Ford Focused

[Madison]

I walked out of the restroom and scanned the barroom until I saw Serena. She was talking to a thick wall of man. My drink was sitting in front of an empty chair next to her and two well-worn women were glaring daggers at Serena. I looked back at the man she’d picked for me.

My breath caught. I felt a little dizzy. My demon side started purring. He was solid and sensual. His grin made his eyes sparkle. I felt things tighten inside me when his tongue darted along his full lips after he took a drink, searching for missing drops. He had shiny black hair that was mussed in a sexy way, dark eyes, an aquiline nose, and high cheekbones.

The muscles in his arms and chest flexed as he brought the glass up to his mouth. His black t-shirt seemed barely able to contain them. They were thick, strongman type muscles, not those carved muscles of bodybuilders. From the way he towered over the women at his table, I could tell he was tall. Height didn’t matter much to me, but that was definitely a mountain I was eager to climb. Oh goddess, he was delicious.

I made my way to the table and sat in the empty chair next to Serena. I could barely look at him, now that I was so close. Glancing at Serena, I saw a little smirk. She knew exactly what I was thinking. His power washed over me and I bit my lip to stifle a gasp. He was looking at me, he desired me.

When I finally managed to look at him, I recognized him. Duncan Stanford, Fenrir. Classified as a terrorist by humans, but a hero to supernaturals. On par with me as ‘The Phantom’ in the eyes of the government. My comrade in arms, as it were.

Unlike me, he had a team. They were called the Helvegr and, aside from the Alpha, they all had wolf names from Norse mythology. Most of their crimes were robberies and camp breaks. They’d saved countless supernaturals in the last five years. I’d followed their work ever since my mother died.

My very first crush was on Fenrir. Now he was right in front of me and he wanted me. I wanted him, too. He had to be my sealing partner. It would be almost as good as if I had a boyfriend.

Try as I might, I couldn’t seem to introduce myself. Part of me was worried I’d just squeak if I tried to talk. I cursed the feeling of shyness that gripped my throat. A shy concubus, goddess help me. I focused on Serena, once I got a little more alcohol in me and relaxed, I knew I’d break through my nerves. I just had to talk to Serena until I had a few good sips.

“Sorry, I had to go fix my makeup. You know how it gets.” I smiled softly. “My drink was only half gone. Did you let another creepy dude get too close?”

“Yeah, sorry. We’re hanging out with Ford and his moms until you pick your partner for the night.” Serena winked. “This is my friend, Madison.”

I took a drink and tried not to laugh as the women turned red and looked like they were going to shriek with anger. I was betting Serena had been needling at them since she sat down. Serena could be a little vicious. I watched Ford, he put his glass to his lips again and looked like he was trying to hide a smile.

“Why’d you come out looking for a random guy, kid?” Ford asked.

“It’s been a while, I’m horny, and a toy just isn’t scratching that itch.” I laughed, blushing.

It wasn’t true, but I couldn’t exactly say I was hunting for a guy to take my virginity so I wouldn’t turn into a murderous, merciless, man-eating demon on my birthday. He looked like he’d balk at that. Plus, his desire for me jumped when I said it. I could smell him getting aroused at the idea of me with a toy. He was so perfect.

I pulled a cherry from the ice on top of my drink and sucked the alcohol off of it. A desire demon didn’t need much to make a man interested when she wanted him. Positioning my head so he could see everything I was doing to the fruit with my lips and tongue before I tugged it from the stem with my teeth, his need grew. I saw him pull away from one of the women after she ran her hand over his thigh.

Serena got up to refill the drinks for her and Ford. As a werewolf, he could drink a lot without issue. I wasn’t worried about my night being ruined by booze.

“What kinda guy you lookin’ for, kid?” Ford asked.

You, I thought. He didn’t seem to like the forceful method the other two women were trying to use. I wanted him to be absolutely filled with desire for me before I made any move. It would make him easier to take home. If only I could get him to trust me…. There was something vulnerable in him that kept peeking out. It called to me.

I had to have him. I had to taste all of him. The strong fighter, the sweet center hidden deep inside, the wild wolf I could smell just under the surface. I grew hungrier by the second.

“I don’t know. Strong, confident, solid, maybe a little sweet. That’s why I hate going to Serena’s bar. The men are all soft, manicured, powder puffs. Confident and a little sweet, but nothing else and it really has to be all four. Not my type otherwise.” I glanced about hoping he didn’t notice how hard my heart was beating.

Ford looked, too. He seemed concerned.

“I can see if a guy is strong and solid. Even confident, but not a little sweet. What about physically? Hair, eyes, height?” He inquired.

“Almost everyone’s taller than me, but I don’t really care if he’s shorter. I don’t care about hair, either... definitely two eyes, though.” I said absently.

