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  “That’s the two women I overheard talking about the Corvus Pack last time I was in the country. They’re the ones we need to keep an eye on.”

  Adam murmured, “Should one of us go to the rest room to keep tabs on them?”

  Just then, Logan got up from his chair and swaggered across the room to the hallway holding the bathrooms.

  Alec answered as Jenna watched her brother walk away from them. “Davies is sending the kid into the men’s room since the bathrooms appear to be side by side. He’s hoping the walls will be thin enough to catch some of their conversation.”

  Jenna turned her head to look at Alec, “But won’t they be speaking German?”

  He nodded. “Your brother is learning a number of languages. He has to in order to take Owen’s place one day.”

  Huh. That possibility hadn’t crossed her mind yet. She’d been so wrapped up in everything else going on in her mind that she’d yet to consider her brother’s place in their family’s Pack. Logan might be just twenty years old, but if he were strong enough to fight dominance challenges, then he would be able to become Alpha of the Davies Pack, and Pack Master of the United States. Hopefully that situation wouldn’t occur for hundreds of years though. She’d just had her Uncle pop back into her life. Jenna wasn’t prepared for him to disappear out of it again.

  A few tense minutes slid by as the group of four waited for Logan to reappear from the men’s restroom. Alec and Uncle Owen carried on a conversation about Alec’s upcoming fight, and Jenna stayed cuddled on Adam’s lap as he ran a loving hand up and down her back. The scantily clad waitresses moved around serving their customers while people in the lounge carried on conversations with each other. Of course, there were those who weren’t talking, but were instead doing everything short of having actual intercourse on the furniture.

  The light haired vampire now had his walking, talking snack on her knees on the floor between his legs. His hands were clenched tightly in her hair, and he was using them to set the pace for the blow job that his female seemed all too happy to be giving him. Jenna was flabbergasted. She couldn’t imagine having public sex like that. She’d let Adam talk her into it over her dead body. Was the human just that uninhibited? As she watched the woman pleasure the vampire, whose head was thrown back against the chaise, she noticed the woman’s eyes seemed a bit glassy. Was she drunk? Drugged?

  Adam took note of her interests and brought his lips to her ear, “Voyeur much?”

  Unable to tear her attention away from the female’s lips sliding up and down the vampire’s considerable length, she said, “I’m sure it looks that way, but actually no. It’s like when you see a train wreck about to happen. You know it’s going to be horrible, but you just can’t tear your eyes away from watching it. Is she on something to make her not care that she’s giving him head in the middle of a club?”

  Adam looked over at the couple for a minute before turning his attention back to her. “Don’t you see the bite marks on her neck? She might be on something, but her reaction is more than likely from his feeding.”

  Turning her head to look at Adam, her brows snapped down in confusion. “What do you mean?”

  He sat back a few inches from her in surprise. “I guess we have more to cover in your education. How much do you know about vampires?”

  She nibbled on her bottom lip, slightly embarrassed. “Not much.”

  He shook his head disapproval. “Vampire bites have a toxin they release when feeding. The effect is said to be determined by the vampire’s intentions. If he wants it to be pleasurable, erotic even, then it is. If he wants it to hurt worse than a thousand knives plunging into your body, well then it can do that too. It’s one of the things that set them apart from their demon brethren. The toxin they hold in their fangs, their ability to use it for purpose, and their ability to create other vampires. Although, from what I understand, that is extremely hard to accomplish and could potentially kill the vampire trying to sire the new one. They still have other abilities like their demon brethren do. Telepathic abilities and what not, but they also have more.”

  It was frustrating just how dangerously little she knew about the Others species. She only knew bare boned facts it seemed. “And they’re that way because they’re born from a hell bound demon raping a witch, right?”

  Adam nodded in agreeance. “Exactly. That’s why there are so few of them in numbers compared to us. Most witches are able to defend themselves from hell bound demon attacks, so it doesn’t happen that often. Not to mention that since it is so dangerous to try and sire a vampire by turning a human, well, they rarely do that, as well. The only plus they’ve got is that they can produce children, just like any Others species, but their fertility rates are so low that it’s often considered a miracle when it does happen.”

