than her body could take at the time.
“Don"t be greedy, Bri,” he crooned, plunging in a little deeper into her. “I
don"t wanna hurt you.”
Shit, he did hurt her, but the combination of the pleasure and pain was so
sweet, she couldn"t tell which sensation dominated her body. It was confusing and
delicious at the same time. She wanted more.
Sliding her to the side of the dresser, he laid her back. He wrapped his arm
around her leg then bent her other leg around his waist. He flexed his hips back
and pulled out of her. Her dewy opening made a gushy, popping sound.
Objection!
An uncontainable groan of protest seeped from her lips as the pulsating
walls of her core clutched for him.
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Eyes fixed on hers, he caressed her protruding clit with the pad of his
thumb, easing the pain circling her channel. While his tantalizing touch worked
magic between her thighs, his unwavering gaze changed colors right before her
eyes.
Or was she seeing things?
Beaming at her through purple irises, he turned his head and kissed the side
of her calf. “Touch yourself,” he ordered on a husky huff.
Without hesitation, she pulled her tank top over her head and grazed her
hands over her collarbone down to her breasts where she cupped them. His lips
parted and his Adam"s apple bobbed. To heighten his arousal, she ran her fingers
along her areola in a circular motion then pinched and plucked her nipples.
From purple to orange, he watched her through hooded lids, pushing out
breaths in heavy spurts.
Brianna licked her lips and rolled her hips to increase his enticing touch. His
muscles started to contract. A thick tear of luminous pre cum dropped from his
stiff cock. Groaning, he jetted the crown of his shaft into her, still massaging her
clit.
She sucked air sharply through her teeth and pushed her hips up to take in
more of him. “Ooo shit, Sota!”
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To hold her still, he pressed his hand on the base of her belly and buried the
full length of his shaft deep inside of her, then just as quickly, he pulled out.
A wail of pleasure got caught in her throat. Her body convulsed with the
need to cum as he continued to fondle her sensitive pearl. Again, he pushed deep
into her just to withdraw her fulfillment.
Every time he entered her, he knocked her stimulus up another notch,
leaving her dangling on the edge of an orgasm. She wanted him to stop teasing her,
but couldn"t get enough.
“You like that?” he asked, his voice dripping with raw lust.
“Oh yeah! Don"t stop!” she shouted, thrashing her head back and forth.
Once more, he penetrated her with graceful force then commenced to pound
her rapidly. Clamping his hand over her mouth, he pushed her leg back and
grunted with each long stroke he delivered. A violent tsunami of head-spinning
delight crashed into her. Her sheath clenched and her juices released to spew all
over him. He removed his hand and muffled her cries with his mouth.
The sound of her wet pussy milking his piston-like thrusts sifted
throughout the room. He held her tighter and she dug her fingers into his hair. His
cock pulsated to the same rhythm of her contracting walls. She swallowed his
growls. He picked up speed, plunging her body, battering her core, causing the
side of the dresser to slam into the wall repeatedly.
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Their session of unadulterated passion was now no secret. His fingers
marked her hips, then he jutted into her one last time and unleashed his hot seed
deep into her body.
As their heart rates steadied, they absorbed each other"s exhausted breaths
of release.
“How much time does she need?” he asked, breathlessly kissing her face.
“Bout twenty, thirty minutes, I think,” she slurred, wiping at the sweat on
his forehead.
He grinned against her lips. “Want to go at it again?”
“Oh hells yeah.”
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Chapter Fourteen
Eyes of A Wolf
“Pull over, right over there at that restaurant.”
Rayne pulled the royal African gown over her head, folded it and placed it at
the end of the leather seat. She removed the decorative wrap from her hair and big
bouncy curls fell over her shoulders. Ignoring the pair of eyes staring at her from
the rear view mirror, she slipped on a pair of deep purple boots over her fitted blue
jeans.
She turned off her cell phone, shoved it in her pocket, and scooted closer to
the door. Locking eyes with the driver, she adjusted the sleeves to the printed, silk
baby doll blouse that hung tastefully off her shoulders. He scrambled out of the car
and rushed around to open the door for her. She took his extended hand and slid
on her Prada shades.
“Would you like me to wait for you, Miss Piers?” the driver asked.
Oh damn. Dumbfounded, she stared at him for a moment. She couldn"t tell
him to leave because he"d pick up the phone and call Sota, but it"d be inconsiderate
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of her to tell him to stay when she had no intentions of stepping foot back into his
car any time soon.
“Uhm, I"m meeting a friend here, and I"m not sure how long we"ll be. So I"ll
call you when I"m ready. Sounds good?” She didn"t really answer his question, but
then again, she didn"t intend to.
His brow crinkled in uncertainty, he nodded.
Before he could say anything else, she spun on her heel and strutted into the
restaurant.
