“Same.”
“I imagine it’s hard for you working in a club where women probably throw themselves at you. Your girlfriend wouldn’t be able to trust that you didn’t take some dancer up on her offer.”
Mica’s lips pulled into a shrug. “Is that a job hazard for you? Throwing yourself at bouncers?”
“Not even,” Kamari said. Not even when she was stripping to put herself through college, but this bouncer called to her on a primal level that she couldn’t ignore.
“Your entire family is supposed to be dead,” Mica said. “I did check out your story.”
“I knew you would. Arleigh was afraid the killers would come back and finish off the job if they knew a witness had survived. So, I just walked away and never talked about my past.”
“Your family farm was burned to the ground.”
“And the land sold,” Kamari said bitterly.
She’d lost her pack, her family, and her sense of safety. Most of all, she’d lost a part of who she was and her freedom to be animal without recrimination.
“The sheriff knew I was alive. He came out with my sister to get me.”
Mica took another bite of her meal. “The club is for lesbians and though we’re open to transgender women, none ever play at the club. So, did you notice anything else?”
“I didn’t see his face full on,” she said. “But the body type and build—he wore shades, and he barely looked at me, though I did see a speck of red on his shirt. The room smelled like cleaning supplies, too, and Mallory.”
“Jenner said the same thing,” Mica commented carefully. “What did Isa tell you?”
“I told you everything except that Isa said she went to Hartsland because she wanted proof that Jerry was not the good guy he pretended to be.” Kamari told Mica what Isa had said about the killer club meeting and the two other men.
“Damn it,” Mica cursed low and hard. “Why didn’t you say anything last night? I could have gone down there or sent someone to check this out. I was planning on talking to Amy today to find out if Isa had told her anything.”
Kamari dug into her own meal. “You did dismiss me before I was done.”
Mica gave her a patient look. “You had my attention when I brought you home last night.”
“And you had plenty of time to bring it up, but I suspect you were just trying to romance me into the right frame of mind.”
“I wouldn’t have bothered,” Mica told her coldly, gray eyes darkening. “I’d have just beat it out of you.”
“You could have tried,” she retorted and the animal snarled inside her. She wasn’t a dark shadow, but the other dangerous type was called a mist walker.
What made the mists so dangerous was they never gave off a scent in hunting mode and could blur their bodies enough to appear invisible or misty. They were manipulators of mental energy who could destroy the mind or the body with a single thought.
“Sweetheart, you couldn’t handle me even if I gave you the advantage, but I’m here because I think you’re cute, not to trick you into telling me anything.”
The words hit Kamari like a ton of bricks. “Liar. You always look right through me.”
“I told you why last night,” Mica replied.
“So, if we go out, you’ll just keep ignoring me at work?”
“Not hardly,” she drawled and reached for her tea. “Not that I ever have. How can anyone not watch when you’re serving drinks or flirting at the bar?”
“I’m not sure what to do with that,” Kamari said with a frown. “But I think Amy’s dead.”
“Based on what?” Mica asked, eyes narrowing slightly.
“I read the Hartsland Gazette this morning and went back two weeks, that’s when Isa said they went there. There was a mention of a Jane Doe being found.”
“I’ll check it out.”
“I think Amy and Isa saw something that made them both targets.”
Mica set her fork down, tension coming into her face, her jaw clenching. “Isa told you what she saw, why someone killed her? What did the killer club do?”
“They raped and killed someone.”
Chapter Nine
The muscle in Mica’s jaw worked and Kamari snorted, not too concerned about Mica’s obvious anger.
She’d come here to escape, to rebuild her life and been thrown head first into a murder that could lead back to her sister’s killer. She was upset, unprepared, and unsure exactly how much to tell, but she had to take some chances.
“So, you took her keys because she told you where to find the proof?” Mica demanded.
Kamari sighed. “Mica, the day I left town, I found something in my car.”
Mica frowned. “What does that have to do with Isa’s murder?” Her gray gaze was watchful.