  The vampire’s pleasured shout caught their attention, and stopped the conversation as Jenna couldn’t help but watch the male vampire hold the female’s head tightly against his groin while he gave her final, short, erratic thrusts and emptied himself into her mouth. She was so caught up in the sight that she missed her brother’s return to the group. When she was smacked on the back of her head, it startled her so badly that she almost used her powers to try and throw the culprit’s body away from her, but stopped when she saw it was Logan.

  He smiled a teasing grin, “Perve.”

  Rolling her eyes, she watched Logan lean over and say something low to their Uncle before something in the hall caught her eye again. The brunette came out of the bathroom dragging the terrified looking blonde with red rimmed and bloodshot eyes. It was clear with the appearance of their “club attire” that the blonde woman was in some short of distress, clearly not caring about her clothes, or the state of her hair for that matter. The poor thing looked as if she could use a trip to the spa with an extended day pass. She was pretty much in the blah spectrum of her color wheel. Her tan blouse was rumpled across her chest area as if someone had grabbed her and was trying to shake some sense into her frightened mind. Her jeans had seen better days; at least ripped was in style again. Ballet flats adorned her pale feet, and her dull blonde hair was now in a messy bun. The brunette was dressed to kill in a form fitting white leather skirt and a turquoise off the shoulder silk shirt. Her stilettos were midnight black and gave her those five extra inches every short woman wants. The chick looked like not a hair was out of place on her pretty little head. Clearly, she was the stronger of the two, not just in taste of clothes, but of mind. Whatever was bothering the blonde had no effect on the brunette.

  They headed for the elevator, and just before they reached Jenna’s group of chairs, Uncle Owen and Logan got up and headed towards the elevator in front of the two women. When Jenna moved to follow them, Adam’s arms clamped around her waist, and Alec shook his head in an almost imperceptible ‘no’ as he started fiddling with a watch Jenna hadn’t noticed him ever wearing before.

  Her two relatives stood there with the two women, waiting for the elevator, and when the doors slid open Logan gave a gentlemanly wave for the two women to precede them into the car.

  “Will you walk into my parlor?”Said the Spider to the Fly.

  Chapter Sixteen

  By the time Jenna, Adam, and Alec headed up to the eighth floor, she was ready to pull her hair out in boredom. Perhaps a tad bit of anxiety too. They’d spent the last two hours idly moving from spot to another on the seventh floor hoping to hear anything about the Corvus’ Pack. They’d had shit luck in the matter since not a peep was spoken, while on the floor above them, she knew her Uncle and brother were following their only lead so far.

  Now, as they headed up to join the others so that Alec could fight, her body was humming with adrenaline. She bounced on her toes, readying for action. Clenching and unclenching her hands at her sides. Her head rolled from shoulder to shoulder, just trying to loosen up a little. Something needed to happen. Hell, anything besides sitting around and watching vampires, demons and shifters practically have sex with e
ach other while in open view of those less engaged around them. She was in the midst of an orgy. Okay, so maybe her body was humming with something a bit more than adrenaline. Perhaps she was a bit of a voyeur. Because the sad truth was, that after she’d watched numerous couples touching, kissing, licking, biting in some cases, and going at it like the half animals they might be, she was so horny that there was a solid chance that if she didn’t find someone to knock the hell out of then she was going to tackle Adam to the closest surface and ride him like a cowgirl on crack.

  Since the odds that her brother and/or her Uncle might be in view of said future tackle, she was seriously hoping she found somebody to beat bloody to alleviate a fraction of the energy that was radiating through every cell in her body. Her wolf felt like she was pacing inside her skin, and she was putting off enough pheromones that the scent of her lust overpowered the elevator car after the doors slid shut. Alec was standing as close to the doors as he physically could without actually touching them in an attempt to get away from the effect her scent was causing him, and Adam slid over to stand directly in front of where she leaned nine feet away from Alec, against the back of the elevator.

  Alec’s hoarse voice rumbled, “Man, you’ve got to do something about that. You let her stay like that up here on the fight floor, and there’s going to be a fucking riot.”

