Maddie’s Plan 🌶

LOCH

There she was in the middle of the crowd.

I couldn’t look away.

When her eyes met mine, everything else faded away.

It was just her. In that fucking dress.

Loch

Come.

The link was silent. She must have been wearing mint.

~Bad little rat.~

But sure enough, she slowed the rolling of her hips. Her hands fell. She was leaving the dance floor. She was coming toward me.

Her eyes never left mine as she extracted herself from the writhing mass.

~Yes, pet. Come.~

I let my gaze devour her. Those long legs. Her shining red hair. Those eyes, ringed in black.

“Loch,” she said.

Her voice sounded like a sword being pulled from a sheath.

MADDIE

“Maddie,” Loch replied. He licked his lips.

My hands shook as I stood before him. I tried to deny that I was afraid.

But I couldn’t help but think of what had happened to Darren.

Maybe because Loch was devouring me with his eyes.

“Beautiful dress,” he said, raising an eyebrow.

I exhaled, feeling my breath become steady. I knew how I could get to Loch.

I may have been his submissive, but his desire was still my power.

And as my brand pounded, I knew I wanted it, too.

I should’ve been more careful...

But I didn’t give a fuck.

I wanted him. I wanted my fix.

And I had a plan.

I squared my shoulders and popped my hip.

~Let him watch.~

The knowing smile made me want to melt into a puddle he could lap up with his tongue.

“I didn’t think you would be here,” I purred.

“How could I stay away when I heard you were the hottest new dealer in my club?”

I smiled for a moment, but my eyes glared at him. If he thought I would play nice, he was wrong.

“You mean you didn’t come here to torment and devour innocent people?”

His expression hardened.

I continued walking closer to him, letting the chain strap of my dress fall just a fraction.

“I don’t want to talk about that,” his eyes narrowed to slits. “I’m not in the mood.”

“What, you’re not in the mood to murder?”

The corner of his mouth twitched.

“Precisely.”

I stepped closer still, until I could smell him. His skin glistened under the collar of his crisp white button-down. He was wearing those black leather pants that made my mouth water.

I knew they were soft as butter, and I knew how his hard thighs felt beneath them.

But I had to play my cards right if my plan was going to work.

“Then what are you in the mood for?” I asked, closing the distance between us so I felt that soft leather against my bare leg.

Instantly, his hand fell to my waist, pressing the cool metal of my dress against me. But I could still feel the warmth of his skin.

He smiled, then bit his lip. His jawline was as sharp as broken glass.

He gazed out at the dance floor.

“I won’t be one of your customers, if that’s what you’re asking.”

“That’s not what I’m asking,” I whispered.

He turned back to me, his emerald green eyes clouded with lust. He was right where I wanted him.

“Maybe we could go somewhere,” I suggested.

He smirked at me again, as if my advance was entertaining to him.

As if my desire was just his plaything.

Which, in a way, it was. But he was forgetting that I knew what ~he~ liked, too.

Taking his lack of response as compliance, I took his hand. The contact of our skin was so abrupt that it took my breath away.

As I led him, letting my ass wag in front of him, I knew I had to be careful.

Loch was powerful, yes.

And don’t get me started on Loch~ness~…

But it was our connection that had the strongest hold on me. It was bigger than both of us.

I was playing with fire.

I could manage a slow burn...but being alone with Loch could leave me scalded.

LOCH

I let her lead me. I just watched. Watched that dress as it caught the stray light from the dance floor.

I was practically drunk with desire.

These days, I lived off of desire. For revenge. For blood.

And now, for sex.

As the little rat pulled me through the dark doorway, I gave myself over to my lust.

I couldn’t even be bothered to worry what could happen if I was with Maddie when the ~other~ craving came…

No, that part of myself felt far away.

The room was small, empty, and lined with benches. It had no door. But I didn’t care if someone saw us.

I sat.

She stood between my legs, and I reached under her dress, grabbing her ass and pulling her close.

Her breath on my face intoxicated me. It smelled like warm whiskey.

I let my other hand follow the outline of her waist, her breast, her neck. I wrapped my hand around it and squeezed.

She froze beneath my touch, the fearful mouse.

I eased up, turning my grip to a caress.

I wouldn’t let the monster loose. Not yet.

MADDIE

Our movements were soft, searching. Loch’s mouth was sweet and warm.

Was this the same man I knew?

I pulled back, looking at him. After Loch choked me for a second, he instantly softened.

Now, he seemed like putty in my hand.

I thought of my plan—to sing him to sleep. To see if I could find a song that would pull him from his violent desires. But now, he wasn’t violent.

