Chapter Twenty
Kamari stood in the club’s lounge, regretting she’d been asked to come in and open the bar for the dancers who’d be practicing tonight. Her plan had been to go over the information she’d found at Amy’s in hopes something that confirmed or denied Jerry’s involvement in her sister’s murder.
She’d even be happy to find something that confirmed that exonerated Mallory. She hated to see her boss go to jail for a crime she didn’t commit.
Kamari moved her hips to the music playing over the speaker, deciding that patience was a virtue. She’d have all day tomorrow to sift through the information.
“Damn Wish I was Your Lover” by Sophie B. Hawkins was perfect for a moderate workout and that’s what the two girls were getting in as they worked on the routine they’d be doing together.
“I bet you have mad skills,” Cambrie said from behind her.
Kamari grinned and faced her. “Not hardly, but I did some dancing in college. It paid well and I never had to take anything but my costumes home with me.”
Cambrie chuckled. “So true. What did you major in?”
“Psychology and criminal justice.”
“Of course,” Cambrie said with a little laugh. “Did you always want to be an FBI agent?”
“Yes.” She wanted to be an avenging angel, but she’d learned quickly she couldn’t work with the idea of being a savior in mind.
“Then why go on leave? You could probably have gotten them to take a look at your sister’s case.”
“I tried, but my superior said there was no call for it, so I took leave to get my head together,” she said and then smiled as she turned her gaze to the stage. “You ever dance duo?”
Cambrie laughed. “Hell, no. Syd would freak out. She can’t even stand it that I dance at all, but this is my last week. I’m going to teach at the pack school starting next term.”
“Teaching is a noble profession,” Kamari commented.
“You blocked me today.”
Kamari shrugged. “I’m telepathic.” And blocking attacks wasn’t all she could do thanks to the rigorous training her mother had put her through.
“What can you do besides block?” Cambrie asked in a tone that was way too curious for her.
Kamari decided to ignore that question. She smiled and began to dance. “What do you think?”
She did a body roll, moving back a few steps. As she came out of it, Kamari skimmed her fingertips down the sides of her body. She undulated and then gave her hips a roll before turning and bouncing her butt and moving into a graceful move.
“Take something off,” Cambrie suggested.
Kamari continued to move as she turned and slowly unbuttoned her blouse to her stomach before cupping her breasts and the soft scent of sandalwood and vanilla wafted to her. Kamari turned her head to find Mica watching.
Kamari started to finish unbuttoning her blouse when Mica growled.
“Fuck,” Mica muttered. “Stop.”
“Stop what? I’m just dancing,” she said and ran her hand over her stomach. “Is that a crime in a strip club?”
Mica growled again and strode over and Cambrie stepped out of the way. Mica grabbed the hand on Kamari’s stomach, stilling it.
“You’re here to serve the thirsty, not join them,” Mica said coldly.
“I can do what I want, Mica,” Kamari replied and Mica’s eyes went gold, glowing in the low lighting.
“Cambrie, I’ll be right back,” Mica muttered.
“Take your time,” the other woman drawled. “Brynn’s got the other side of the room covered and there’s someone in the dressing rooms.”
“I need a word with you,” Mica said and gripped her hand tighter before dragging her into the hallway out of sight of the dancers and security. “What the fuck are you doing?”
“I thought it was obvious.” Kamari tugged her hand free and picked up the beat of the next song fairly quickly. It was a slower number by Mariah Carey.
“Not here, Kamari,” she said tightly.
Kamari danced a few steps back from Mica and ran her fingers down the front of her blouse and finished unbuttoning it with one hand. With the other, she caressed her hip before running it back up to cup her breast and pinch the nipple.
Mica exhaled roughly and leaned against the wall watching, eyes the color of aged gold.
Kamari gave her a smile and brushed her blouse open to reveal the plum colored bra with mock lace-up front. She caressed her flat stomach, the muscle definition born of hours of training to keep in shape.
