A Hotter Revenge For The Luna.

Chapter 4

Ryker—

I ride past a sign post boldly written "The Lantern Club" the letters are glowing like gold in night and everything in the club, drinks, women, music, costs more than an average wolf from Mooncrest pack earns per hour.

Kane stirs low in my chest, restless, hackles half-raised at the stench of too many strangers and too much want in the air.

I kill the engine of my car, yank the seatbelts off and step out of the car, about to savour anything that comes first— Whiskey? Smoke? Women? I don't give a s**t anymore.

Kane snarls softly, hungry for something rawer than liquor, claws flexing inside my skin.

Inside is crowded, people swaying to good music, some chartering with women, whispers and laughter spilling out.

The air is mixed with smoke, rum and musk. I slam a hundred on the counter. "Whisky! As many bottles as this can buy." I tell the bartender with a braided hair, waistcoat and shirtsleeves.

Bartender raises an eyebrow, mouth is opened but nothing comes out. He doesn't look like he's in for long talks. Good.

He slides two bottles later and do not wait for a glass or anything. I knock the cover off like I'm crazy or something. Down it more than half at a go. I've lost my mind. I'm wincing as it burns its way down like a gasoline.

Kane paces, ears flat, the burn only feeding the fire instead of putting it out.

The room tilts slightly. Bartender in front of me is a blur. I'm blinking my sight out of the tilting room but it doesn't go away. Bartender kept watching me like he'd call the police anytime.

I do not pay attention to him. I let my mouth fit around the neck, and now the second one. The clear liquid doesn't come out anymore. The bottles empty. I slam it back on the counter and stand up slowly. I sway once. Grab the stool for support. Nothing else is clear except Laura's ass against Matteo's d**k.

"f*****g bastards!" I yell trying to keep up on my feet.

Kane lunges against my ribs, fangs bared, a guttural growl vibrating in my throat that every shifter in the room hears and pretends they don’t.

Bartender startles and pull back. I don't mind, I walk out without looking back.

Liquor and I have an understanding. Laura and I used to do this atleast twice in a week. Tonight is different though because the pain is stronger than liquor.

The atmosphere lurches hard again as I shove the club door open. "f**k!" I curse under my breath as I pitch forward. I just want to forget her for the night. I take a slow inhale of the cool city air, like I know I have it under control. My boot thud the asphalt sure enough. I spot my SUV among other cars close to the curb. And walk to it without weaving.

I swing into the drivers seat, key in ignite. My SUV catches, engine rumbling like a beast, foot on brake, I hesitate for a while. Steady myself, then go! No time.

I tore into the night careful till I'm at Dad's street. Dad's block is dead quiet, only warm rich lights and streetlights are dazzling.

I eased my car to a stop and walk to the front door.

The front door eases fast on its own before I even touch it.

A girl, looks like a teen except that she's well endowed. Ginger hair cascading down her back. A huge sexy pair of pale arctic blue eyes. She's donning a red short silk sleep gown, three buttons undone and her soft thighs appear when she lifts her hands or shifts her weight. She's untouchable hot.

The second Kane scents her, every hair on my body lifts. A low, involuntary rumble rolls out of my chest; Kane recognises something ancient and dangerous and f*****g irresistible.

Just by looking at her face, it's like every memory of Laura drowns out.

Dad didn't tell me he's got mums replacement. An eighteen or nineteen year old that keeps him warm when he's supposed to be taking his doctors appointment seriously. She's all shades of perfect and would do well with me, not a fifty something years old man. My Dad.

Kane snarls, possessive and furious at the thought of another male’s claim.

Her full lips part like she's about to say something and her huge pale blue eyes are locked on me. "Hey." She says softly. A little curious. "Looking for Vance?"

"Yes— uhmm—." I scratch nothing at all at my temples. "I'm Vance's son."

Her eyes flick up to my face suddenly, disappointment crossing her face suddenly. Then she catches herself. A slow, killer smile curves her lips as her gaze rakes over me and my c**k doesn't care about morals anymore. It becomes rigid against my zipper.

Kane presses forward so hard my vision flashes gold for a heartbeat, claws pricking under my nails.

"Oh— you are Vance's son." I swallow hard, reek of whiskey in my breath. "Yeah." I manage. "Oh come in. Come in" she says, let the smile spread lazily again.

She turns, dress fluttering. And the silk rides high enough behind her that I catch a flash of her bottom ass. My c**k is jerking as I follow her behind.

Kane stalks after her like she’s prey he’s already decided belongs to us.

"Dad isn't home?" I ask, eye darting over the dimly lit house. "Vance isn't coming home tonight." She replies calmly. "Want something? Food, drink? Anything" She says. Innocent. Concerned. "No." I answer quickly. "No need— I — I've had something already." "Alright" she spun around to leave. "Dad's— girlfriend?"

