Chapter One: Covenant of Wolves
"Goddamn, I hate these fucking cum shot posers!" Millie tapped a spiked heel against the concrete. Loud music thumped not too far from where she and a half a dozen others stood waiting for admittance to the club. "Move it you fucking asshole! They're playing Combichrist!"
Some in the line looked at her oddly, wondering no doubt if her elongated ears were the real thing or if she were a human trying to pass as a Fae. That was the usual response wherever she went when she was on Mortal Earth. It grew tiring but using glamour to appear human was equally as draining. Tonight, she was just herself. Millie the Fae.
Most humans didn't even understand the differences in the Fae races. They'd naturally assumed that all fae were the same, despite some of the more obvious differences such as painted lips, skin tones or hair color.
Tonight she was on a mission to relax before work, Goddamnit.
The rest of the crowd dressed in similar dark clothing, guys in tight black pants, leather belts with silver studs, buckles or even rings and boots that came various lengths up the calf. Chests were covered in either black dress shirts, tank tops or no shirts. Some had wild hair or shaved heads, they stood waiting for the line to move so they could get into Dallas's hottest gothic club on a Thursday. Hell, some guys even wore dresses.
Millie looked towards the bouncer who knew her by name. She shot him an annoyed glare but he shrugged and continued checking IDs. She huffed in the man's direction crossing her arms beneath her ample cleavage comfortably and tapping a black leather spiked heel against the pavement as she tried to be patient with the line.
"Shut up, bitch! The song just started. And you know the DJ tonight plays an extended set of his stuff," a large hand clapped onto her nearly bare ass.
Sucking in a deep breath, Millie started to turn around with her fist cocked. She spun around on one pointed heel, her short skirt whipping about her and started to throw a punch into the very large body of Virus, a six foot five, three hundred and fifty pound wolf who was built like a brick shithouse. He grinned, baring fangs and smoothing a hand over his dyed black hair before readjusting his ponytail. His shirt hung loosely off large shoulders before he folded his oversized arms over his chest. His face was clean shaved and his large green eyes sparkled even in the darkness. His lupine scent, earth and gravel hit her before she'd turned around fully.
"Hi," he beamed and winked at Millie before smoothing a hand over his hair.
Millie dropped her hand and wrapped her arms around the wolf. "You're a shit," she whispered against his chest. His body was warm compared to hers, but it figured. It was winter outside and she hadn't had the brains to put on warm clothes. Dressed in a tight corset that pushed her more than ample breasts up close to her chin, her arms were left uncovered other than a faded gold band with an inscription in Gaelic she could not read.
Her skirt barely covered her ass, which Virus promptly fondled, earning him a dirty look.
"Stockings tonight, and I assume a garter? Millie what are you doing out tonight? Your father would be furious if he found you in the mortal realm dressed like this."
"Oh, like you care what my father thinks," she slapped him in the shoulder leaned into his warmth. He'd been a friend of the family for years, saving Millie from one stupid Fae court incident after another. "And why did you dye your hair again? Wolves didn't need to do that, did they?"
"I do care," he winked and nudged her hips with his.
She felt his very large bulge press into her. The thought of cock touching her right now was enough to set her nerves on fire. "It's not happening. We aren't compatible, Virus." She smirked.
Lifting a hand to his forehead, he tilted his head back in mock despair and let out a sigh. "Oh Millie, when? Why can't you love me?" He snickered.
She scoffed.
Finally, as they walked forward, he looked her straight in the eyes. "I dyed my hair because I don't have the magickal ability to change it like the fae do. We're born with one coat of hair that matches our fur. And I grew tired of light brown."
A wind blew, causing chills to race up Millie's spine. She generally felt safe around Virus, but there were some things even a six foot five wolf could not protect her from.
The line moved quickly, putting Millie and Virus closer to the door. Once inside, she flashed her ID and a pouty smile before getting waved past the cash register. "But your eyes are so pretty," she shot around the corner and inside the building.
Virus groaned and reached for her, but Millie slipped out of reach and into the darkness, taking a sharp left the bar area.
Red velvet drapes hung, separating the register from the two bars. One to her right was busy with patrons standing around blathering about nonsensically while the bar in front of her was fairly empty. A few patrons sat on the plush red couches to her left nursing drinks and watching the crowd. One man in particular looked at Millie with a hungry look. She shot him a flippant look and walked towards the bar in front of her.