In fact, I didn’t know he ~could~ be so tame.

I would carry out my plan. But first, I’d have some fun.

Loch’s eyes opened, and he glared at me.

“Don’t stop, little rat,” he ordered.

~Okay. That was familiar.~

He didn’t need to tell me twice.

I leaned into him again with renewed energy, lifting my foot onto the bench beside him.

He ran his hand up my calf, letting his touch linger in small swirls inside my knee.

Something exploded within me.

Even his lightest touches were dominating.

He still had me right under his thumb. Even though his touch was gentle, I was trapped.

I drove my tongue into his mouth as I hiked my dress up to my waist.

The metal was heavy in my hands, and I stood back so Loch could see me.

I wore a black silk thong that he lifted his fingers to, tracing the edges. I moaned at his touch.

My hands moved to my breasts, holding them as my nipples strained against my dress, aching to be teased by Loch’s mouth.

Still, he kept moving like a sleepwalker; lazy, even as his finger dragged down over my clitoris.

Even as the outline of his massive erection appeared against his right thigh, encased in black leather.

I shivered with pleasure.

He fingered inside the edges of my thong. I knew he could already feel my wetness.

And then, after what felt like an eternity of waiting, he finally slipped his finger inside.

LOCH

As soon as my skin touched her naked flesh, she sank down onto me.

Her desire covered me. I knew she wanted me inside her.

~Now.~

I worked toward her opening. She froze, quivering, and I pushed into her with two fingers.

She writhed against my hand like an animal, reaching down to press on my member, which strained against my pants.

The sensation was so delicious; I relaxed, sinking deeper into the bench.

Then her hand left me, and I felt it again against my own, urging me harder and deeper inside her.

“More,” she moaned, with her head tilted back.

Suddenly, it came to me.

~The hunger.~

Before I was an empty vessel. Now, the craving filled me with boiling liquid.

Everything was red.

Everything was lust.

I opened my eyes, and the room was finally in focus.

I gripped her waist with my free hand, fastening her body to mine. My fingers rammed into her sex, faster and faster and faster...

Maddie cried out at my newfound force.

I watched that vein on her neck, where her lifeblood flowed beneath the skin.

How lovely it would be to bite.

Oh yes, Maddie would give me all that I craved...

MADDIE

Finally, he gave me what I craved, pushing into me—hard.

Through an intense wash of desire, I looked down at my lover.

And my heart stopped. My body closed up like a box.

Loch suddenly looked alert. He stared at me with red eyes.

I saw something more sinister even than his depraved desire.

“Lochness,” I gasped.

I leapt off of him, letting my dress fall around me. My breath was ragged as he eyed me like prey.

His fingers were wet with my desire as he lifted them to his nose, then plunged them into his mouth. A growl started in his throat and rumbled through the small room.

How had I let my guard down? My plan to stop Lochness had failed. Now, I could only hope to save myself.

My lover was gone, and in his place was a monster.

I tried desperately to remember the tune of the lullaby that had worked so many times before. But in my panic, it wouldn’t come out.

Frantic words came to my lips, and my song was more a chant than a melody.

My voice chanted words I’d never known, but somehow they were hauntingly familiar.

More a spell than a song:

~Fire and ice, blood dripping in wine,~

~Poor is the man that holds me,~

~Fire and ice, the flesh meets its time…~

My voice broke off as an overwhelming sensation started to surge through my being. A rush of adrenaline unlike anything I’d ever felt…

~What the hell?!~

I didn’t have time to dwell on it. Lochness lurched toward me, tackling me to the ground. Whatever strength I felt, I still wasn’t a match for a psychotic dragon.

The breath was knocked from my body, and my vision swam with green flame.

Then I realized—it was no trick of the mind...

The ceiling was ~literally~ on fire!

The heat blazed around me, and Lochness got to his feet. Shock played in his red eyes as they met mine.

He disappeared, the black mist settling onto my face along with the smoke. I got to my hands and knees, and I crawled out of the little room.

The whole club was on fire.

The same people who had bought from me earlier were screaming and running, stampeding toward an exit through the billowing smoke and green flames.

A huge chunk of ceiling collapsed. If the club had been chaos earlier, now it was hell.

I gazed down at my hands and saw green flames licking my fingers.

~What?!~

I dragged them against my dress as I got to my feet.

I needed to get the fuck out of here.

Had the fire been because of ~me?!~

I careened through the smoke, but my vision betrayed me, fading in and out, spotted with embers...

My boot caught on a ledge and I fell.

All around me was smoke and the desperate screams of the innocent.

Club Emerald was burning to the ground...

Would we make it out alive?!