gift from God, until I told her how fast I burned off alcohol.

    “No one could ever take advantage of you,” she’d teased, looking scandalized.

    I tried explaining to her there are ways of intoxicating the senses besides alcohol.
    She’d grinned and said, “Yeah, but I haven’t had sex that good in a while.” That wasn’t exactly what I’d meant, but I thought explaining would have been a waste of time.

    I stayed at the bar for at least twenty minutes, eventually downing straight shots of rum. The whole time I was there, I sensed someone watching me. I put down my tenth empty shot glass and focused for a moment on the eyes that I could feel on my back. Even through the haze I’d managed to accomplish I knew a werewolf when I sensed one. My heart fluttered, my pulse quickened, and I was suddenly short of breath.
    It was almost like being aroused.

    Someone leaned over me just as there was a brief pause in the music and whispered against my right ear, “Would you like to dance?” His scent was thrilling. He smelled clean, like soap mingled with aftershave, and underneath it all, there was the undeniable scent of a man. I turned enough to see Marco Barak.

    “Hello, Red,” he smiled.

    I wondered if he’d been waiting till I got drunk enough to accept his offer. I hesitated for a moment, just looking at him. I might have to kill this man one day. But that night, I wanted to dance. I took his hand and led him onto the dance floor through the crowd, and onto the raised platform in front of Kat’s table. We danced for what felt like hours. I suppose you could have called our dancing foreplay. I know many women consider dancing a metaphor for sex. If that’s true, then my God, this man danced well.

    Time stood still as we moved together. The touch of his body against mine sent fire through my veins, like small jolts of electric sensuality. I was vaguely aware that Kat had taken out her camera and was snapping pictures between the flashing lights. The RED
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    room seemed to freeze with each flash, giving me unforgettable mental images. Marco wore black leather pants and a matching shirt that felt smooth to the touch. We looked as if we’d dressed to match.

    His hair that I remembered as a dusty brown had darkened over the years.
    Through the rain a few weeks ago, I couldn’t tell. After all, everything is darker when it’s wet. But, his eyes were the same deep chocolate brown I remembered. I noticed a light stubble on his chin, as if he’d forgotten to shave, and the beginnings of side burns.
    Have I mentioned how fond I am of men who look like they’ve been roughed up a little?

    He pulled me close and asked, “What are you thinking?”

    “That you’re a good dancer.” I paused, looking him up and down. “It’s difficult to find a man with such … rhythm.” I looked into his dark eyes and saw a passion which could only be described as hunger.

    “I was seriously considering asking you to leave with me,” he confessed.

    “I was considering doing just that.”

    He didn’t seem as surprised as I’d expected. “Are you here with someone?”
    “A
    friend.”

    “Are you attached to someone in any way?”

    “Yes,” I lied. “Are you?”

    “Yes, but I’m beginning to regret my choices,” he