Yeah, Brianna was right. This was a half-ass plan, but since she didn"t have
time to think of anything else, this half-ass plan had to work.
The petite hostess grabbed a clip board and smiled as Rayne approached
her. The welcoming expression vanished from her face, giving way to a look of
shock, then the pad slid from her hands. “No freakin" way…”
Rayne rushed forward and caught it before it hit the floor then placed her
finger to her lips. “I need to be taken through the restaurant, without a scene and
then out the back door. Could you do that for me?” she whispered, handing the
wide-eyed hostess the clip board.
“Yes, yes, of course, Miss Piers,” the hostess answered quickly. “This way.”
Rayne followed the girl through the restaurant and made sure to keep her
eyes straight ahead. There were quiet murmurs and gasps from those who
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recognized her, but thankfully no one shouted out her name or made an attempt to
approach her. The clamor of dishes and the aroma of herbs and spices assaulted
her senses as they made their way through the kitchen.
“Here we go,” the hostess said once they arrived at the rear door.
“What"s your name?”
The girl"s whole face lit up with excitement. “Rita.”
Rayne pulled her into a tight hug. “Thanks, Rita. I won"t forget this.” She
opened the steel door leading to a narrow alleyway.
“Wait, maybe I can help you. Where are you trying to go?”
“I think I"ll keep that lil" tid bit of info to myself,” she said over her shoulder.
“Thanks again for your help.”
“If you"re trying to ditch your driver, this
is not the smartest way to go.”
Rayne turned and pinned her with a baffled stare.
“Sorry,” Rita giggled with shrug of her shoulders. “Had to state the obvious.
The shades are not a good cover up and you"ll have to walk on the outskirts of the
building to get the other side. People are gonna notice you no matter how fast you
walk. If you tell me exactly where you need to go, I"ll take you there and no one
will see you, promise.”
Rayne raked the young woman, who could easily pass for a model, with an
appraising gaze. Stylishly, her short blonde hair framed her round face. Her thin
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lips twisted into sly smirk and her perfectly plucked brows arched at her scrutiny.
That was when Rayne noticed it—the luminous aura surrounding her petite
frame.
Could this woman be like the soldiers from last night?
She pushed her shades on top of her head and planted a hand on her hip.
“A"ight, I"m trying to get to club Night Stalkers.”
Rita"s brows raised in surprise. “Wow. Never saw you as the type to hang
out at that kind of club.”
“What kinda club are you talking about?”
Smiling, Rita took her hands. “You"ll see. This is gonna feel a little strange.”
Suddenly, the alley blurred. Strips of newspapers and debris wafted up off
the ground, swirled around them then disappeared. Rayne blinked then they were
standing in an elevator.
“What the—whooaa!” Rayne stumbled back against the wall of the
enclosure.
“Yeah, it"s kinda trippy on the first go „round, but that"s the worst of it. Next
time, you won"t even feel it.”
Amazed and slightly disoriented, she stared at Rita with her mouth gaped
open. “What the hell…?”
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“Oh, I"m a drifter, or transporter, which ever you prefer,” Rita confessed
with a soft grin.
“A drifter?”
She remembered Demetri had mentioned drifters when he"d explained the
cloud, but she never thought she"d actually run into one. That was, without a
doubt, the coolest ability to have. Jump from one place to the other with the
thought… This girl would be handy after a concert.
“You are gonna so love this place. It"s awesome and everybody who comes to
this club is soo hot. O.M.G., I swear, if you"re ugly you can"t get in.” Her face
flushed with excitement. “I go broke every week partying in this place, but it is
totally worth it. The dance floor is on the sixth level.” She pressed the sixth button
and the elevator began to move. “VIP on the seventh, casino on the eighth,
swingers club and strip joint on the ninth and the private club on the tenth.”
“Wow. Is there anything this place doesn"t cater to?” Rayne murmured,
watching the LCD above the elevator doors change to the number four.
Rita laughed. “No, I think all bases are covered. There"s a parking garage on
the first floor, but I have no idea what"s on the floors in between one and six.
Considering all of the sexy people that come here, I can only imagine what that
space is used for.” She grinned sheepishly. “He surely knew what he was doing
when he hooked this place up.”
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“He?”
“Maurisio Bithanos. He owns this whole building. In fact, he owns all of the
buildings on this street. Word is he came out of nowhere years ago with cases of
cash and bought up all of this property,” she explained, throwing her hands
around.
“Seriously?” Sounded like Demetri"s brother was money-making gangster.
“So uhm, do you know how I can get in touch with him, or do you know if he"ll be
in the club today?”
Rita tilted her head and gave her a puzzled look.
“It"s just that I called and nobody can tell me when he"s gonna be there. They
won"t tell me if he"s in town and they won"t give up a contact number either.”