Ford laughed. It was the best sound I’d heard all night. Serena returned with his drink and winked at me. I fought the urge to scowl. She was up to something.

Shortly after, a man came to the table. I looked up at him and saw him leering down my shirt. His energy was tough to read. I didn’t like that and focused on him more.

He was about 5’10” and thickly muscled, like a wrestler. His head was shaved and it seemed like he’d had his nose broken a few times. There was a scar across his cheek that looked like it came from a jagged weapon.

“You wanna dance, beautiful?” The man grinned.

“She doesn’t.” Ford growled. “Get the fuck out of my bar.”

I glanced at Ford. He looked like he wanted to rip the guy’s head off. There was a lot of anger, hate, and disgust radiating off of him. I pushed my focus more into the man. I needed to know what made Ford hate him so much.

“I think she can answer for herself.” The man smirked smugly.

“You missed the ‘GET THE FUCK OUT’ part, Jamison! Unless you’re lookin’ to have the same sorta bag as Bets.” Ford started standing. “I can help you with that.”

“No need. I was just leavin’. You comin’ with, beautiful?” He asked me.

I could feel a darkness in him I hadn’t felt in months. This man was just wrong. He hated so much and didn’t have any actual love for anything. There was no lightness in his energy. It was all heavy and thick, like a smog he exuded. I nearly gagged.

“I don’t think so. You made my friend angry. I don’t go with guys who make my friends mad.” I waved him off.

“You’re probably anglin’ for the python. Wasn’t gonna go with me either way.” Jamison snorted and turned to leave the bar.

“What on earth was he talking about?” I looked at Serena, baffled.

The two older women looked at each other around Ford’s back and giggled. There was something I was missing. It didn’t matter. I needed to calm Ford down before someone called the cops. The last thing I needed was to have to deal with my friends asking why I was chatting up Fenrir.

I stood and looked up at him. The sudden movement caught his attention. I was right. He was tall. Over six and a half feet, definitely. It took everything in me to keep my eyes on his instead of letting them drift down his gorgeous body. Nothing made Ford seem particularly dangerous until that man tried to talk to me. I wanted to touch him, to calm him.

Turning to Serena, I gave her a meaningful look. She seemed ashamed. This whole thing stunk of one of her silly plans. I needed to talk to her, but didn’t want to get caught up in a mental conversation when we were playing human.

“I want to dance. Come on, Serena!” I pled.

“Sure, Maddie.” Serena responded a little nervously.

I dragged Serena to the cleared area and we danced closely, our breast occasionally rubbing on each other, touching each other’s hips and waists, grinding closely together. Everyone was watching our bodies and not our faces or the way we whispered to each other. I knew we had the attention of nearly every man in the bar. A lot of energy was aimed at us.

“What the hell was that, Rena?” I asked quietly.

“I was trying to get him to say you were with him. I thought it might make him decide you were his. Kinda hoped it would, at least, make those tramps get off him. The way they keep rubbing on him is disgusting. Like they’re trying to scent him or something.” Serena replied.

“They’re part shapeshifter. Probably are trying to scent him. Oh, Rena. He’s perfect. And he wants me so bad. I can feel him craving me. He was terribly sad when he first saw me, though. What could make such a gorgeous man so melancholy?”

“I bet those things are the only thing he can pick up normally. They probably chase off anyone else. A guy I talked to at the bar said Ford’s packing serious weight. You think you can handle it for your first?” Serena asked.

Now the comments made more sense. I wasn’t worried. A demon could manage pretty much anything. We fed on sexual energy and desire, we were well equipped to handle men who were well equipped.

I snorted. “Have you ever met a girl like us who couldn’t?” I made sure not to say what we were; it could be dangerous if the wrong person heard.

“True. Let’s get him to give us a ride home. I’ll send you to clean off your makeup and talk to him while you get ready. After that, it’s up to you. It’ll be nice to get in early. Nathan will be over first thing tomorrow.”

“I really don’t like him.” I sneered.

“Well, we need someone who gives up his energy easy. Nathan’s so desperate, he practically cums if we smile at him.” Serena laughed.

It was true and part of the reason Indie and I had been okay with Serena hanging out with him. She didn’t need to feed as often as Indie or as much.

Succubae and incubi only needed to feed about once a week, but could feed little bits over a long period of time to avoid needing a larger feeding. Concubi needed to feed a couple times a week and had to have full feedings, but Indie was able to feed on Serena, since Serena wasn’t a full succubus, and made her own energy because of her superhuman genes. I’d need to feed at least once a day after I was sealed. Luckily, I could pull energy from the air, so finding a daily partner wouldn’t be an issue.

We continued dancing for a while. The desirous energy of men watching helped. If I couldn’t close the deal with Ford, I’d still have a good amount of energy to convert for Serena. I hoped I could get him, though.