A series of short stories and drabbles, some as commissions (tagged in story body or title), as well as little snippets of what lives in my mind rent free. Updates are sporadic, but hopefully can spend some fun times in between updates on my longer...
Written for Twitter and Wattpad user @healthfritillaryand her absolute love for her 'skinny vampire'. You can find the rest on Twitter by looking under the profile of Glitterati LaRaeux.
He stood outside of the nightclub, pulsing bass reaching all the way out to the street from the brick walls, his fists clenched as he leaned casually against her car and trained his sharp eyes on the door. He knew she was there, the beating of her heart and sense of her presence was undeniable. She was his mate; he could find her anywhere in the world.
Which meant she knew he was there, as well.
And she was choosing not to come out to him.
His nostrils flared as they filled the with thousands of scents, three in particular that made his blood boil: Seven werewolves, just like that last time she had come home late, alcohol on the breath that he loved most fanning over his cheek, and the obvious arousal of his mate.
"Fuck this," he growled, shoving off of the car and stomping to the entrance of the club.
The bouncer, a good half foot taller and dozens of pounds heavier, balked when he saw the fire in the vampire's eyes. He knew very well what Changkyun was, and was inclined to keep his entrails in place, letting the shorter man pass by the line and into the club without a question. Once inside, he needed only a bare minute to adjust to the flashing lights and expanses of exposed flesh, eyes eyes zeroing in on her from across the dancefloor.
"Goddamnit, Sara."
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He was by her side in a flash, yanking two sweating wolves from the front and back of her body, earning a startled gasp from Sara and another nearby female, as well as a few growls from the other wolves around them. He sneered at the two that were touching his girl, baring his fangs with a stereotypical hiss while his body instinctively blocked his mate's protectively. Their eyes narrowed for a split second, recognition dawning on their faces as their stances relaxed.
"She's with you, then," the taller of the two gestured, dimples showing in his sardonic smile, "I wondered where she ran off to every night."
"Funny," Changkyun rumbled, "I, myself, was wondering as to where she seemed to be running off to lately."
"Don't blame us if you can't keep a handle on your girl," the shorter of the two piped in, his doll-lake face showing more attitude than Changkyun appreciated, "We don't have a say in how she spends her time. She's not our mate."
Changkyun scoffed loudly, "First of all, no one keeps a handle on her," he chuckled, "She's my woman, not my property, and she's not the kind of girl one keeps on a leash," he simpered at the shorter man, "Or is that not something you dogs understand very well?"
"Jimin?" the other woman intoned, raising an eyebrow, "Don't be a dick." She faced Changkyun, "You, either, leech. My boys did nothing wrong, even if their balls do get a bit big for their britches sometimes."