“Not sure if I can help you with that. I don"t know what time he shows up or
even if he shows up every day, but I do know if he finds out you"re here, you"ll most
likely see him. He has a drifter working for him, so even if he"s in Vegas, he"ll be
here in blink of an eye. And girl let me tell you, Maurisio is soo freaking hot,
ohhh—like, he is Adonis in living form.” Her lids briefly closed and she shuddered
in ecstasy. “God, I hope he does come in today so you can see what I"m talking
about.”
Rita smoothed her hands over her sleek hairdo. “I wish I could join you, but
I have to get back to work, so I can blow my whole paycheck in here on Friday.
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Get my groove on, ya know. Don"t let me slip out of your memory, Miss Sharayna
Piers aka Rayne. Come back and visit me, have dinner even. I"m sure my manager
would be thrilled to have you. Oh, and before I leave, can I just say, you are extra
hot in person, and your hair so rocks. See ya.”
Just as the elevator arrived on the sixth floor, Rita vanished.
Blasting hip-hop music invaded the small space when the doors slid open.
Two bulky men waited on either side of the opening when she stepped off. Staring
at her wide-eyed, they stayed glued to their positions, but acknowledged her with
nods.
Unlike Rita, a deep blue glow shimmered around their massive frames.
Returning their gesture, she quickly moved past them.
From the sixth floor, she looked up and could see the seventh and eighth
level. Blocked off by glass railings and black marble columns, the two floors
rotated at a snail"s pace. The retro design of the huge dance club was invigorating
and classy, but beneath the beauty it held an eerie appeal.
It was the people that gave it that appeal.
They danced and conversed along the lounge areas that circled the
perimeter of the dance floor, dressed beautifully in the latest fashions. Rita was
right. Everyone she looked at was definitely eye candy.
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It was crazy the place was packed like it was Friday or Saturday midnight
when it was Wednesday afternoon. Obviously, none of these people had day jobs.
Ignoring the numerous stares, Rayne kept her head down and headed
straight for the bar. The bass backbeat of the music pulsated through her as the
dancing bodies parted like the red sea to allow her to walk through. Glowing eyes
flashed in unison with the multicolored lights that lit up the dance floor. The
surreal and scary realization that the glowing eyes belonged to those who were
probably not human didn"t slow her advance.
Freaked out or not, she wasn"t about to leave until she talked to Maurisio.
The bartender, whose nametag read Casey, slid a silver-rimmed martini
glass before her. Winking at her, he retrieved a flask from beneath the bar. Along
with the vodka martini mix, he poured some scarlet liquid into the glass.
What the hell kind of martini was that?
“Enjoy, Mrs. Bithanos.”
Before she could open her mouth, he trotted down the bar.
“Mrs. Bithanos?” She looked past the glowing eyes that stared at her to the
bartender. “Yo, I didn"t order this!”
Grinning, bartender Casey straight ignored her.
She brought her gaze to the drink. The crimson additive swirled about in
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hard and tried to look away, but couldn"t. It held her in a trance. She couldn"t
outright drink blood in public, but damn, she wanted just a little sip.
“No one would blame you for tasting it.” A soft feminine voice intruded into
her private struggle. “It is in your nature.”
With a raised brow, Rayne peered to her right. A woman daintily perched
on the bar stool next to her sipped on a deep blue martini. Her unnaturally pale
skin, accented by the snug fit of her black dress was uncanny. Long, dark blue hair
curled past her waist, matching her piercing blue eyes.
“It won"t kill you to take a swig,” the woman coaxed.
Rayne glanced past the woman then to her left. Everyone watched her and
seemed a bit too anxious for her to take her first sip. This was too much damn
pressure.
“Naw, I"m good.” She pushed the drink forward. “I didn"t even order this.”
“You didn"t have to. The blood hunger is screaming from your eyes.”
Rayne cocked her head. “I"m sorry, who are you?”
“Oh, I"m nobody special in here,” she laughed gleefully. “My name is Imrie. I
heard Casey call you Mrs. Bithanos. Are you related to the owner?”
“No. I mean, not really. It"s complicated. I"m still trying to figure out how the
bartender knew, or assumed he could call me Mrs. Bithanos.” It"s not like Demetri
put a ring on her finger or anything.
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A quirky smile twisted her lips. “Oh child, you act clueless, but the evidence
is there. Your lover"s scent is all over you and from the smell of things, you"re his
for the taking. The title is justified.”
“His for the taking? What the hell…You can smell my personal business?”
“Darling, you are in a club full of shifters. They all can smell your personal
business.” Imrie gestured toward the dance floor with the flip of her wrist. “And you
being in heat doesn"t make matters any better.”
Bewildered, Rayne looked out to the crowd of shifters and gasped. Along
with the blue auras, she sensed the base animal of every person who glanced her
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