When The Monster Bites

Chapter 7-Orion

Did she just actually ignore me? Why the f**k is she smiling like that? I thought she wanted a drink.

She looks good, really good, leaning against the bar with a beer in her hand suits her. I needed a damn beer. Turning away from the torture that my mind seems to keep picturing I catch the bartenders deadened stare. I watch Cora leap over the bar grabbing a bottle of dark liquor and a shot glass. No concern evident, in getting caught.

“Starting a tab?” the bartender taps his fingers on the bar top impatient.

“Yes, a beer and I will be covering the red heads also.” I reply quickly, intent on keeping her out of trouble while in my company at least.

“Oh well, that one’s tab is already paid. She comes here a lot never once paid for a drink. Some other sorry soul will cross paths with that one tonight.” He turns back to his other paying customers after retrieving my beer.

She is back on the other side by the time the bartender turns around checking on other paying customers.

A couple of younger men approach her getting turned down right away. They walk off angry by whatever Cora says but she pays them no mind. Sights set on something but what? She’s waiting. What she is waiting on I have no clue but I am happy to wait nursing my own beer. She on the other hand has taken multiple shots at this point.

Worried, I stand to go over to her but I get a violent shake of her head and a pointed look to sit the f**k down. Why am I not tossing her over my shoulder to take her home? I want to see more of her monster. I want to know exactly what I am dealing with. Sirens are vicious and their appetites can become bottomless pits never satisfied.

Another male approaches Cora but this time she has that smile again. Luring the man in she turns pushing her t**s on the bar and her ass perched out on the bar stool. She pats the seat beside her.

I sharpen my hearing reaching for my wolf and his abilities.

“I would like to get to know you a little better, sweet thing.” The man whispers in her ear. While slipping something in her drink.

“I would like that. Care to slip away handsome.” Cora states simply as she brushes her hand down his arm all the while pushing her drink away at the same time distracting the man.

Jealousy and trepidation rise but I stay put curious to what her next move is.

“Can I get you another one?” the bartender interrupts my inner monologue and stare down.

“No thanks, man” I reply eager to get my eyes and ears back on the pair down the bar from me but to my dismay they are nowhere to be seen.