The Nightlife Moscow (Urban Fantasy and Paranormal Suspense) (The Nightlife Series Book 5) Read Free Page A

if only she
could get rid of this insane craving for Aaron. The cheeky bastard rode
forefront in her mind, constantly.
    She stared at herself in the mirror and dabbed some cover up
on the dark patches under her sunken eyes. She’d been giving too much blood to
these damned leeches.
    “You’re a wolf, a killer who preys on the flesh and bones of
your enemies.” She preached to her reflection. “You have survived decades
without a prick like Aaron fucking up your life. You don’t need him. Young,
impetuous, inexperienced, foolish. A bloody cockup who never stops trying to
get his leg over. He says he loves you. Ha! Not real. He doesn’t know what love
is. You do not love him. He’s nothing more than a chemical addiction and a
swinging dick.”
    Her false bravado fell on her ears alone, leaving a fading
confidence in the silence of her hotel room. She knew the moment she stepped
into the hallway she would go to him, look for his smile, his approval, those
loving eyes. She did need him. She wanted him, now, in her arms, in her bed, in
her life, in her neck. As much as she hated to admit, chemical addiction or not,
she cared for this bloody leech.
    “You’re a liar, Katya, that’s what you are. Lying to
yourself. He certainly isn’t fooled.” She slammed her fist down on the bathroom
marble countertop hard enough to tear the skin off her knuckles. “Why did you have
to fall in love with him? Why couldn’t it just be about sex and biting?”
    The mirror offered no answers, only the same tired face that
had been staring back at her since she was brought into the wolf pack all those
decades ago.
    She needed some action to burn off all this anxiety. “I hope
some fucking Popov gets in my face, I’ll smash his bloody bollocks to a pulp.”
She charged down the hallway, and banged her fist four times on the door of the
leeches-in-residence.
    As she reached back, ready for another slam on the door, it
popped open. Suddenly he was there, an inch from her nose. “Katya. I’m here for
you. Please try to get a grip on the situation. We can’t live like this.”
    Fucker was in her head. Again!
    His strong hands wrapped her cheeks and hypnotic dark brown
eyes set into a beautifully sculpted sharp-angled face drew her into a light,
gentle kiss. How could she fight a man who seduced her in three seconds flat?
She was already wet, aching for his cock and his teeth. If he stripped her
clothes off in the hallway and humped her against the wall, she wouldn’t consider
stopping him. Betrayed by her body, she responded to his kiss. When he finally
pulled away, it was all she could do not to yank him back by his coat.
    He looked over his shoulder and yelled to Michelle. “We’re
going after a lead down the block, be back in an hour or two.” He pulled the
door closed behind him and guided Katya to the elevator.
     
     
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    Michelle watched Aaron as he exited the room and then hurriedly
combed her hair and applied a quick layer of blood-red lipstick. The damn wolves
were forever rushing around, hiding her away, out of sight of the public. She
tossed her robe aside and shimmied into a short, tight skirt. A second later
she slipped a heavy, low cut sweater over her head and then pulled on her
jacket. She grabbed the nearest shoes – her Gucci boots – snagged the hotel
room keycard, and headed for the hallway. The clock was ticking. Aaron and the
wolves would return quickly. Barely enough time to find a solid meal. The
little nip from Katya wasn’t going to cut it. Michelle needed several donors a
night to be truly satisfied.
    She was hungry, now .
    Silent as a predator on the hunt, she made a fast clip to
the elevator. Waiting impatiently all the way down, finally, the elevator
opened in front of the P-Square Bar on the second floor of the Intercontinental
Tverskaya Hotel. Like a dinner bell, the sounds of strange Russian hip-hop
music called her to the feeding grounds. Moscow had a rich nightlife, if anyone
would