Five to Go

by Silvia Stancil

  Evernight Publishing

  www.evernightpublishing.com

  Copyright© 2013 Silvia Stancil

  ISBN: 978-1-77130-396-5

  Cover Artist: Sour Cherry Designs

  Editor: Melissa Hosack

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  WARNING: The unauthorized reproduction or distribution of this copyrighted work is illegal. No part of this book may be used or reproduced electronically or in print without written permission, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in reviews.

  This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, and places are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, organizations, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

  DEDICATION

  To Leila

  FIVE TO GO

  Club Heat, 4

  Silvia Stancil

  Copyright © 2013

  Chapter One

  Trixie Wheeler finished counting down her register and closed it with a ding. At last, she had finished another successful Saturday night at Club Heat. She’d made a killing in tips, since she’d been working all night by herself. She usually worked with her friend, Rachel, but Trixie had given her the night off to go to second level dance floor of Club Heat and party with the vampires.

  Trixie was human and Rachel was a vampire, though they were both mated with shifters. In SoulCity, things often got nasty with the paranormal creatures that lurked in the night and many women in the city had taken up with the packs in order to gain their protection. As of late, the arrival of the fire vampires, a violent group that held allegiance to no one, had threatened everyone in the city. She simply hadn’t felt safe by herself anymore.

  And the amazing pack sex wasn’t exactly a terrible sacrifice, either.

  Trixie sighed as she headed back to the office to put the evening’s profit away. In truth, she often wondered what it would be like to be mated with a vampire. It wasn’t that the bear shifters she was mated with weren’t wonderful mates and fabulous company. Quite the contrary. But she felt emptiness in her heart that was hard to fill, even having occupied herself with long hours of bartending and casual encounters with her mates. The bears weren’t exactly cold-hearted, but they seemed to be aware that the arrangement was business and little more. It wasn’t the affectionate sort of relationship she craved, and she had seen how…well, how all over each other the vampires were just about all the time. Trixie was typically stuck on the bottom floor when she socialized, and she yearned to know what kind of fun the chic vampires up in the dance club were having.

  She brightened up as she threw her hair into a bun and changed into her favorite little black dress, the one Rachel had jokingly dubbed her “come-fuck-me” garment. Sure, things weren’t going exactly how she wanted for the moment, but there was still plenty of fun to be had in the meantime. The last thing Trixie would allow to happen would be an onset of depression. She’d had plenty of it early in life, and the move to SoulCity had opened her eyes up to all kinds of new opportunities. Right now, three of those opportunities were knocking over by the pool tables. Trixie smiled, always happy to greet her pack in spite of everything.

  Bobby was the leader of the pack and stood six feet and two inches tall. All the bears in SoulCity were of Native American descent, and it showed in their features. He had the thickest, dark brown hair Trixie had ever seen, and he wore it in waves down past his shoulders. His eyes were huge and deep golden brown and seemed to smile at her as she walked over to the pool tables. He was wearing her favorite shirt, the forest green one with the black stripes. It had three buttons teasingly undone to reveal his sculpted chest.

  Trinity was the intellectual of the group, and he was about six foot one. His hair bordered on the brink of jet black and he wore it in a business cut save for one lop over his left eye. His eyes matched his hair color with such precision it was almost off-putting, as if he had been made up and painted. They glittered in the bar lights when he spotted her. He was wearing a crimson dress shirt and black dress pants, and his frame was a bit leaner than the others, though he was majesty all the same.

  Saul was Bobby’s second cousin and stood about six feet tall. His hair was as thick and deeply colored as Bobby’s, but he wore it straight to his chin. His eyes were wide and brown, and so dark they almost appeared black in some lighting, as they did at the moment. He was wearing all black, to include his cowboy boots, adorned in silver spurs shaped like bears. Ahh, Saul. Always the pinnacle of fashion and definitely Trixie’s favorite. He was the only one, in fact, that Trixie had ever mated with one on one. She was assured it didn’t mean anything, but it made her a little wary, anyhow. She had spent a few wide-eyed nights wondering if they meant something to one another.

  The best part of mating with shifters, at least in Trixie’s mind, was the distinctive characteristics each one of them brought to the table. She had stability with Bobby, good conversation with Trinity, and companionship with Saul, even if it were in the loosest sense of the word. Even though Trixie thought of the vampires often, hanging out with the shifters was definitely enough to keep a girl happy in the meantime. In fact, she often wondered why she was so hung up on the vamps in the first place. It didn’t make much sense for a girl who had everything going for her, smack dab in the heart of the exciting SoulCity.

  Luckily, the shifters were always ready to distract her.

  “How was work?” Saul asked with a big grin, his arms open.

  She took him in a hug and he kissed the top of her head. Trixie smiled, warming a little inside. Good old Saul.

  “It was workish.” Trixie hugged every member of the pack before she hopped up on the pool table and crossed her ankles. “How was your night of being bear shifters?”

  The pack laughed collectively, as they often did.

  “Interesting, actually,” Bobby said, his expression becoming serious. “Those fire vampires are out of damned control around here. I don’t know who they think they are, but they’ve just about worn my patience thin trespassing in our territory.”

