A hard elbow bashed his side.

“Oi,” Derek shouted over the music. “What are we still doing here? Everyone’s out of their minds.”

Willow danced away from his friend. “I dunno. I’m not tired.”

“You’re never fucking tired. Where’s the patient?”

Willow glanced around. Patrick Normal, better known as Psycho, was swaying softly beside the bar, apparently having forgotten he wanted a beer. “Psycho’s... having a time.”

Derek followed his gaze. “Fuck me, he’s maggoted.”

“Yeah, he’ll be up for hours. Better we’re still out with him, hey?”

“This is all your fault. If Mara was in town, I wouldn’t be here.”

“Yeah, yeah. You’ve made it clear you’ll be dogging the boys from now on, Hardo.”

The track Eden was playing bled into a remix of that Rasputin, love machine song. The dancers packed around the stage, jumping so hard the floor shook. Eden swished her white-blonde hair over her shoulder and his cock throbbed. He could see her doing that while she rode him—looking down her nose as he worked to make her come.

His side burst with pain. He rubbed it, glaring at Derek. “What’s your problem?”

“You. You’re making gorilla noises.”

“You could hear that?”

“Of course, I…” A look of barely concealed terror dawned on Derek’s face. A look Willow knew all too well. He backed away in case Derek decided to put him in a headlock. “What have I done now?”

Derek pointed at the stage. “Please tell me we’re not here because you want to fuck that DJ?”

Willow gave him a winning smile. “Do you want a drink?”

Derek scowled. “I wanna know if you dragged me all the way to the city to watch you fail to pick up a DJ?”

Willow ignored him. Thankfully he had a good reason to. On stage, Eden was peeling down her wedding dress to reveal a hot pink bra and boy shorts. The crowd screamed and whistled as she flexed her arms like a bodybuilder. Willow grinned. God, she was adorable. Adorable and fucking gorgeous.

Derek groaned. “Of course, you have a thing for this chick.”

“Because she’s stunning?”

“Because your life’s ambition is to worship hot chicks worshipping themselves.”

“What’s wrong with that?”

“The fucking drama.” Derek shoved him. “I thought you were seeing that Gina-someone?”

“Broke things off.”

“Of course, you did.”

Willow was offended by this. “What? It wasn’t working. Anyway, she’s gone to Laos to film a show where you do a bikini catwalk and get voted off if no one wants to fuck you, or some shit.”

Derek muttered something he chose to ignore. It was easy for his mate, he’d already found the love of his life. Some people still had hunting to do. Though hopefully not for long. Eden’s set was almost over, and it was time to make his move.