Kamari drew her hands back up, working her hips as she turned. Backing up, Kamari rubbed her body lightly against Mica’s as she did a slow grind half way down and back up. At her back, the bulge of the strap-on pressed against her, teasing the crease of her ass.
Kamari turned and ran her hands down Mica’s arms before backing up to release her hair from its knot. She stroked her hands down her throat to her stomach and down to the snap of her pants. Then, Kamari released it and slipped a hand inside gliding it slowly down as her juices started to moisten her pussy.
The look in Mica’s eyes had her catching fire, and she wanted to make Mica go up in flames.
Kamari withdrew her hand and turned to run one hand down her butt cheek as she pumped her booty.
She threw Mica a look over her shoulder and executed a deft series of moves that brought her back around to face Mica. Then Kamari glided her hand down between the valley of Mica’s breasts to her stomach and down over the dildo.
She sank to her knees holding Mica’s gaze. With the carpet beneath her, Kamari released the buckle of Mica’s leather belt before unbuttoning Mica’s pants. Slowly, she dragged the zipper down. After that, Kamari pulled the strap-on out and ran her tongue up the soft shaft to the head and closed her lips around it.
The material was almost like a human male’s, easy to manipulate, easy to suck, and not at all unpleasant to the taste. She sank her head down on the cock and Mica pushed her fingers into her hair with a growl.
“Kamari,” she snarled out the word. “Do it. Suck that cock.” She thrust into her mouth and Kamari groaned, the sensation interesting as the dildo slid down her throat.
“Do you like giving me head, little tease?”
“Mmm-hmm.” She ran her tongue down the shaft and licked back up keeping her eyes on Mica’s. They were like old gold, the animal bright in them as it watched her.
She ran her hands up Mica’s thighs and cupped her ass as she sucked the toy into her mouth. Kamari glided her finger down the seam of Mica’s ass letting it disappear inside the band of her boxer harness briefs.
Mica’s eyes sharpened but she didn’t stop her, so Kamari pushed her finger into the tight nether hole. Mica yipped, the sound rough to her ears.
Kamari pushed her finger deeper sliding it past the tight ring of muscle and Mica’s fingers clenched in her hair.
“Damn you,” she muttered and a low huff escaped, telling her Mica was more than pleased.
She drew her finger out and thrust it back in fucking Mica with easy strokes as she allowed her to acclimate to the dry friction. Most women she knew wouldn’t allow her to even attempt this without a boat load of lube, but the slightly lowered lids, and the low growl that came from Mica’s throat told her she liked it.
“Fuck,” Mica rasped out the word. “That feels so damn good.”
Kamari licked over Mica’s lower belly before biting her lightly and Mica pulled her head back.
“Bad. Bad girl,” Mica said and tugged her to her feet and closed her hand around Kamari’s throat. “What do you think you’re doing?”
Mica’s eyes held nothing but passion and hunger, but her animal was in her voice, the sound rough.
“Giving you what you wanted,” she said breathlessly. “I can read your mind Mica, and I know you have some dirty fantasy of fucking me right here.”
Mica chuckled. “Oh, really? You think you know what’s in my dirty mind?” Mica turned Kama
ri to face the wall so fast she got dizzy. “Do you want me?”
“Yes,” Kamari said breathlessly.
Mica kissed her ear. “Good, ’cause I can’t stop wanting you and this is how bad.” Mica reached around and tugged the zipper of Kamari’s pants down and rolled them down with her panties.
Cool air kissed her skin a second before fire burned her cheeks.
Chapter Twenty-One
Kamari’s eyes widened and another heavy tap landed on her ass, searing her flesh. The third strike tore a cry from her.
“I told you to stop.” Mica delivered another stinging tap to Kamari’s butt.
“Mica!”
“I told you earlier today not to tempt me in public.” Mica hit her again before cupping her mound. “This tight little pussy was meant to be enjoyed in private.”
She heard the whisper of something and then felt the bite of leather on her ass. Her eyes widened. “Mica.”
