Case already loved his new job.
A change into the proper uniform took him no time at all. He went in search of the guard to receive instructions on how to handle his new position. The security here did need to be beefed up. The incident with the wolf might have been worse.
Unlike his other clubs, this one was located in the remote high desert. Because of the very nature of the place, it would attract Kind from the compound in the area and shifters. Case understood both would be a harder bunch to handle. The animal side of them made their primitive needs stronger.
Vamps were such deviant creatures, they pretty much saw to their own entertainment. They would consider The Looking Glass tame. But some would wander in after dark. That wasn’t a problem. They’d lived long among humans, blending in was second nature.
Protection of his business was paramount. For this reason his company only hired Kind. They could handle the shifters because they were animals too. The undead posed no threat to creatures just like them.
He believed his initial concern of a shifter managing his club was valid. No one would patronize a place they didn’t feel safe in. He didn’t think his new manager had a handle on all of this. He made a mental note to discuss it again with Alek.
* * * * *
Case was headed back down the hall when Tres came out of her office door and practically ran him over. Papers flew out of her hand and scattered across the floor.
“Dammit,” she exclaimed.
“Let me help you.” Case gathered some of the stack. When Tres bent to help, his shoulder bumped her and sent her sprawling across the floor on her ass.
“Christ, be careful,” she said, as she scrambled up before he could offer assistance. She shied away from him and her eyes glittered with wariness. And he was sure he saw fear.
Why the hell was she so jumpy? It was as if she didn’t want to be touched by him. Did her dislike of lions go that far? Then it hit him right in the gut. Without question, he knew someone had hurt her. She’d buried it so deep in her mind he still couldn’t see it, but for a moment he glimpsed darkness. Case’s blood turned cold and anger bubbled up in him at the thought that anyone had brought harm to her. His feelings caught him by surprise and made his next words sound sharp.
“You should be more careful.”
“Well, I wasn’t exactly expecting a damn lion to be in my way.”
“What’s your problem with lions?” Case really wanted to know. Was it one of his brethren who had caused her to be afraid? I’ll kill him.
“Look, I hired you to be a guard, not a private fucking eye, okay?” Her eyes went dead and her voice cracked.
Case was right. He vowed to find out for sure and the cat better be long gone from the desert. He’d rip the son of a bitch in two. Tres looked so vulnerable. He couldn’t imagine anyone touching her in the wrong way. She had a body made for pleasure, not pain. What the hell is wrong with me? There was no logical reason for the sudden protective feeling he had.
He handed her the pile he’d picked up. When his fingers brushed hers, an electric spark raced up his arm and ended at his cock. Shit! Nothing like that had ever happened to him before and he’d lived a damn long time.
Hundreds of years screwing females from every species, none ever held sway over him like this little leopard did. He needed to be very careful or his game with her would quickly get out of hand. Case wasn’t looking for anything other than a good lay. But his next sentence did nothing to convince him of that.
“Hey, not all lions are bad, you know.” He wanted Tres to like the cat, not his vampyre side.
Most Kind ignored the vamp half, hated it, because it forced the need to take blood on them. Not Case. He’d spent years evading the truth of what he was--it had been a long time since Case even acknowledged the cat inside him. Now he found himself in the odd position of wanting someone to accept his cat. The thin high desert air was affecting his sanity.
Case left her in front of the office door with a look of pure hatred on her face.
He added finding out more about his new manager’s past to the list of questions he had for Alek.
* * * * *
“So, you want to tell me what happened in the private room? Was it good?”
“Holly, you won’t believe this.” Tres told her friend the whole story, every detail. They didn’t have any secrets from each other.
“Damn.”
“He was all vamp.” She felt the pinprick dots on her neck. “He had no scent. And his…well, he was huge. I need to keep him out of here. You know how I am about any involvement with customers.”
“What about your new guard? You seemed pretty interested in him earlier tonight. I’d hoped the past would finally be put to rest.”
Tres understood her friend’s concern but she wasn’t ready to trust another cat. Vampyres were different—like her, they believed in hit and run. Sex for the sake of sex. And though it happened, it was very unlikely her leopard would turn out to be the mate of a bloodsucker.
