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

let her enjoy it. Apart from her sip of Katya, an occasional sip off
Aaron, and the room service bellhop she’d assaulted three nights ago, Michelle
hadn’t taken a decent feeding in more than a week.
    The savory scents of sweaty men drunk on vodka wafted over
her senses. Ah the glorious smell of food. The menu was limited to
Russian, but she wasn’t picky. She sized up the mostly overweight business men
lounging around the room, and knew she was going to have no trouble at all with
these healthy donors.
    The only thing that bothered her was the amount of garlic
Russian men ate. She had no allergy or sensitivity to speak of, but garlic gave
the blood a funky tang. The smell was simply odieux . She made her
rounds, moving through the bar slowly, tasting each morsel, trying her best to
ignore the garlic. She found a nice group of Middle Eastern men who plied her
with alcohol and offers to pay by the hour. This was her kind of meal: healthy,
wealthy, and not afraid to spend. Not so long ago, in New York, her job as an
escort, brought her paying clients she could feed from nightly. A wonderful
arrangement. Adopting Aaron into her life had quickly put a stop to that.
    Michelle danced with several men, swaying to the strange
Russian techno-grunge music, catching several good nips, trying to fill her
achingly empty stomach. She had just finished with one of the olive-skinned men
when suddenly a strong grip enveloped her left arm. She smelled the wolf before
she glared at him. Anatoly.
    “No, Michelle. Not here. There are eyes watching
everywhere.”
    He looked around the bar nervously as he pulled her back
towards the exit. She turned on him, ready to peel the skin off his face with
fangs bared. “ J’ai un faim de loup! Take your hands off me or I eat you!”
    His face paled and he let go of her. Her time to play had
run out. The fucking wolves were closing in. Nikolay came around the corner and
joined Anatoly with an identical scowl.
    She surveyed the bar patrons with their greased back hair
and pale, sharp cheek bones, the mark of Eastern European features. The lucky
man at the table nearby locked eyes with her, and she moved. “Monsieur, can you
help me?” She was on him before the wolves could grab her. Leaning down low so
her cleavage held the man’s attention, she seemed to whisper in his ear as her
fangs latched onto his neck.
    She wasn’t normally this abrupt. Surprised by her attack, the
man tried to jerk away, forcing her to squeeze him tight and hold him in place.
She sucked down every drop she could get, right up to the moment the wolves
pulled her off him.
    “Connards!” Assholes .
    Anatoly held her close, like a lover gone astray. His lips
brushed her ear as he whispered intimately. “We need to go Michelle. You’re
attracting too much attention.”
    “Va te faire enculer chez les Grecs.” Go
get fucked in the ass by Greeks .
     
     
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Chapter 3
     
     
    “Are you warm enough?” Aaron hugged Katya, and she leaned
into his embrace.
    It didn’t cost her anything to let him wrap his arm around
her. His gesture, though immature and possessive, put a slight smile on her
lips. She couldn’t recall a time when she had this intensely physical reaction
to a man. Aaron sent tingles up and down her body with nothing more than a
look, a smile, a warm hug.
    He held her close as they followed Ivan and Urvashi into 411 ,
one of the many strip clubs splattered all across the city. Lit with black
lights, glowing white g-string panties and neon-painted naked dancers, the
place was a constant flash of jiggly sex. Passing one writhing naked woman
after another, Katya hoped these ladies weren’t victims of the otrok dealer.
From the hungry looks they poured over Aaron, it seemed that the men were the
victims in this place.
    Several women approached, surrounding her and Aaron with
glowing painted nipples. One woman had a neon orange arrow pointed down at the
artful glowing petals of a flower – her shaved