“Stay still,” Mica ordered. “You started this, but I’m going to finish it.” The belt fell on her ass again to slice painfully over her flesh. “Next time I say stop, stop,” she said and landed a slap on one cheek and then the other before the belt landed on both cheeks.
Kamari bit back a cry and attempted to push away from the wall and Mica pressed against her.
“As my lover, your job is to obey me, not attempt to top me,” she whispered in her ear. “If I want your body on public display I’ll command you to strip, but I didn’t.” Mica bit her earlobe. “As a result, you’ll take these next five without so much as a scream.”
Damn it.
The woman in her protested loudly, but the wolf, that traitorous damned animal, bowed its head in utter submission. And she couldn’t do a thing but acquiesce.
The first of five lashes kissed her skin and she caught her bottom lip between her teeth to keep from protesting.
The horror of it, was that she didn’t want to. She wanted the dominance, the rush of no control.
Tap. Tap. Tap.
She jerked out of her thoughts as the pain cut through her, scorching her. Tears slid down her cheeks and she cursed them.
The fifth lash landed lighter than the others.
“You wanted me to break you, sweetheart, well this is me taking control,” she said. “Are you up for the challenge?”
“Mica—”
“All you need to say is yes or no,” Mica snarled. “Your choice, Kamari.”
Kamari faced her, looking up into cold eyes that glowed with the animal’s control. Mica’s jaw was set in a hard line and the determination shining in her eyes made her so damn sexy.
“Don’t cut those pretty eyes at me,” Mica told her evenly. “I didn’t give you permission, so find a wall or the floor. And while you’re at it, answer me.”
Kamari looked away gritting her teeth. Her dominance no match for the coyote’s.
“Mica?”
“If no one’s attacking, wait,” she retorted to the person who’d called her name. “Answer me.” Mica rested her hand on the wall next to Kamari’s head. “Now.”
“I don’t do submission out of the bedroom.” The wolf felt compelled to push just a little bit more, because if Mica gave, then she wasn’t the woman for her.
“Then, why fuck with me? You already knew the terms of engagement,” Mica muttered.
“I—” Because she’d seen her watching her. She’d craved the feel of Mica’s hands on her body again, wanted to feel that dildo inside her. “I could feel your hunger for me.”
Mica snorted. “You thought you could top me, when I specifically told you that would never happen.”
“You were into it.” Kamari growled and Mica snarled at her making her glare.
“Damn right, I was,” she murmured, leaning closer. “But I want what I want, give me that or keep your hands off me.”
Kamari whimpered. “This round to you, coyote,” Kamari said softly.
Mica kissed her hard and Kamari moaned.
“For crap’s sake,” Delany muttered. “Are you almost done?”
“Get out to the floor with the dancers,” Mica ordered in a low tone. “Keep your clothes on or you’ll get ten lashes later. That body is for my eyes only.”
Kamari glared at her and stalked away.
****
“What is it?” Mica demanded tightly.
“I was just over at Coffee Crossing about to grab something to eat when I ran into Petra. I was thinking if we could identify that tat we might be able to figure out who the third person in the video was.”
“Really? I didn’t know you even knew her.”
“I hooked up with Petra for a little bit, but her family wasn’t cool with it. So, things sort of fizzled out.”
“TMI,” she muttered.
Delany grunted. “Anyway, I showed her the tat after I did a cut away to avoid showing her the video,” she said. “Five guys have the tat and Jericho’s one. It was specially designed.”
“Wait, how does she know about the tat?”
“I told you we got to talking. I brought it up, and she showed me a finished version of one. It was designed by her brother for Jericho and five of his friends when they were teens. They called themselves the killer boys club.”
“Jericho doesn’t have the tat anymore.”
“No, but he has part of it,” Delany said. “She sent the design to my email. I told her the waitress who found Isa saw the killer’s arm and he had a tat with a dragon’s tail. So, she showed me four pictures.”
