Fated is overrated

Lola POV

Damon and his friends, Trevor, Tyreese, Leroy, Mike, Jay and I walk into the club, and I am immediately in awe. I have never been to a club like this before, the vibe in here is something else. I love music and can actually get lost in it. And the way the music is drumming through the place is amazing.

"Wow" I breathe out. Damon smiles and nudges me "you like it?". I smile at him and nod eagerly. "Let's get some drinks" Damon grabs my hand and pulls me to the bar, while the rest of the guys follow suit.

"What are we having?" Damon asks, but I honestly have no clue. I give him a sheepish grin and shrug my shoulders "you pick something". Damon smiles and turns his attention to the bartender, while I am still looking around the place. Upstairs there seem to be some VIP sections.

Which I'm sure we could be at too, but it seems boring up there. If you came to only converse with your own crowd, why go out at all? Isn't meeting new people the whole point of going out?

"I thought Damon was joking when he said you'd never gone to clubs much" Trevor yells into my ear, in an attempt to be heard over the loud music.

I don't know why, but I am all of a sudden really aware of his close proximity. It's like being all dressed and dolled up like this has given me a wanton attitude, I feel confident and cheeky somehow.

I left my slightly curly hair down and gave my lashes some lift and mascara, finishing them off with a cat eye eyeliner. "You look drop dead gorgeous by the way. To access the complete chapters for free, visit Jo b ni b.com.I know I'm not supposed to say that, but you are absolutely stunning" Trevor continues, as I was lost in thoughts and forgot to answer.

I know Damon had given orders to the guys to treat me as a sister, but judging by the look on Trevor's face, he seems to have something else on his mind entirely. He is handsome though, no doubt. Many girls are glancing at him as they walk past. But he also seems like kind of a playboy, and I am not up for that.

If I give a part of myself to anybody, I will make sure it is with someone who only has eyes for me. So, I smile politely and say "thank you" before joining Damon by his side. I drink my first cocktail and holy mother goddess, this is some good stuff! Pretty soon we are also chugging down bottles of goldstrike, and the party is in full swing.

It takes a lot for werewolves and dragons to get drunk, but as the bottles are flowing like water, I am starting to feel the effects.

Apparently, I'm a hugger when drunk. I knew I was with Nick, but I thought that was only with him. As Damon also just found out, as he has barely been able to get rid of me and my hugs for the past hour. "Sis, you know I love you to death, right? But - you are kind of a c*ck blocker tonight.

No woman dares to try prying me away from the prettiest woman here" he laughs wholeheartedly. I chide him, slapping him with the back of my hand playfully, before saying "sorry for loving you!" dramatically with a pout. I am a lot more expressive when tipsy it seems.

This earns me another laugh, before he nudges his head behind me and says "I think someone would like to dance". I turn around to see Trevor behind me with a dazzling smile on his face, his hand outstretched "dance?". "You don't have to dance with me just because Damon wants this c*cblocker out of the way, you know. I'd easily find someone to dance with" I huff.

"I know that, you are the most gorgeous woman here. I was just hoping you'd say yes to me, since I'm the first one that dares to ask?" he looks at me with a boyish grin on his face. Right when I'm about to answer, the energy in the room shifts and I see a lot of heads turn. I hear a couple of women gossiping about the pieces of meat that just walked in. I wasn't going to look until the smell of evergreen and cedarwood wafted into my nose.

I turn around to see Zeke and Zane walking into the club with many men and, of course, women. The women are dressed even sluttier than the average woman here - and that is saying something.

I can't help but be annoyed instantly. Zeke and Zane spot me, but to my surprise, they don't acknowledge my existence at all and just walk off. Not that I care. Idi*ts.

"You know what, I'd love to dance" I tell Trevor, right when Sean Paul - temperature comes on. One of my all-time favorites. Trevor and I are dancing - or well grinding - intimately together for some time, lost in the moment. The alcohol isn't doing me any favors, as I feel my boundaries slipping away fast.

I am grinding against Trevor as he has his hands on my waist, holding me from behind. Anyone who doesn't know us would surely think we are either a couple, or are getting it on tonight.

Neither of these is my plan, though. "I love dancing with you" Trevor says into my ear lustfully, sending involuntarily shivers down my spine.

"Bathroom break, be right back" I respond in return, completely ignoring his lingering gaze and the way he reluctantly lets go of me. I need a break before I get carried away.

Doing my business in the cubicle, I can hear a group of girls giggling and squealing how hot the 2 handsome strangers are. By their conversation I can tell they mean Zeke and Zane, and I can't help but roll my eyes. For the love of the goddess, can't I get a break anywhere?

They finally leave the restroom, and I continue to wash my hands before stepping out myself. After a few steps I am pulled away by my arm roughly, to a more secluded spot out of sight.

Right when I am about to punch whoever this is in the throat, the smell of cedarwood hits me and I am looking up into a pair of blazing blue eyes.

Those of Zane to be precise. It may be the alcohol, the fact that I have never paid attention or that I have never been so close to them, but his eyes are absolutely mesmerizing. They are fierce, predatorial even. And they are staring at me like his anger is about to topple over.

He has me caged in between his arms that are on either side of my face against the wall, and his body is pressing against mine. It has been a while since I have seen this dominant side of him, as they have been graveling at my feet for months, weeks, whatever is has been now.

I absolutely hate to admit it, but his aggressiveness and possessiveness is turning me on, big time. I can feel each muscle of his sixpack press against my belly, as well as a semi-erect bulge in his pants pressing against my pelvis.

I can feel my panties getting wet, and I have to cross and clench my legs to try and stop him from smelling it at least.