“When I got home, a cop came to tell me my sister was dead. He said she was found in a park, but I found pictures of my sister’s body. She’d been killed in a house, tortured BDSM style and raped. Her face and body looked like Isa’s.”
“And you think one of Isa’s killer club members killed your sister and Isa might have known something about that, too?”
“She said she’d seen pictures of my sister.” Kamari swallowed tightly. “I need to know if it’s true, so I want to help.”
“And if the murders aren’t connected?”
“Then I’m going to do as I was doing—get on with my life because the chances of me finding this killer are nil. I could spend the rest of my life looking for him, and never live again. Arleigh wouldn’t want that. She’d probably tell me to forget about it just to protect me if she were able to.”
Mica nodded, resolution in her gray gaze. “I’ll let you be involved to a certain extent,” she said. “But you have to be honest with me.”
“Then you have a deal and to show my good faith, I’ll show you what I found, but there’s one other thing, Mica.”
“But?” she asked tightly.
“Isa said he was killing two birds with one stone by killing her. Not only that, I found something of Mallory’s in her room.”
“Shit,” she muttered. “What was it?”
“One of the ties I’ve seen her wear with the M tie pin.”
“Where is it?”
“I have it someplace safe along with the footage of a murder someone took. I don’t know what’s so important about the video or the murder, but the date stamp is about three weeks ago, and Candy was there.”
“Give it—and everything else you found—to me.”
“How can I be sure my sister won’t get lost in this?” she asked. “If it is the same killer? I mean, I think this Jerry is trying to set Mallory up for Isa’s murder.”
Mica growled, anger darkening her eyes. “How can I prove that if you’re wasting time?”
“I’ll give you the footage and that’s it for now,” Kamari told her testily.
“Trust is the only way we’re going to get these murders solved, babe, so don’t hold back on me. I can be a very patient coyote, but that patience will only go so far.”
“Trust is a commodity that I can’t afford to be careless with,” Kamari replied. Her own life could be on the line. “The guy who killed Isa looked right at me. He might think I’m a threat.”
Mica didn’t reply as she got to her feet, a little growl coming from her throat. “I’ll protect you.”
“I can protect myself,” Kamari snapped. Rising, she grabbed both plates and took them into the kitchen where she dumped them into the sink.
When she turned, Mica was right behind her. Her eyes held that intensity that had left her on edge last night.
Mica closed that distance and Kamari stepped back, sensing the wild animal energy of her. Her breathing grew shallow as her back came up against the counter.
“What?” Kamari demanded. “You’re going to try to intimidate me into giving you everything?”
“You know how hot you are, don’t you? That’s why you’re always shaking your ass for the patrons. I watch, wan
ting you to dance for me.”
Her eyes widened. “W-what?”
Mica leaned closer and nuzzled her and then bit her lightly. “This has nothing to do with the murders and everything to do with what I’ve wanted since the first night I saw you behind the bar.”
“How can I believe that?”
“You can say yes to me,” Mica murmured. “But understand, I’m not promising a future, just a fling.”
Kamari wasn’t really looking for anything lasting. She had resigned herself years ago that she’d never mate. She would never risk someone’s life at the hands of her animal. If her mate rejected her claim, Kamari would kill her during sex and eat her.
“I don’t have a problem with that,” Kamari answered.
“Good.” Mica kissed her, but it wasn’t like last night. This kiss was hard, demanding and oh so hot.
Mica’s tongue tangled with hers, thrust into her mouth, drawing a moan from Kamari. Mica pushed her fingers into the hair Kamari had taken her time to curl and deepened the kiss as Kamari wrapped an arm around Mica’s waist.
She savored the kiss, the heat of Mica’s body as she pressed closer and craved more. Kamari glided her hands up Mica’s back before tugging her shirt from the waistband of her pants and darting beneath.
Kamari stroked her warm skin, scratched her with sharp nails as she strained closer. Mica yipped her approval and her wolf growled inside her.
“Mica,” she said roughly.
