This is a flash I started for last Friday flash, but finished today. Enjoy!
Music pulsed through the speakers and the singer’s husky voice ignited a fire in her belly. Hey, hey, hey. Got to go, baby, go go go go.
His hands settled on her hips and Cira turned, still swaying, looked up into gorgeous gray eyes.
His mouth opened, his lips moved. She couldn’t hear him over the music, but she did like the shape of his mouth. The pretty flick of his forked tongue. It was exactly what she needed.
She smiled and feathered her fingers up his back. His shirt was soft blue fabric, but underneath, his spine was a delicious bumpy ridge. Mmm.
He shook his head and lowered his mouth to her ear. “Pretty. Want to drink?”
“Are you offering?”
He laughed. “Yes. My job, isn’t it?”
So it was. The club was very good at providing for members and half-demons were especially succulent. “Let’s go.”
She let him lead her to one of the second floor private rooms, complete with a well-supplied side table, bed and a wet bar.
He flicked a switch next to the door and a soft melody wafted through the room. “Can I pour you something first?”
Cira smiled at him. “You can pour yourself onto the bed.”
He pulled his shirt off, tossed it on top of chair and arranged himself at the edge of the bed. Such grace.
“Perfect.” Cira gripped his neck, felt her fangs slide out. “This is going to be fun.”
His tongue flickered out, tasted the skin on her face. “No doubt.”
She plunged her fangs into his throat. Hot, tasty blood flooded her mouth. Oh, yes. So sweet. Half demond blood was so very, very sweet. Better than the chocolates she loved as a child.
Cira lifted her mouth from his neck, licked her lips. “I forgot to tell you something. I am not a vampire.”
Confusion filled his eyes. “I don’t und-”
She snapped his neck and flipped him over. This was the real meal.
Cira dug her fingers into his back and pulled out his long, glistening spine. Flavored with half-demon blood, it crunched wonderfully between her teeth.
- It’s A Bloody Business, Being A Demon (npr.org)