Pink Venom Dance Novels & Stories

I stood up, reaching a hand down to Liv, bending down so my lips were next to her ear. “Dance with me beautifully,” I whisper, and she smiles and nods her head. Holding her hand in mine, I lead her down to the dance floor—Mindlinking, the wolf that is tonight’s DJ. And the song is changed to play “Perfect by Ed Sheeran” I hold her close to me, and we dance with our eyes locked into each other. I do notice some packmembers whispering to each other, all being dome of the unmated she-wolves, but I choose to ignore them for now. For now, I want to enjoy having Liv here in my arms.

"Let's go then. Lexi, show her how Nirvana should be performed!" Then, Lexi stood beside Georgia reluctantly. Nirvana, as its name suggested, was a dance to mimic the movement of a Phoenix. The music started, and both of them began dancing. Georgia bent down slightly and hugged herself with both arms. She looked like a nestling that just broke its shell while exploring the unknown world timidly. Then, as the melody changed, she stretched her arms out and started moving like an eagle soaring through the sky.

I'm surprised at how packed these clubs are, it's not even 6pm yet. Violet says this club is poppin' at all hours of the day. When we walk in, we go straight up to the bar and order our drinks. Gemma gets a vodka cran, Violet a jack and coke while I go for a gin and tonic. We throw back 3 rounds before taking our 4th out to the dance floor. Violet is grinding her ass on me when I hear a terrifying growl and she's ripped away from me. I look up and see an absolutely delicious, ripped woman with a short faded hair cut. I put my hands up in surrender when I realize what's happening.

“Relax. Trust me and you will be thanking me later.” He left me with the whiskey and the silence. A moment later, the door opened again. A woman walked in. She was masked and the silk dress she wore clung to her like a second skin. The mask covered half of her face leaving her mouth… full lips painted red that made my cock twitch. “Hello, my name is violet and I will be dancing for you” She called out, her voice washing over me. It sounded as sexy as she looked. I said nothing as the music swelled and she began to dance.

A video played of her dancing and singing Chillin’ Like A Villain with Jonathan as they trained to kill the rogues. “…You look like you would lose a fight to an alley cat…” She sang in the video with a mischievous smile towards Jonathan who let out an annoyed huff. The next picture was of her and Jonathan on a trip. She held her blades up for that picture and wore a huge smirk. A clip of her dancing with a male to Queen of Mean as she sang along came on. Then the clip went to her killing the male as the “just wait until they fall to my wicked schemes..” played. She faced the camera before the fight broke out and she killed to the music while she sang. In the clip she picked up a bottle of V

The music blasted out from the speakers and amplifying in a clamour of sound that sent tingles across Raven’s skin, raising the hair on his neck. Vixen wore torn jeans and the band t-shirt tied between her breasts, showing a triangle of skin. Her hair was pink, like the poster, and matched her lipstick. She held the microphone in two hands and winked at the audience that pressed against the stage in a wave of movement that might have been dancing or the patrons having fits from the flashing lights, Raven thought.

We stared at each other, neither backing down. Then Riven’s gaze dropped to my mask again. “Why are you wearing that?” My smile didn’t falter. “I was performing a private dance for the Alpha. The mask is part of the… aesthetic.” I let my voice dip suggestively. “Surely you understand that some things between mates are meant to be private?” His expression didn’t change, but something flickered in his eyes. Disbelief or maybe disgust. “A dance?” he repeated flatly. “Yes. A very private, very intimate dance.” I stepped closer, lowering my voice conspiratorially. “You know how it is, Riven. Sometimes an Alpha needs to unwind in ways that don’t involve pack politics.”

CLOE POV Sun and cocktails and ice cream and a quick change of clothes, and we were out again, grooving to the beat at Club Wave, a dance bar on the beach, with loud tunes and disco lights, and dry ice and drag queens. I was covered in black sequins, a backless dress that barely covered my ass and sparkled under the lights, twirling in heels with a pink glitter nail polish on my toes. And there was Soren, in a tight white tee, his hipster jeans showing off the v of his hips as he danced at my side with glow-bands around his wrists. Soren had moves. He pumped the air and he twirled, whooping as the bass picked up. Soren was hot, and alive, and free.

The music blasted out from the speakers and amplifying in a clamour of sound that sent tingles across Raven’s skin, raising the hair on his neck. Vixen wore torn jeans and the band t-shirt tied between her breasts, showing a triangle of skin. Her hair was pink, like the poster, and matched her lipstick. She held the microphone in two hands and winked at the audience that pressed against the stage in a wave of movement that might have been dancing or the patrons having fits from the flashing lights, Raven thought.