Mica kissed the side of her neck, lips trailing a path to Kamari’s jaw where Mica bit her lightly.
Kamari tilted her head to one side, giving her better access to her throat. Coyotes were known to be vicious, but she wasn’t afraid of having this one so close to her jugular. In fact, Kamari’s wolf reveled in the element of danger, yet sensed none.
Warm tongue licked along the column as deft hands pushed beneath the hem of Kamari’s dress to cup her ass.
“I want you, Kamari,” she murmured and then bit her.
Kamari gasped, but it was only pleasure that snaked through her.
“Now’s the time to end this if you’re saying no,” she ordered.
“I’m not,” Kamari told her. The wolf hungered to be taken by the coyote staring out from the woman’s eyes. “I’m clean.”
“Me too.”
They might be animals, and rarely got human diseases, but it wasn’t unheard of. Sometimes chlamydia and herpes sneaked past their immune systems.
“Do you have problems with a strap on?”
“No,” Kamari said keeping her tone light to hide her delight. “I think it’s kind of hot.”
“Like you.” Mica swept her hands up Kamari’s back and found the zipper of Kamari’s dress and dragged it down. Then she peeled the bodice back to reveal a lacy, white satin bra. She cupped Kamari’s breasts, kneading them and then pinching the already taut tips.
Kamari gasped roughly as the bite of pain rippled through her causing her pussy to moisten.
Mica deftly unhooked the three eyehooks and parted the fabric. Her eyes went pure gold and a low growl escaped her.
“Perfect,” she whispered and ran her hands reverently over the smooth brown skin, flicking the nipples with her thumbs before pinching them again and then lowering her head to lick one.
Kamari sighed and pushed her hand into Mica’s short thick hair, the strands silky as they slipped through her fingers.
Mica swirled her tongue around the areola before sucking the hard, chocolate tip.
Kamari hissed as pleasure shot through her, hot and visceral going straight to her clit. She tightened her fingers in Mica’s hair as Mica laved at the sensitive flesh before biting down on the tip.
The pinch of pain sliced through Kamari, and she growled softly as delectation poured through her. Her juices flowed thick and easy from her and her breath came in jerky pants.
“Mica,” she said pleadingly. She needed more, ached for it.
Mica turned her attention to the other nipple and thumped it, and then she slapped the fleshy curve of one breast and then the other before giving each nipple a hard pinch, drawing a cry from Kamari.
The pain was a sensual delight that made her clit pulse and her womb clench.
Mica drew her tongue around the firm bud and teased it with a little flick before drawing the peak into her hot mouth. She took a hard pull on it and Kamari moaned softly.
The pressure was a delicious sensation that made her juices ease from her to dampen her panties. Kamari pushed her chest out, seeking more pleasure as her blood began to boil in her veins, heating her skin from the inside out.
“Mica,” she cried thickly.
Mica lifted her head and turned Kamari to face the counter. She kissed the back of her neck as she caressed her sides, hands slipping beneath the skirt of her dress to glide over Kamari’s thighs.
“I can smell how wet you are, Kamari,” Mica whispered in her ear. She trailed a finger down the seam of Kamari’s ass and Kamari shivered in anticipation.
Sharp teeth nipped at her nape and she moaned, savoring the sting that only another shifter could give.
Mica withdrew her hand and lifted the dress and ran her hand over the curve of Kamari’s ass before giving the firm globe a squeeze and then a light slap.
Kamari loved a hard hand on her ass. It made her wet and high, but she didn’t expect Mica to give her that dark sensual treat.
Mica pushed her panties down and caressed her butt.
“Such soft skin,” Mica murmured. “Soft and deserving of a little blush.” Then, a hand landed on her ass, but still too light to be more than a blip on her sexual radar.
But the second was a sting that drew a gasp of delight from Kamari as it slithered over her nerve endings. The third landed soundly on her other cheek, ripping a cry of surprise from Kamari.
“I like that,” Kamari said breathlessly. The animal liked it even more.
