"Elicia"

Elias:

Just another night at the club.

Staring out over the thumping club as Chris, Ben, and Roger played their nightly poker game in the office. Desmond and Izzy encouraged us to experience “life” after they took us in three years ago, which felt fucking fantastic having a family that existed and cared for us.

I mean “Mom” cared about us, giving us names instead of numbers like our “Father” but she only lived long enough to do that.

My eyes zeroed in on Randi high fiving Ezra at the bar, holding a beautiful Goddess close to his side as Ezra handed them Blue Breezes. Laughing at the fact, Randi showed interest in a woman as they sipped their drinks with bright smiles, slipping out to the dance floor.

Randi was skilled in the art of “smooth” with the guys, but he seemed naturally relaxed around this “Goddess” with purply-blue locks in a gorgeous ombre. The flashing lights played beautifully against the colors as her sweaty, deep tanned skin flushed gently against the raging heat of the club.

Her plus size curves, cladded temptingly in that tight strapless black club dress riding up those juicy thighs as she gracefully pulled it back down, swaying and grinding against Randi. Turning swiftly to leave as my brothers just stared in confusion, sliding down the quick access stairs to the ground floor.

“Where are you going so fast?” Roger laughed amused in our link as the bass tickled my sensitive hearing, scanning through the raging crowd of arousal and alcohol.

Ignoring him as I caught a mouth-watering scent of warm spice and fresh rain, reaching out to touch the creature that filled my body with a warm tingling as Randi stopped in front me with a perked brow of confusion.

“What are doing Elias?” Randi’s megawatt smile beamed brightly against the dancing club lights and deep penetrating bass.

“Who you got with you tonight?” Catching the 5’6 “Goddess” slip past us as her hips bounced playfully to the bass as Ezra refilled her drink with a sickening sweet smile.

“She’s new in London, so I offered to show her a good time for her first night.” Randi held my gaze as she leaned against the bar, melting into the bass as my brothers appeared out of the swaying blanket of drunken bodies.

“What is that smell?” Ben sniffed the air as Roger and Chris caught sight of the black dress cladded Goddess, turning around to refill her drink again as Ezra caught our stares, freezing for a moment as we nodded to him to serve her.

“Don’t scare her. She’s human.” Growling in link as they stood behind me, feeling the warm static charges snapping along our body as she slipped past us with a sweet “Excuse Me”.

Fisting the air in a care-free embrace as the club roared to life with a heavy embrace, disappearing into the swarming crowd of dancing, grinding bodies.

“You have her number. I know it.” Turning to Randi as he tried to follow behind her, but Ben and Chris halted his approach with firm grips to his shoulders.

“Seriously, guys. She is studying at the Fine Arts, find her there but let her be tonight. Mama Eve sensed her silent turmoil on the plane.” That perked our brows because Mama Eve was in town and we could “not so bluntly” ask about our little kitten.

“Just give me the “DAMN” number Randi and keep her safe.” Watching as he pulled out his phone, feeling the buzz notification in my back pocket as I checked to see a text from Randi, nodding for him to go.

Smiling darkly against the raging lights as we weaved back through the drunken crowd, slipping back up to our office in a silent rush. Gathering along the viewing window, catching her energetic smile radiate through the club packed with sweaty, jiving bodies.

“She gorgeous.” Chris hummed darkly as Ben poured some bear-shine, handing them over as Roger dimmed the office lights so we could watch our little curvaceous kitten.

“Randi’s lucky he’s gay or he would have been knocked out on the floor.” Roger snarled lowly, feeling our links flood with a crazy heat as our arousals filled the office like a heavy fog.

“Jesus! Air this place out.” Dominic laughed darkly from the office door, waving his hand playfully as he joined us at the viewing window.

Taking a hard swig of shine, feeling the subtle burn as it soothed the burning ache that consumed my body, drinking every inch of her body as we stood silently like stalkers.

“So, what’s got the juices flowing?” Dominic laughed lightly as he leaned back, looking at us with a shit eating grin as his black locks sat neatly faux hawked, enhancing those jaded-crimson orbs that said, “Take me, I’m yours”.