  Jenna’s head snapped up at Alec’s implied need for a solution just as the car slid to a stop. Alec stepped out the second he could squeeze through the still-opening doors, while Adam grabbed her by the hand and pulled her along behind him. Every male they passed turned to look at them once they caught Jenna’s scent and half the women made a point to send inviting looks their way, as well. A few of the men started to approach, their menacing body mannerisms screaming aggression and lust. When Jenna wasn’t moving along as fast as Adam wanted her to he whipped around, picked her up, threw her over his shoulder in a fireman’s carry, and zipped through the crowd using his preternatural speed. One second it felt as if they were moving at a hundred miles per hour, and the next they were stopped. It wasn’t in an isolated area though. Bodies still surrounded them, so she didn’t understand what Adam was doing. Then she heard the growl, and it wasn’t Adam’s.

  Placing her hands on his back, she pushed her body up so that she could turn her head and peek over his shoulder. The sight that met her eyes was enough to make her mouth go dry in worry and accelerate her heartbeat. He stood about seven feet tall, wild brown hair down to his shoulders, eyes so dark they looked black and a scar in the shape of four claw marks that ran down the side of his face and neck. His scent said shifter, but it was like none she’d ever smelled before, which was grim news. There was only one kind of shifter she’d yet to come across, bear. His build was burly, perfectly showcased by the skin tight tank top he wore. That was about all she could see of the man since she was having to twist like a pretzel to look over Adam’s shoulder, but she’d seen enough to know that they had a serious problem. The bear growled again while looking at Jenna’s ass, licking his canines and lips as if she was a piece of high end steak. Shit.

  Adam snarled, “Move your ass, Yogi.”

  “I’m right where I want to be, little puppy. Give me the female and I’ll go away.”

  “The woman is my mate, and I’ll hand her over just as soon as you can pry her from my cold dead hands.”

  The bears smile turned wicked, “She doesn’t wear your Mark, so I’d say that can be arranged.”

  Jenna’s breath froze in her chest. The bear lunged towards Adam, and she tensed her body in preparation of a dismount off of Adam’s shoulder. The dismount never came. His left arm stayed clamped just under her ass, over the backs of her thighs, pinning her to his body. His right arm shot out to snag the much larger bear by his throat, stopping his forward advancement towards them and lifting him clear off his feet. The bear dangled in the air as Adam squeezed so hard on his windpipe that the bear’s face turned a decidedly unattractive shade of purple. After shaking him like a ragdoll for a second, Adam then threw ‘Yogi’ damn near twenty feet into the crowd. The flying bear’s arms waved around like windmills searching for something to grab on to stop his momentum, but he didn’t find it until he collided with several bystanders, causing the bunch to crash into the wall before landing in a heap on the floor.

  The club went silent. Everyone was looking back and forth between the now unconscious bear shifter and Adam. Without bothering to resume his preternatural speed, he sauntered past the prone bear as if the man were nothing but a nuisance, to the hallway leading to the eighth floor restrooms. The hallway was dark with only two or three low lights to illuminate it but that made it easy for her to spot the red neon ‘EXIT’ sign at the end, which she was guessing led to the stairs that would run the length of the building. Suddenly Adam turned and shoved the men’s door open, causing her to lose her grip on his back and fall back down to lay against his back. The Asian looking demon she could see in her upside down view from Adam’s side was in the process of taking a piss, but took one look at Adam, stopped his flow, fixed his zipper, and rushed out of the bathroom like his life depended on it.

  In Adam’s state of mood, it was the right assumption to make because his life probably had depended on the quick departure.

  The millisecond the demon cleared the door Adam slammed it shut, locked it, and had Jenna pinned against it with his hips wedged between her thighs. His lips slammed down on hers and she was lost. His wasn’t just kissing her; he was drawing the breath from her body with his intensity. There would be no gentle touches this time. No slow build up. No careful handling. No second questions on whether he was going too far, too fast for his poor inexperienced woman to handle. His hunger was only magnified by her own, and since Jenna was damn near desperate to get a hold of his cock so that she could guide it inside of her, making him slam it home, you could say that Adam was frantic to give her what she wanted. It was needless to say that they were barely keeping the other from shredding their clothes beyond repair.