Checking her watch, she noted it was only ten fifteen, mortal time. The thing with mortals keeping time always amused Millie, because the Fae didn't bother. Time seemed pointless when you lived for hundreds of years. Smells and sights became ways of tracking or remembering past memories until even those faded.
After seeing so much death and gore in her life, Millie made it a point to start living the way she wanted to, not how her parents dictated. The life of a warrior of the Sidhe required discipline, tons of boring education and focus.
Not spending time in the mortal realm at the gothic club looking for a good fuck.
Millie didn't necessarily care where it came from either, as long as she came a few times and came hard. What she wouldn't give for a nice hard body that was just a little smaller than Virus, and a lot deadlier.
Someone with a dangerous streak that involved whips, chains and knives in their bedroom toy collection. Virus was a big brute and one hell of a body guard for his pack, but he was soft in bed. Romantic. Sweet. Caring.
Things that didn't belong in her bedroom. Not since Vincent fucked her heart over.
Bastard.
Millie gritted her teeth until Shar appeared before her. "Whatcha want tonight hon?" Shar had the most beautiful curly red hair parted down the center that framed a sweet face and equally persuasive emerald eyes. Her bust had been emphasized by her tight black skull and cross bones T-shirt that rode up above her belly just slightly. She was a knife expert and had been bartending in the mortal realm for the last forty years so she could easily handle thugs and ruffians. Millie always liked the tattoo of the Phoenix that Shar had on her left shoulder.
"More Combichrist, and a whiskey sour. The Fae whiskey," she shouted over the thundering electronic body music bass. The smell of clove cigarettes wafted towards her and she knew she'd been spotted by another of Virus's entourage.
Trevor, also freakishly tall sauntered up behind her, setting a hand on her shoulder before blowing a cloud of smoke above her head. His shaved face gleamed with sweat. She'd seen him naked on more than one occasion and the memory of her body dancing against his made sweat or something sweeter drip between her panty-less thighs. Nevermind the fact that the fae were forbidden from mating with the wolves despite the desire to have them on the side of the Unseelie court during their cold war with the Seelie kingdom.
Millie hated thinking about the idea that her current employers would someday attempt to wipe out the Seelie court and all its' natural beauty. The entire war was based on a fear that had no foundation in reality as far as she was concerned. While coming to Earth to find Prince Faolan was a minor annoyance, why the hell couldn't she have a little fun too?
Energy seeped into her, calming her from the stresses of the day. Millie turned and was greeted to purple and green spiked hair that stood up a foot taller than Trevor, silver eyes and a smile that could light up an entire room if he hadn't been so threateningly huge. "Hi," she shook her chest in his direction. "What's cookin'?"
"You, obviously," Trevor took another puff off his cigarette. Dressed in form fitting leather pants, boots and no shirt, his ample chest and bulging muscles rippled gracefully with each movement. "What's new?"
"Nothing," she took the drink from Shar and slapped a bill on the bar. "Just out for a night on the town."
"On Earth?" Trevor cocked a manicured brow. "I figured things would be more exciting in Faery."
Millie sipped her drink, enjoying the slight burn from the fae whiskey. She nodded. "Not at all. The same bullshit politics are continuing in the court about waging war with the Seelie for final domination and they're," she sighed heavily, "sending someone in to persuade the shifter community to join us."
Trevor nodded. "Who are they sending in?"
She wiped her brow, moving dark red and purple curls out of her eyes. From her right, she saw the main dance floor, packed with bodies swaying and moving to the beat of the Combichrist mix that the DJ had started ten minutes ago. The beat of the music pounded loudly against her chest, drowning out the noise from earlier in the day.
Millie knocked back her drink and ordered another.
"Oh," he nodded, slapping down money for her drink. "I see. So you're supposed to talk to the unreachable Prince Faolan?"
"Shit yeah," she nodded and took the drink handed to her. She started to knock it back, but Trevor put his hand over the rim of her glass.
"Sip it. Then let's dance. I hear they'll play Covenant next."
"Stalker?" Her eyebrows rose.
He nodded, reaching to touch her. "Yeah. After Combichrist."
Millie felt instant peace at the connection. Her heart rate slowed, her pulse became audible in her own ears over the heavy bass beat. Her nerves calmed as the alcohol's warmth spread throughout her body, making her feel warm at first, then cool before her body temperature returned to normal. She felt as though a weight had been lifted off her shoulders momentarily.
