The Succubus and her two Mates

34| The Bad Guy

There wasn't a day, not even a wistful moment of the day where he didn't think about her. She slivered across his brain.

It had been his weakness for her that got him in this damn mess. The doctors had said she would be in hospital for an indeterminate time and Kainon decided to just take her home. His plan to just take her from that place without permission. He had left in the night, just him, not wanting to draw undue attention from humans. Not that it mattered. He'd been ambushed and taken into Therien and the Wolf Kingdom.

He recalled the day they met, those moments - hell every moment with her. He'd arrived at the club early for a meeting he was having with a generally unpleasant being. He'd never been there before. His associate was known to frequent the place, which he knew was owned by an exiled shifter.

It was common for him to arrive at new places early to scope out the environment, being a naturally untrusting demon.

He'd felt it the moment he stepped into the club. A thrumming feeling of anticipation. A couple of women had greeted him on arrival fussing over him - he was an attractive man, his ash blonde hair was on the long side, his features all sharp angles, lean with wiry muscles - he'd dismissed their offer to sit at a table, instead opting to sit at the bar, which had the best vantage point for the whole club - a view of the stage, all the tables in front of it and the booths and lap dancing rooms along each side wall, with the door to, he assumed, the dressing rooms and office in the corner, closest to the bar. There weren't many customers at this time of the early afternoon and the stage was empty. One of the women that had greeted him stood off to the side, waiting for the next customer to enter while the other wandered around joining a third woman who was chatting with the guys that were there nursing their drinks.

He'd been facing away from the bar and saw her from the corner of his eye come from the back room, slipping behind the bar. She was wearing a halter crop top and hot pants, knee high combat boots, all black. He felt a desire for her that he'd not experienced in his very long life. He'd noticed a startled look on her face which she had shaken off, a warm smile gracing her face.

"What can I get for you?" She'd asked.

He'd wanted to say something clever and sexy, charming, but he'd been so thrown by her presence. "Your name?"

She'd giggled and he'd gotten hard with the motion of her hand fluttering to touch her lips as she laughed. Words caught in her throat for a second. "I meant a drink."

He could smell her sudden arousal. "Water."

She'd hesitated. "Um... I kinda need you to buy something."

"A lap dance, then."

"Um... okay... I can get one of the girls to-"

He cut her off. "From you."

He'd relished the flush that appeared across her cheeks. She hesitated. He watched her as she shifted her weight from one foot to the other. He liked the idea that she was squirming from her attraction to him, but she may just have been nervous.

"I guess that'd be okay..." she looked around like she was looking for someone.

"You have private rooms?"

That made her gulp. "Yeah, but-."

"Kain!" A voice bellowed. Daylight spilled into the club briefly as the front door was opened. "You're early, you shifty bastard."

A dangerous growl had emitted from him involuntarily. Bastion was early too. It was at least half an hour until their scheduled meet up time.

"I see you've met our sweet Ronnie." Bastion had the loudest speaking voice, it rose above the low music that was playing. He waltzed in and slapped the greeting girl's ass as he went past her. She yelped admonishing him playfully. He was obviously well known and accepted as no touching rules were pretty standard in a place like this.

"Bass, my good man." Ronnie had sounded relieved at the disruption and a feeling of rage sparked in Kainon. "How's shit?"

"You know precious, same ol' same ol'. Where's the old gal?"

"Um. I think Bobby's just ducked out, she should be back soon. Do you need anything extra today?"

"No. Just the usual, my sweet. We'll also take the soundproof booth."

Kainons jealousy at their familiarity had almost blinded him. Bastion slapped a hand on his shoulder, using that to apply pressure, indicating for Kainon to follow him. He was either oblivious to Kainons response to being interrupted or he was ignoring it.

"She'll bring us some drinks at the booth." He addressed Kainon, feeling his resistance to move from the bar. "And some girls for after, yeah, Ronnie?"

She nodded. "Sure thing, Bass. Belle and Betty start in a few. I'll send them to you guys." She started to get busy gathering Bass' drinks.

"I'll come back for that lap dance," he'd told her, ignoring Bastion's raised eyebrow as he overheard.

The booth room had bench seats that wrapped around the back and side walls with a small, relative to the space, low narrow table in the middle. It looked like it could be removed. Kainon assumed it was designed to allow for the girls to move and perform here.

She'd arrived shortly after they had sat down, two neat bourbons, two champagne flutes and a bucket with a bottle of champagne in it.

The choice of drink confused Kainon and he gave Bastion a look. He waited until she left before answering his unspoken question.

She closed the door behind her without being asked.

"It's the most expensive thing to buy - provides the right cover for being here as well and making sure Bobby is compensated for her discretion. Plus the girls always like to drink it when they join us."

The business component of the meeting had gone well. He let Bastion do most of the talking, which the other man seemed to prefer anyway, just responding with his understanding and giving his advice when needed. Bastion had already thought of pretty much everything.

He'd liked being able to see her walk around the club through the glass sliding doors that were fixed to the booth room. He didn't care that he was being obvious.

"So, all settled," Bastion had recapped, "You take care of that Jones guy and his crew and my people will take it from there. We'll meet again in two weeks and discuss next steps."

Kainon had just nodded and stood up. He was done here. But Bastion had stopped him. "She's really very young."

"What?" He'd snapped.

Bastion looked at him then cast his eyes out to Ronnie, who was laughing and dancing with one of the other women on the floor, casually. Not part of the job, just having fun.

"I don't think that'll be any of your business," he'd snarled, his eyes flashing to black.

Bastion's own eyes blacked out at the disrespect. "I think you'll find anything and anyone in this town is my business. This is my place, Kainon. Don't fuck it up for me."

Kainon nodded in understanding. Bastion was the big man around here. For now. Bastion seemed satisfied with his acquiescence.

He hadn't stayed to spend time with the promised girls, he'd left that all for Bastion. He saw Ronnie as he went to exit the club, watching him leave. He gave her a slight nod, hoping she understood that he'd be back. He was sure he saw a slight smile tug the corner of her mouth.

He hadn't known exactly what she was then, just that she was something special. He'd loved her - as much as a man thing could.

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