I am not difficult to look at, but I wouldn’t call myself beautiful. Besides it’s not our faces that men usually look at. When you fuck to eat, well, you don’t tend to get fat, now matter how good a streak you are on. I’m not saying that I don’t have curves, I’ve certainly got enough to hold on to, and if I were more of a feminist, I’d be constantly telling guys where my eyes are, but I don’t want them to remember my face, so I’m happy to show a rather daring amount of cleavage. The little black dress I’ve got on tonight highlights my alabaster skin, and I know that I’m getting plenty of attention. Well, at least my body is, and that’s all that counts, right?
“How about that one?” she asks me, nodding towards a guy at the back.
“No, too short.”
“Well, that one then, he’s not short at all.” She’s not wrong, he’s got to be nearly seven foot. Probably not human then, but I can’t say that aloud. “I bet his cock is proportional too!” She grins at me.
“Ha. Probably not, but he’s got that unibrow thing happening, and he’s got hair, like, everywhere.” I shudder. “He can be someone else’s shagpile, thanks.”
Shayla tips her head back in laughter. The guy next to her lifts his beer and takes a sip, sneaking a glance at us as he does so. He’s playing it cool, but he’s definitely listening.
“OMG! Kat, that’s just wrong, so wrong.” She scans the crowd again. “What about him, in the pink shirt?”
I look at the guy she’s indicating. His shirt is impossibly tight against a well-defined chest, his short blonde hair curls a little in a cute little boy way. He’d be totally my type if he wasn’t gay.
“Gay.”
“What? No way.” Just then a guy walks up to him and they lock lips passionately, grinding against one another as they dance. “Well, damn. I did not see that one coming.”
I laugh at her. “Yeah, I saw them together earlier.”
“Over there, electric blue. He’s been checking you out, too.”
“Yeah. No. He’s either a kisser, or a crier. I’m not in the mood for either.”
“Kat. There’s a room full of men here, seriously, just find one and fuck him. All you need is his cock’s undivided attention for half an hour, and then we can really get this party started.” She laughs, poking me in the ribs. My actual target is right beside her and she knows it, and she’s getting bored with the charade. “I know, what about the twins in the corner over there. They’re quite hot!”
“Yeah, but they’re already with someone. I don’t need the drama. Fuck why is it so hard to find a good strong cock in a place like this?” I moan. If my target doesn’t take the bait now, I’m moving on, we’ve already wasted enough time on him. The night is still young, and Shay and I want to party! Then there’s my hunger. I’ve left it too long between feeds – again – and I’m in bad shape although I don’t show it. My skin feels too tight, I’m freezing inside and I’m only functioning on the most basic of levels. If I don’t feed soon, my body will switch to survival mode and things will get seriously ugly.
“Are you two for real?” he finally asks, and we turn to look at him.
“About as real as it gets, sugar.” Shay tells him. I can see he’s unimpressed with her sass.
“What, do you think only men have needs? We’re modern women, we have needs too. The difference between us and most men, is we have standards as well. I’m not just going to fuck anyone, if he’s lucky enough to get between my legs, then he’s got to be able to get me off too.”
His eyes flash golden at me, fuck, he’s a shifter! “You’re pretty full of yourself, aren’t you?” And that there, ladies and gentlemen, is where he loses. You don’t throw down a gauntlet like that to a Siren because we cannot resist and we will win every time, one way or another. Of course, he doesn’t know that I’m a Siren, just that I’m bruising his male pride.
Shayla likes to find a man, croon to him until he’s rigid and salivating, and then just fuck him dry or until he passes out. It’s too easy. But me? I love me a challenge. This shifter, a wolf I’m thinking and alpha to boot, well, he’s just begging me to come and make him submit. And I will, but not before I’ve hooked him, and I refuse to croon to do that. I normally steer well clear of anything paranormal, but I’m starving and in the mood for something different, and his body is just my type. Broad shoulders, lean hips, dark brown hair long enough to run my fingers through, and just enough of a hint of asshole to him that I know I’m going to love taking him down a peg.
“Sweetheart, I know exactly what I have to offer, and if I fuck a man… well let’s just say I’ve never had a complaint, and I always leave them begging.” I smirk at him. I’m betting that that’s a line that he would normally use. His nostrils flare and I know I’ve hit my target. A challenge to his ego. “But if a guy wants some of what I have to offer, then he has to work a little for it. Manscaping at the very least.