“What do you like about it?” Mica asked.
“The burn,” she admitted.
Mica hit her harder and Kamari moaned. One tap on each cheek, and then harder taps that made her ass burn. The blow seared her deep inside, branded her with pleasure.
Then, Mica’s lips whispered along her nape and sharp teeth scraped, making Kamari cream. Her breath rushed, her animal all but purred from the hint of pain. Kamari could barely breathe for the bliss taking her.
Mica dropped another tap on her ass, playing a staccato beat, leaving Kamari’s heart pounding. Her skin was ablaze as her clit pulsed and her juices ran down her thighs.
“Fuck!” Kamari soaked in the pain and wanted more. “Mica, you’re driving me insane. I want you so bad.”
The barely-perceptible whisper of a zipper sliding down its track penetrated the fog of her brain and then the soft head of a dildo teased the entrance of her pussy.
“You want me now?”
“Please! Now!” Kamari cried huskily.
Mica pushed the head of her cock into Kamari’s heated channel, and Kamari gasped. The girth was more than she expected as it parted the tightness of her and licked over sensitive nerve endings.
Mica’s lips brushed the damp skin of her nape as she gripped Kamari’s hip tight. She slid deeper into the slick heat, taking her so slowly Kamari felt the veins of Mica’s cock caressing the walls of her pussy.
Kamari hissed, the entrance delicious. “Oh, fuck.” She clenched her fingers on the counter and her toes curled in her shoes as Mica seated herself fully in the tight clasp.
Kamari shivered, clenching around the thickness. “Damn, that’s incredible. Is it cyberskin? It’s so perfect.”
Mica chuckled. “I see you know your toys,” she murmured in that sexy voice that melted Kamari every time Mica spoke. Mica pulled out to push back in.
Kamari sighed roughly as pleasure shot through her, feeding the fire already burning. She reached back to draw her fingers along Mica’s jaw. “Baby, I love a woman who knows how to use a dick.”
Mica bit her neck a
nd thrust into her again. Her strokes were deep, easy, yet addicting.
Kamari thrust her hips back as Mica’s thrusts grew faster. Her head fell back onto Mica’s shoulder, the heat of passion blazing bright inside her, her body burning out of control.
Mica slid her hands to Kamari’s stomach and stroked before gliding her hands up to cup her breasts as she drove into her hard and deep. Her breath caught and Mica pinched her nipples, sending bliss arcing through her.
Kamari mewled, a rush of energy ranging through her as the hormones of mating burst awake. The silver energy glowed on her fingertips as her nails became claws and Kamari scratched Mica’s nape, as woman and wolf drowned in sensation.
Mica yipped, the animal’s response akin to a groan as she plunged into Kamari hard and fast. A hard tap to her clit and Kamari was flying, crying out Mica’s name as release rushed over her in a white-hot fury of pleasure.
Mica’s cry of ecstasy followed, vibrating through Kamari and setting off another orgasm that stole her breath.
Chapter Ten
Mica closed her eyes, leaning her forehead against the back of Kamari’s head, breathing harsh. She couldn’t believe she’d lost control like that.
She’d growled in anger.
And she’d bitten Kamari more than once.
She never bit her lovers, and she only growled when the pleasure was so intense it made her shudder. However, that rarely happened and today it shocked her that it did.
She blamed the enticing scent of the woman who wasn’t human but wasn’t coyote either. Mica wondered what she was. Wolf?
Kamari’s scent beckoned to her like no other human or canine’s, yet she almost didn’t scent her at all sometimes.
“Mmm. That was so incredible, Mica,” Kamari said softly and Mica pulled free of her, not sure what to expect.
Kamari faced her with eyes still dark with fading passion though they held a silver slash near the irises. While the silver gave her pause, it was the bite marks marring the side of Kamari’s neck that Mica focused on.
Shit!
“I didn’t expect you to be so interesting,” Kamari said and put her hand on Mica’s hip.
“You’re okay with BDSM?”
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