  Jenna snuck a hand down and managed to get his two top buttons undone on his jeans before he grabbed both of her hands and held them immobile in one of his above her head against the door. That fire of urgency inside of her was throbbing now. Building. Causing the world around her to go hazy in a fog of desire until all she knew was that she needed Adam moving inside of her like she needed air. Her desperate gasps against his lips surely had to be proof of her distress. She tightened the grip of her thighs against his waist for more stability. His other hand grabbed the back of her neck, angling her head so that he could plunge his tongue deeper into her mouth. He thrust his jean covered cock against her mound, causing her to groan in eagerness against his lips. Then he started to drag that hand from the back of her neck down until it settled over her breast, cupping his fingers around the fleshy mound as his thumb drew circles around the hard nub of her nipple before pinching it sharply. She jerked back at the sensation and banged harshly against the door behind her, but didn’t feel a thing.

  The next thing she knew, that devious hand of his was on the move again. Skimming over her rib cage, her hipbone, upper thigh, until it was pushing up what little bit of fabric her skirt had, shoving it clear up to her stomach. Then the panel of stretchy fabric that belonged to her thong was shoved to the side as his rough fingers dipped inside her. He swirled his fingers in her juices before pumping them like a piston inside of her. Quickly readying her for his possession.

  She groaned in frustration. It wasn’t enough. She needed more. It felt like hours before he pulled those fingers out of her. It was probably more like seconds. One breath she was empty, the next he freed the hands he’d been holding hostage above her head so that he could drape both of her thighs over his arms, and then he was filling her to the hilt as she cried out in relief. Finally!

  Jenna had no idea when he’d finished unbuttoning his jeans, or even how he’d managed it, but she didn’t care. The only thing that mattered was that he was pl
unging inside of her, his hands gripping her bruisingly, and the tips of his claws that had burst from his fingertips were pricking her skin, but not hurting her. That small fact pierced the fog around her consciousness, slipping through to highlights its importance. Even when he was too far gone to care about anything else in the world, he wouldn’t hurt her. Pounding into her, hips slapping against hips, shared breaths sawing in and out of each other’s mouths as they savagely kissed, licked, and nipped the other’s swollen lips and plundered with their tongues.

  She realized there was a loud banging sound rapidly echoing in the room along with her breathy moans, but it took her a few fevered moments to realize it was the door she was being driven into with every plunge of his long, thick glistening cock inside of her. The door was starting to sound so battered that she distantly wondered if he’d drive them both right through it, but the thought was a fleeting one since he dropped one of her legs, allowing her toes to touch the floor as he slid his thumb over her clit.

  It was like a fuse being struck inside her womb. Her back bowed, her eyes slid shut as lights started to dance behind her lids, and her mouth hung open in a silent scream at the wave of pleasure quickly building. She felt teeth scrape her shoulder, which caused her muscles to clamp down on his invading length in the slight fear that he would Mark her in a seedy club bathroom. So she found the strength to open her eyes, making eye contact with Adam before fisting one hand in the hair at the back of his head, and pulled his mouth to her own. A sliver of guilt wound through her at the knowledge that she once again thwarted his attempts to solidify his claim of being her mate, but what girl wanted to essentially get married in a dirty bathroom?

  That thumb of his kept going despite the frenzied pace they kept, and suddenly the wave that had been building crashed. Her entire body trembled uncontrollably and her lungs burned from lack of oxygen, so she pulled her lips away from his kiss, but kept them in contact, loathe to lose that connection with him as she screamed in ecstasy unlike any orgasm Adam had given her so far. The ferocity of what she felt at the moment, as his final slamming thrusts of climax bathed her in his hot seed and his warm breaths stuttered against her lips was animalistic, raw, overpowering, and utterly soul shattering. It caused her to regret not letting him sink his teeth in her flesh because somehow it seemed as if she’d stolen something momentous from them by doing so, but it was too late to fix it now.