Atlas was bound to the high coven, after her stunt with Mei so Dominic has been spending a lot of time at the coven, taking us periodically for new masterpieces that Atlas always enjoyed. Lady Morgan said her artworks were a true display of her magic and the fact she was a long line of tattoo artists.

“How’s Atlas?” Ben leaned back with a dark smirk as my eyes followed my “seductive kitten” grinding and laughing with Randi as the night slowly passed by with the crowd dispersing slowly.

“She’s bored like always but sends hugs and kisses. So, you going to answer my question “What’s got your juices flowing?” Hmm…” Dom’s eyes flickered between us as we pointed out to the dance floor with bright smiles and aching groins.

“Find “Randi”?” Roger laughed darkly as Dom scanned over the crowd, coughing into his fist as his eyes landed on our target with bright smiles as we sipped our shine.

“Is that an “actual” female he is dancing with?” Dom laughed darkly as he leaned on the sill with an amused expression.

“She’s new in town, and apparently she had the pleasure of meeting Mama Eve on the flight over.” Ben had this glow to his face as Dom perked a curious brow at us.

“You four are acting strange, what’s really going on?” Dom nailed it as we shared the same shit eating expression as the club reached closing time.

“Should we tell him?” Chris linked curiously as we looked over at him, knowing he could read us like fucking books with that damn “Brotherly” vibe he always claimed to have with us.

Desmond and Izzy adopted us shortly after we began staying with them, receiving the Nightshade surname, so Dominic became part of our “brotherly gang” pretty much including him in on every detail “good” and “bad” during our lives.

“Look, I know you “guys” don’t have the purest pasts but from the looks of “this” that little thing down there has triggered something, so spill.” Dom pointed with a sarcastic finger to emphasize our weird behavior, because let us face it, we were hovering the line of “Stalkers” by standing here in the dark watching her grind and sway, when we were normally laid back and chilling all the time.

“Small problem. She’s human.” Chris laughed shortly, rubbing the bridge of his nose with a strange scrunched up expression.

“Your point. Atlas is classified as human with supernatural powers as a “Witch”.” Dom rebutted as we turned, leaning against the sill with our legs crossed pondering the situation.

“The way I see it, if Mama Eve allowed Randi to ask her out on the town, knowing full-well how flamboyant he is and his party life, then she must have sensed something about that “Young Lady” down there for whoever to discover. Take the chance “guys”, pursue her, learn about her, get to know her but don’t stand here and mope when some other “swinging dick” steps in and sweeps her away.” Dom waved his hands around like an “Italian” drunk as he looked over his shoulder with a dark smirk.

“Why don’t you start now.” He pointed over his shoulder with his thumb as we turned to see Randi carrying her in his arms, while she giggled and waved her hands around full-on drunk.

“SHIT!” We all exclaimed as Roger grabbed the SUV keys darting out the door, sliding down the back access stairs like “sailors”, dropping to our feet with quick looks around the alleyway as the Range Rover beeped with Dom leaning against it like a smartass.

“You forgot me.” He laughed darkly, crawling into the blacked-out Rover as Roger backed out quickly, slamming the open doors closed in motion.

Tires screeching to a stop on the slick, rain coated blacktop.

“Jesus Fucking Christ Roger!” We growled at him as we regained our composure after the abrupt stop in motion, smacking faces off head rests and limbs colliding against one another.

Rubbing the knot that was forming on my forehead with a low snarling hiss.

“Look!” Roger commanded as he looked through the rear-view window over his shoulder, gripping the passenger seat head rest with Ben smirking evilly over the seat.

Snapping around as we caught sight of Randi at his mini-Cooper, tucking a very drunk “kitten” into the front seat with a bright smile as he clicked her seatbelt before walking over to the driver side.

“Fucking Christ!” Dom laughed darkly as we laughed at his comment, seeing the infamous British Flag painted to the roof as the blacked-out mini weaved through the traffic.

“Don’t lose him.” Chris smacked the back of the seat in excitement, cutting off other drivers as Randi zipped through traffic effortlessly in that tiny piece of shit called a car.

Buzz…Buzz…puling out my phone to see a text from Randi.