  “I second that,” said Trinity. “I was on the balcony smoking a cigar earlier this evening and I saw a whole flock of them run by.”

  “Shit,” Trixie said. “What did you guys do?”

  “Shifted,” Saul said with a shake of his head. “And chased them down.”

  “Oh my God,” Trixie said. “And?”

  “We confronted them,” Bobby told her. “And they talked their shit and we talked ours, but they were the ones who ended up backing off.”

  “Nobody wants to fight a bear,” Saul said with a grin, crossing his arms. “Hell, I don’t even rough and tumble with these losers anymore.”

  Bobby punched him on the arm.

  “Have you guys talked to the regular vamps about them?” Trixie asked. “I mean, nobody likes these guys, right?”

  “Pretty much,” Bobby said with a smile. “We don’t exactly have to talk with them to figure that out. I say we leave the fire vampires to our own devices unless things get out of hand. It’s already strange enough having to work with other packs.”

  “Wolves and tigers and bears,” Trinity said.

  “Oh my,” Trixie said with a smile, and pulled her hair from its up-do. “So, um, I have a confession to make before we go to this party tonight.”

  The bears exchanged a three-way glance before they nailed her with a communal gaze.

  “What’s that?” Saul asked, moving forward so she could wrap her legs around his.

  Trixie drew a hand down his chest. “I have always wanted to break in this pool table,” she said. “I know the other bartenders, Kit and Rachel and Janika, are wild children as well, but I don’t think they’ve ever taken that big bad pool table step.”

  Saul laughed and to
ok her in a kiss, running his hands along her thighs and pulling her dress up.

  Trixie moaned as he leaned her back so that she lay across the pool table, and the other shifters appeared at her sides, their hands not shy as they ran caresses down her waist and hips. It was only a matter of moments before her pack had removed her little black dress, which lay helplessly on the floor as if shocked at the speed in which it had been discarded. Kisses trailed her collarbone onto the tops of her breasts, and Trixie opened her eyes to see Trinity above her.

  Saul moved back and between her legs, planting warm kisses along her white cotton panties, wetting the fabric as he went.

  Trixie heaved a sigh of pleasure into Trinity’s mouth, his kiss deep and smooth as it always was. Bobby’s hands grazed her breasts and slid around her back to unhook her bra, which ended up keeping her dress company on the club floor. She felt her panties slip down to her ankles, making their way down until they hung at the toe of her black stiletto.

  Bobby’s mouth took in a nipple, his tongue whirling around the flesh he found there until both of her breasts were on high alert, and another sigh escaped into Trinity’s mouth.

  Saul kissed along her inner thighs, leaving wet trails until his mouth found her vulva, slipping one lip in and suckling at it before he moved to the next. Her clit emerged from its sheath at once, and he sampled the bud with his tongue, causing her back to arch and her breasts to shove their way into Bobby’s eager mouth.

  “Trinity,” she moaned, and he crawled onto the pool table.

  The fleeting thought that Club Heat had gotten its money worth on the table made her giggle, and she whispered the revelation in Trinity’s ear. He laughed as she reached up, fumbling with his zipper for only a moment before his pants were down. She took his cock in both hands, stroking downward on that shaft and lingering at the head, moving her hands in a circular motion every time. He let out a deep groan as she took him in her mouth, the sort of a noise that always reminded Trixie that she was with bear shifters.

  Saul had traded positions with Bobby, and the leader of the pack stood between her legs only briefly before he moved into her insides, isolating her g-spot in a single stroke and concentrating on it as he returned again and again.

  Trixie drooled onto Trinity’s cock, reaching down to grasp Saul’s face as he kneaded her breasts and lapped at her nipples.

  She came more quickly than she had expected, and Trinity pulled away to take Bobby’s place once the pack leader had reached his completion, grasping her hips and moving around her insides in a circular motion. Trixie took Bobby’s cock in her mouth and sucked off the warm fluids she had emitted during orgasm, letting out a little squeal as Trinity’s motions picked up inside her pussy and made her come again, unexpectedly. She stroked downward on Bobby’s shaft with her hands, but the pack leader had moved away to make place for Saul, who tickled along her lips with the head of his member before he slipped it inside her mouth. She took only a few brief laps at it before he moved away and Trinity had taken his place. He winked at her, pulling a rag out briefly to clean the liquids of his own orgasm from his cock and thighs.

  Saul flipped her over so that her rear was high in the air, like a submissive little mate for the pack. She sighed as he entered her from behind, taking both of the cocks in front of her in each hand and pulling at them, taking a moment to spit at the tips of them to lubricate her motions.

  Saul moved up and down inside her, stretching her walls out just the way she liked. Trixie moaned as he hoisted her a little higher onto the table and pounded out another orgasm so quickly that it shocked her. She moaned, her hands losing their grasp on the other pack mates as she came to a complete rest on the pool table. She saw Saul smile at her, his face twisted in the expression that he always gave when he had orgasmed. He moved away and pulled his pants up before he rested himself on her back.

