Life of the Party

Chapter 4: Life of the Party

~ Willow ~

“This way Willow.” Mona whispered to me as we exited out into the hall. This place is super elegant. Everything is marble. These dragons sure know how to live. Everywhere I look I see white and gold and creamy orange marble. It’s simply beautiful, this whole place is. There are huge floor to ceiling marble columns that support the tall ceilings. This place is enormous, it has to be. Dragons are massive creatures. 

I wasn’t paying attention to Mona’s directions, I just followed her. We walk out into what looks like a beautiful garden turned into a nightclub. The music is blaring out over the mountain top and this place is already filled with hot guys. Most of them are dragons obviously. I see one girl grab the arm of a male who is standing near her and pull him closer. She gives me a warning look and I just smirk at her. Always so jealous. I laugh to myself. Her stares don’t intimidate me. Dragons may be strong but so am I. I don’t want her man anyway; I just want to dance. I walk through the crowd. Mona pulls me over to a bar. Oh yeah, this prince knows how to throw a party. The bartender hands me a drink, and I smash it back without even knowing what it is. I ask for another of the same and quickly shoot it down. 

We walked to the dance floor, and I couldn’t help but start to move to the music. I lose myself to the beat. It wasn’t long before I felt hands slide around my waist and I decided to roll with it. I turned my head to see a handsome guy with brown hair pulling me into him. He’s cute. I turn toward him and begin to move my body against his. I try to keep it a little less steamy since my parents are in the same building as the party. Daddy would tear this guy’s head off if he saw him touching me like this. Not only that, but the thought of betraying Drake makes me feel sick to my stomach. The song ended and I smiled at the guy holding me.

“Thanks for the dance, handsome.” I wanted another drink, but when I attempted to walk away he grabbed my waist and pulled me back into him. What the hell?

“Where are you going sexy? I wasn’t done with you yet.” He said to me, I don’t know who he thinks he is, but he is about to find out who I am. I respect myself too much to let this asshole think he can tell me what I can and can’t do. Even Drake knows his limits. I extend my fangs and my claws come out. I run my hand down his chest.

“Believe me, you couldn’t handle me.” I promised as I purposefully ripped his shirt in the process. He now has four huge gashes in his shirt, complements of my Lycan, Nola. I turn to walk away from the ass hat. Nola and I think alike. Douchebags like this don’t get away with touching us like that. The guy’s eyes grew wider.

“You’re a fucking wolf.” Gur... What did he just say? I turn back around and look him straight in his eyes. A crowd has begun to surround us now, but my give a damns busted. 

“Not that I have anything against werewolves, but...” I say. In a low tone. I stepped back up to him and I ran my finger over his bottom lip. “That is where you are wrong.” I grab his dick and squeeze hard. “I am a fucking Lycan!” I growl out at him as he screams and stumbles back holding his junk in his hands. 

“Crazy bitch!” He yelled at me. I laughed out loud.

“Got that right!” I continue to the bar and get myself another drink. Mona walked up to me. 

“Willow, you crazy ass! you just nearly castrated the biggest playboy here tonight!” She started laughing. 

“Good.” I say, as I turn my glass up. 

I run my eyes over the crowd. I see couples having hot make out sessions, and dancers who are getting a little too cozy. I look toward the DJ stand, and I see a pair of piercing blue eyes staring straight at me. My heart rate speeds up as his gaze has me frozen where I stand. He is so sexy. I gave him a smile, then finally turned away from him deciding I needed another drink. I just want to dance and have fun, that’s all. I shouldn’t have anything to do with the guy who was just eating me up with his piercing blue eyes. I turn around and lean over the bar to ask for another round. The bartender hands me my drink, and I turn back around and nearly drop my drink when I slam into a hard chest. I stop breathing when I realize that he is even better looking up close.

“Damn, I thought I knew everyone who was going to be here tonight. What’s your name sexy?” He asked me. I couldn’t help but let my eyes roam up and down his body. I know he is rock hard under those clothes, and all of a sudden, my mouth is powder dry. 

“Willow.” I said. Leaning myself against the bar. “What’s yours?” I asked. His eyes flashed from light blue to dark. He is a dragon. Duh Willow, what else would he be? A troll? Maybe I have had too much to drink. One of my favorite songs to dance to blasted over the speakers. “I LOVE this song!” I say screaming so he could hear me.

“They call me Brax. Do you wanna dance?” I nodded my head, letting him know that I would love to. I left my drink on the bar and he took my hand and gently led me to the dance floor. I am reserved, the thought of Drake weighing heavily on my conscious. This guy is so hot, I am afraid I won’t be able to stick to my morals tonight. I really miss Drake, I shouldn’t though, he was such an ass to me. 

Brax pulled me close as the beat kept thumping. More people started gathering around us on the dance floor. He is the hottest guy I have ever seen. Drinks and sexual attraction don’t mix well with a girl who has a guy back home. Drake is probably making out with a new girl right now, so I am trying not to think about him. I looked up at Brax when he grabbed my hips and ran his hands over my waist and up my back. We started to move together. He surprised me as he leaned down, and I felt the heat of his breath on my neck.

“You’re going to be trouble for me, I can already tell.” Holy shit, that caused me to feel things that I have never felt before, not even with Drake. The alcohol must be doing its job because I let myself get lost in the music. I slid down his body and enjoyed the low rumbles coming from his chest. He grabbed my waist again and pulled me back into him. The smooth roll of both our hips into each other took things to another level. The sexual tension is thick. 

“You're a much better dancer than the last guy?” I said. His lips stretched at one corner of his mouth showing off a confident white smile.

“I witnessed the whole thing with him.” He replied to me. “I thought I was going to have to step in to show him how to treat a woman. It looks like you had it covered though. That whole display was fucking hot.” He bit his lip. I bit the inside of my cheek. Anxiety eats at me as well as the feeling of guilt because I found his confidence to be a turn on. He gives off a bad boy vibe that competes with Drake. Ugh… What is wrong with me? 

We danced for an hour straight. I was having so much fun. I was getting more comfortable with Brax the longer I spent with him. We took a break from dancing, and he walked me over to a table near the back of the dance floor. I was surprised when he didn’t sit across the table from me. He slid his chair around the table and placed it right next to mine. He turned his head to look at me. He had that crooked grin again that I thought was so sexy. I could see so many women trying to catch his attention. He didn’t bother to even look at them. He looked at me like he only had eyes for… me. I don’t even know this guy. Although I want to get to know him better, I can’t do anything that I will regret tomorrow. Even if Drake’s threat still has me pissed off. 

“Your eyes are beautiful, you know that?” His complement pulled me from my train of thought. I smiled at him.

“Thank you.” My cheeks blushed. Beautiful means something to me. It makes me feel like he thinks I am worth more than just a good time. I bit my bottom lip in thought. He seems to have the perfect balance of gentleman and bad boy. 

The volume of the music lowered as the DJ’s voice erupted over the speakers. Brax turned his head back toward the front to hear what the DJ had to say. I let my eyes roll over his handsome features for a moment, he is so handsome.

“Listen up, listen up! Everyone, wish our prince a happy 23rd birthday!” The crowd cheered. The DJ continued “You know we love you Brax, thanks for throwing this fucking awesome party!” My head snapped toward the DJ stand then back to Brax. The crowd got louder, but I couldn’t hear anything. Brax is not the prince… I sat straight up in my seat; my posture was no longer comfortable…

“The prince's name is Jaxon Layden.” I said, my shock on full display. He bit his lip and grinned at me.

“Brax Jaxon Layden… It’s good to see you again Princess Willow.”