“Fat chance in us getting the chance to see it,” Mica said. “We’ve got to get more proof before taking this to Jen.”
“Speaking of proof—”
“Don’t go there,” Mica cut in. “Stay on this Jerry thing and let me know what you find. I have a feeling it’s not going to be good.”
“You and that girl have some serious chemistry,” Delany teased.
“Shut up, Del,” she muttered.
Delany grinned. “Another thing, Candy’s been arrested for murder.”
“What?” Mica had hoped to get a chance to talk to her.
“Cops found her at Amy’s. Someone called it in. She killed one of her packmates, but she’s not talking.”
“Perfect,” Mica snapped. “We’re going to have to lean on Ella.”
“I’ll take care of it, but I doubt she even knows what’s going on. Powell is our next stop. He can’t be walking around like Jericho’s personal assassin and not know what’s up.”
“With what, though? I’m sure he’s not killing his own people over Gray Tail lands. There has to be more to it than that.”
“Must, and if there’s something to tell, I’ll get Ella to spill her guts.”
“Hopefully.”
****
“Why don’t we hang out tomorrow?” Cambrie asked as she wiped sweat from her brow.
“I have something to do,” Kamari said. “But thanks.”
“I’m not taking no for an answer,” she said. “You’ll need something hot to strip down to for Mica.” She winked. “We can go shopping. A new shop just opened in Mystic.”
“Fine. We can drive in around twelve if you can pick me up.”
“Sure thing,” Cambrie agreed with a smile. “What is going on between you two?”
Kamari smiled. “I’m not sure,” she murmured. “My animal is climbing out of its skin.”
“Hmm, sounds like she’s your mate.”
Kamari shook her head. “I doubt that.”
“Denial is an ugly thing and a coyote’s shadow kiss’s rejection is only going to make the animal edgier.”
“A what?” she asked with a frown.
“Shadows are Indian-born coyotes and their mates are called shadow kisses. We carry a mark that invariably matches our mate’s in some way.”
The tat. Mica had seen it, and she’d known.
Why hadn’t she said something?
Not that it would have mattered. Kamari hadn’t been receptive to the idea, but her
wolf was insisting on claiming Mica.
“None of the others will touch you, wolf or coyote, as long as you’re wearing Mica’s mark.”
“I need to get my bike and head home,” Kamari said glancing in the direction she’d come. Mica and Delany were no longer in sight.
“It’s late,” Cambrie said. “I’ll get Syd to give you a ride since it looks like Mica’s already gone.”
They headed for the front door and out into the parking lot where dancers were piling into their cars.
Sydney was talking to Brynn a few steps from the door.
“You ready, baby?” Sydney asked giving Cambrie a long look.
“Yep.” She gave Sydney a slow smile.
“Hey, Sydney. You mind giving me a ride?” Kamari asked.
Sydney frowned. “Some other time,” she said evenly. “I’m locking up.”
“I can wait.”
“I know, and I can wait on a sore jaw and cracked ribs, too,” she said. “So, that’d be a ‘not tonight’.”
“What?” Kamari demanded.
“You’ve got Mica all over you,” Sydney said. “And she’s in heat. I’m not taking you anywhere without her permission.”
“I’m not her property,” Kamari said through gritted teeth.
“I have plans, so woman up and fuck her already.”
“Syd!” Cambrie exclaimed.
“Whatever’s going on with you and Mica, isn’t my business, but it’s clear it’s more than chemistry,” Syd said giving Kamari a scathing look. “So, go hunt your woman down.”
“Fuck you, Sydney,” Kamari said acidly.
“Not in this life time, baby doll,” Sydney said icily.
“I’ll give you ride,” Brynn said. “If Mica wants a fight, it’s fine by me. I could use a good tangle.”
Sydney snorted. “Go for it.” She shook her head. “Help me lock up, girly, so we can head on home?”
“Sure.” Cambrie said and they went back inside.
“Come on,” Brynn said. “Let’s get you home, but a word of advice?”
“Can I stop you?”
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