  Trixie smiled, knowing that she must look a well-fucked wreck on top of the pool table. “You know what would be funny as hell?” she said quietly, finally breaking the satisfied silence that had fallen over the group.

  “What’s that?” Trinity asked, lighting a cigar he had pulled from his shirt pocket and taking a long drag.

  “If the owner walked in.”

  Trixie and the pack laughed.

  “I take it we’d have to find a new place to shoot pool,” Bobby said.

  “And here we had gotten comfortable,” Trinity said, shaking his head.

  “Well, you know what would be awesome?” Saul asked, giving her a quick, sweaty peck on the cheek.

  “Nope.” Trixie sighed. “What?”

  “If we get your poor, tattered little body back in that hot ass dress,” he said with a smile. “We’ve got a party to get to, girl.”

  Chapter Two

  Trixie took a deep breath as she looked around the strobe-lit atmosphere of the all night dance club the shifters had taken her to. Long after Club Heat shut down for the night, Club De La Crème could be counted on to keep partygoers happy. Many people had made it a lifestyle, dancing all night, often quite literally to the point of dropping.

  Trixie had only pulled all-nighters a few times, with the pack, but she didn’t make it a habit. She was usually far too tired from working, but on the rare occasions she did make it out, De La Crème could always be counted on for a good time.

  But at the moment, the only thing that was on Trixie’s mind was the location of her pack. They had been separated on the dance floor, thick with bodies, and she had thought they would have sniffed her out by now. She could recognize supernatural creatures, especially vampires, all over the place, and it made her nervous. For all she knew, there could be fire vampires lurking about. Regular vampires were a threat, true, but as a bartender at Club Heat, they didn’t bother her. They were very picky about what establishments they frequented, and the staffs of all their favorite places were an unspoken exception so far as prey went.

  She pushed her way through the crowd, wrapping her hand firmly around her drink so as not to spill it on some random supernatural creature and make herself a new enemy. There were several shifter packs, to include wolves, bears, and tigers, but she couldn’t spot her own anywhere. “So much for lousy protection,” she muttered to herself as she made her way against the wall, where things were a bit calmer.

  Trixie widened her eyes and did a double take of the darkened corner she stood beside. It appeared to lead to some sort of room, one whose door had been left conveniently open for her. She looked around nervously. It would be nice to take a break from all the noise and dancing, if even for just a moment. And besides, whoever was back there might have seen the pack, and it would be quiet enough for him or her to tell Trixie. Talking was definitely not a possibility anywhere else in the club.

  She took a quick sip of her drink as she inched along the wall to the door of the private room. She pushed it open apprehensively, doing her best to remain unseen as she pulled the door closed behind her. The sounds of Mozart trickled into her ears as she turned.

  Trixie was certain her heart stopped as she took in the man sitting in the corner of the room in a plush, red velvet chair. He was clearly a vampire and dressed entirely in black, in a suit that looked like it cost more than she what she made bartending in a year. His hair was jet black and fell straight to his shoulders. He looked like he was probably in his early twenties, though of course, that was no indication of his actual age. His eyes were curved like a cat’s and colored in a startling blue, with what looked like flecks of white traveling about his irises. His complexion was olive and she thought that he might be foreign, which he proved true when he opened his mouth.

  “Hello,” he said simply, his voice thick with an indistinguishable European accent. His brow was raised as though he were more amused than offended that his private party had been crashed.

  “Hi,” she stuttered, grabbing the couch along the wall to hold herself up. His presence made her head spin, quite literally, and she feared that she might pass ou
t. “I’m really sorry to intrude on you like this. I lost my friends on the dance floor and was hoping to go somewhere where I—”

  “Can hear yourself think?” he asked with a little smile, and the head reeling returned. “It isn’t a problem. Please, take a seat. I am always happy to have beautiful company.”

  “T-thank you,” Trixie said. She sat on the couch, her drink balanced precariously in one hand. She was glad she had worn the infamous “come-fuck-me” dress, for as soon as she saw the vampire, for that was exactly what she had felt like doing. At least she could tease herself with the thought of it, even if she couldn’t have him.

  “I am Adrian,” he said with a smile, taking a sip from the golden goblet he was holding. “I am from the CzechRepublic. And you?”

  “Trixie Wheeler,” she said. “I’m from Canada, originally, but I’ve been living in the States for a long time.”

  “Two foreigners in one room?” he said with a laugh, and then looked up as another man walked in from a back door Trixie hadn’t noticed before.

  She held her breath and shot Adrian a puzzled look. The man who had entered was a carbon copy of Adrian, right down to the shoes.

  “Forgive me,” Adrian said. “This is my doppelganger, Cenek.”

  “Doppelganger?”

  “Yes,” Cenek said, lighting a cigar as he took a seat across from her on the couch. He blew the smoke into the air and sighed. “I am a copy that Adrian has produced.”

  “The best company is your own,” Adrian laughed. “It is common among the demons that float among us, but rare among the vampires. Thankfully, I have been blessed with this gift and am never without a friend. Cenek has been alive some one hundred years now and I have not bothered to blip him out of existence.”