Bluebird Dispensary Novels & Stories

Iris “WHY THE fuck did you just run away without telling me? How many times did I tell you to stay with me all the time? But you couldn’t just do it, could you? You’re hard-headed and stubborn, and you have to defy me!” Colt’s voice roared like thunder. I stayed still, guilty, and unable to say a word because I forgot everything the moment I saw James. He was one of the people with me at the West Colony. “Jesus, Blue! What the hell are you doing here?” He dragged me inside the textile stall and pushed me against the used clothes. The place smelled mothballs, dust, and old.

I couldn’t even find the products in the intellectual property archives. It could have been the same sort of secret that Blue Ice Wolfsbane Whiskey had, but Blooming Vibes was a relatively new company compared to Blue Ice Wolfsbane Whiskey. The drive to Blooming Vibes was short. I was surprised when Walter’s assistant had been able to get me onto his schedule for the day so easily. We got out of the car and I led, Grace and Renda into the building. It wasn’t a very large building or a very large complex. Given how much Blooming Vibes produced, it was odd. They could have had another location where all the production happened, but that didn’t feel right either.

Brody wouldn’t shut up about his auction date, and Thomas was still recovering from being aggressively flirted with by a guy in leather chaps named Spike. Blue laughed all the way back to the hotel, her body tucked under my arm like it belonged there. When we got to our room, she kissed me slow and deep, pulling me into bed before I could even shrug off my shirt. The rest of the night unraveled in heat and whispers and her saying my name like it meant something. The next morning, we grabbed iced coffees and loaded up the van. Blue had a plan—something about a lake just outside Phoenix that was “a vibe.” Tyler barked once in approval like it was already on the itinerary.

“What is that?” Blaze smiled. “It’s called a Montana Sky. It has lemonade, elderflower gin, and lavender syrup. Want a sip?” She offered it to Amerie, who hesitantly sipped. Her eyes widened. It was sweet and refreshing, and reminded her of a spring day. “Wow.” Amerie said. “I’m definitely getting that next.” Blaze grinned. “Careful. It’s almost as dangerous as my shop.” She winked. Amerie couldn’t help but laugh.

“Hey! Give me some. My buddy’s itching already.” “You’re a disturbance. I’m about to finish,” Grey grumbled. “Let me go first. Hand me your bag,” Blue demanded. Grey scratched his head, stood up, and handed over his bag, which had a small bottle of lube disguised in an alcohol container to avoid suspicion from guards. Blue took some lube and applied it to his palm. He started stroking himself, moving his hand up and down his erection. After a few minutes, he climaxed. He washed himself, then stepped out of the cubicle.

she asked, her voice low, expectant. Maya replied over the phone, “He’s finally in the perfect spot, Blair. He’s at a bar called The Ledge. You should go now, before he leaves.” Blair’s smile widened. “Perfect,” she whispered before ending the call. Without wasting a second, she hailed a cab and gave the driver the address.

Blue chuckled, then she let go of Olivia's hand, and walked back to her position. "What do I offer you guys?" She asked. I moved to sit on the stool at the front bar, and Olivia sat beside me. She pursed her lips in a scowl and I could tell she didn't like the closeness between blue and I. "Cosmopolitan. What would you like muffins?" I asked. "Cocktail." She said. "Okay! One glass of Cosmopolitan and cocktail coming right up." Blue said, excitedly. As she prepared the drinks, the door opened and a lady walked in. Blue and I glanced at her. She was a supernatural, but I couldn't tell what she was.

The next morning, Bluebird awoke from her unconscious state. She found herself fully dressed and lying on Liam's bed. "What happened?" Bluebird leapt from the bed. Her last memory from the previous day was pouring her heart out to Liam, then soaking in the Heaven's Gate herbal bath, feeling as if she were surrounded by flames. After that, everything went black. "Grandmaster Burrey…" Bluebird hurriedly looked around. The tent was tidy, but there was no sign of Liam.

Dylan pushed the tumbler at me before ordering, "Another please. It seems we're both in need of a whiskey right now. I'm willing to buy since you seem to have run out of all your stock in patience." I swallowed the drink in one gulp. They served only the best at Blue Diamond and I found myself feeling dizzy despite my constitution as an Alpha. "They serve this to humans?" I rasped, my voice was a low grumble, I could hardly force the words out of my burning throat. "No," Dylan said, grinning, "Blue Diamond's house well drinks are all for our kind. Good stuff, right?" I accepted a second tumbler with a cautionary nod. I would drink this one much slower.

She’d almost decided that she liked it black by now, though she suspected that sleep-deprivation may just have dulled her taste buds. She wandered over to the large front window of Blue Dragon Ink, and stared out at the parking lot. It was still pretty empty, and no big surprise: the only other businesses around here were Satan’s Bar and The Garage, both owned by The Road Devils. The garage was doing a full inventory and was closed that day, and the bar was open at noon to the general public. Of course, it was open 24/7 for Road Devils members, but she doubted that many of them would be around at ten a.m. on a Friday.