She smiles, pauses by the dispenser "no. Just a homeless girl he's helping." She takes a little sip of water from the dispenser. "Uncle beats my ass when he's drunk."

I don't hear whatever she says, I just want to keep watching her speak. I just stare. Can't help it. She's the most beautiful, sexiest thing I've seen in years maybe ever. I feel it in my gut and d**k even though my hearts still in pieces. "Your name?"

"Raina." Her name left her lips like a breathy whisper, slow, wicked and soft. "Raina Vernoux."

Kane whines, a low desperate sound that scrapes my bones; the name sinking into us like teeth.

My response slipped out rougher than I meant Nice name. "I'm Ryker Vance."

She paused like she just memorized the name to herself, then, "Let me know if you need anything." She murmurs, voice velvet, smiles again then walks away. Better she walked away than stand here because I might do something stupid.

Kane claws at my ribs, begging to chase.

The way she looked at me hit hard. Top sexy. Hot as hell. Must have been the alcohol messing up with my sight. A small wave of dizziness tapped my balance. Everytime I blinked, I saw Laura with Matteo both moaning and groaning in ecstasy to each other, it doesn't look like the first whiskey's working enough. A reminder I needed more.

I head for the mini bar because I need something stronger than memories tonight. More drinks, whiskeys, champagnes, rum, anything. One bottle, two bottles, twenty, perfect! I pushed the heavy oak door open and golden lights spill over.

Raina's there and I'm almost shock, thinking she went straight to bed.

The lights turn her pale blue eyes almost liquid and startled when she sees me. Her hair is well combed and slipped to cascade beautifully over her back and shoulder. One bare knee is hooked over the ring of the stool as shes lounging on a leather stool facing me, bathed in low amber lights in the bar. She looks like Velvet I can't resist touching.

Kane stops pacing and goes perfectly still, predator locked on, every muscle coiled.

A Smirnoff bottle sits on the table and a short glass presses lightly against her lips and the low amber lights catches the motion in the sexiest way. "Oh— hey." She says softly. "Not sleeping yet?"

I don't speak to her. I don't reply. I'm trying to resist the voices in my heart and the heat in my veins.

Kane is done resisting; I can feel my eyes bleeding gold.

I shoulder past the lower shelves, finger crossing around the cold bottle in the top shelf. Dad's arrangement: only drinks hotter than fire mixed with gasoline. I read the bottle. "Balkan 176 — 80% ABV".

I twist the cap with my teeth, spit it away and I take a brutal swallow. The burn is fierce; heat explodes in my gut, hotter than ever. Exactly what I want.

All I see is Raina. She looks edible now. The hurt, the alcohol and the hunger is mixing up into something wild. She might be Dads girl or Dad's guest or whatever relationship she has with Dad I don't care anymore and f**k morals. I don't care about that too. If morals existed, my bestfriend wouldn't have screwed my girl. I want Raina and she's the only thing in my head right now.

Kane howls inside me, a triumphant, feral sound that rattles my bones.

Raina sets her glass down, licks her lips slowly. The clear liquid in it is half gone. She glances at my wrecked state. "You look like you are hurting." She says, soft, concerned and sexy.

I slam the bottle into the marble, hard enough to leave a jagged mark on it. "Yeah." I growl, voice raw, eyes dark, then I walk right over to her in just few strides "Make me forget her." I'm breathing heavily now.

She doesn't even know who I'm talking about. She doesn't move. She just watches me with those huge eyes, lips apart, no words.

Kane surges so hard my gums ache where fangs want to drop.

That's all. I don't need her say anything. Just obey.

Quickly, I pin her back against the cocktail table, bottles rattling as I kiss her fiercely, tasting a soft zing of citrus and boozy burn on her lips. I grab her waist, lift her properly off the stool and set her ass on the cold marble counter and shove her thighs apart.

"Vance is not—" "Shhhh" I rasp, rip the strap of her silk nightie apart. No bra! Her t**s spill free, round and heavy. n*****s pink, already hard. I groan and take one in my mouth, sucking then licking slow circles on her n****e. Then I take the other. She lets me. I suck it like I'm starving.

Kane is snarling with pleasure, claws raking down my spine from the inside, urging me to bite, to claim, to mark.

"Ryker!" She's whimpering my name. "Vance might—." "I don't give a f**k about that." She's talking too much now. I cut her off with another bruising kiss. She gasps into my mouth, but now, she's kissing me back. "Please." She manages. Breathy. Then she pushes me away, gets up and runs inside her room. Door slamming shut.

Kane roars in outrage, slamming against my skin so hard the lights flicker with my pulse.

I drag a hand through my hair and mutters a ragged curse as disappointment slams into me like knife. Jeans around my thighs, c**k hard as rock and my pulse is faster than a sports car.

Kane paces tight circles, whining, furious, ready to tear the door down and take what’s ours.

There's hope. I won't force a thing. There's hope. Good she has some restrictions because I'd tear it down.