“He’s Kind. Hope he works out though. I liked how he handled the wolf.” She wondered briefly why she stayed continually wet around him. It didn’t matter. Like the customers, staff was off limits. Tres didn’t tell Holly about the incident in the hallway and that bothered her. She told Hol everything. The rush of energy that zapped her when their fingers touched still tingled between her legs. Lust, that’s all it was, or carpet shock.
“Since when did you become an elitist? We’re felines too, you know.”
“Those cats are crazy as hell with their mixed-up blood. I don’t need that shit in my life again. I want to keep this job. I’m tired of hopping around.”
“Then you won’t mind if I make a play for him?”
Tres didn’t expect Hol to ask that question. She hesitated, which spoke volumes to both of them. Normally she would have said go for it, immediately. What the fuck was her problem tonight? She needed to get herself together real fast.
“Suit yourself.”
“Alrighty then. I’ll check on the cleanup crew out front and I’m out of here. See if the new guy wants to play alley cat tonight.”
“Okay, see you tomorrow night.”
She flipped through the correspondence on her desk and pulled out what needed immediate attention. She had to write a note to corporate about her new guard. He’ll be Holly’s new guard after tonight.
Tres loved to watch Hol perform and she thought about her with the lion. A hard knot formed in her stomach.
She wouldn’t like that at all. Shit.
Chapter Four
Hours later Tres still sat at her desk. The paperwork done, she’d checked the front to make sure the club was in order for the next day. But she couldn’t leave. She hoped he would come back. The mystery vamp. Hell, the mystery of it was probably what attracted her. She told herself it would be different if she knew him.
She made her way around to the other side of the club and looked down the long hallway. She’d never performed but she wondered what it would be like to have someone watch her. Watch his cock slide in and out of her pussy. See him slip into her mouth. Shit, this has got to stop.
“Why should you stop? If it’s what you want, do it.”
Her head turned at the sound of the voice behind her. She had only heard him in the throes of passion so she didn’t pick up on it right away. Him. Definitely a vamp and he was a master to have read her so easily. And to control his scent so effectively.
She knew he hid behind a glamour. Why didn’t he let her see him? Maybe he was scarred. At this point, she knew it wouldn’t deter her or change what she felt this very moment.
“What do you want?”
“You.”
“Why?”
“Because I do. I want to feel your lips around my cock. Isn’t that what you wanted?”
Tres couldn’t move. He was right. She could taste him already. Her tongue darted over her lips. She found herself wet again. The warm moisture sat at the entrance of her
vagina. Waiting for a reason to slide down. How does he make me want him so much? Tres wanted to wrap her lips around his cock.
He moved behind her and ran his hands down her back. She felt him cup her ass. His fingers feathered their way up and brushed the sides of her breasts. He caressed her shoulders. When his mouth lowered to the pulse of her neck, she was lost. The feeling of his tongue as it swirled over the same spot he’d fed from earlier opened the floodgates.
She heard a loud, deep sigh echo through the hallway and realized it came from her. He’d found her pebbled nipples and his fingers squeezed them hard. He tugged them into painful points that made her knees weak. His erection moved up and down her back and rubbed against her.
Tres’ eyes were closed tight and the mental picture of his engorged shaft in her mouth made her gasp. She could feel it pump in and out so deep it took her breath. Her legs collapsed at the thought of her tongue teasing across the broad head of his cock. But she never fell.
The vampyre’s hands were filled with her full breasts, and he held her pressed against his body. His thumb and finger rubbed and pinched the enflamed peaks until they were as hard as marbles.
He picked her up and headed for one of the performance rooms. They were larger to accommodate the small orgies that often took place on this side of the mirror. Some of them had beds and a few of them contained equipment for BDSM.
“No, please,” she panted.
“Yes, say yes. It can be so good. Don’t worry—no one will watch you.”
She knew he was right. And she did want him. She was here because she hoped he would come back. Did it matter what side of the club he took her to? They were completely alone.
“Yes,” she whispered through lips that already felt bruised.
* * * * *
He used his mind to open the door. Case didn’t dare put her down. She might run away. He could use an enthrallment, but that wouldn’t be fun. He wanted her there, all of her. Mind and body. He wanted her soul given freely and with abandon. The glamour was only so she wouldn’t know it was him.
He felt Tres jump in his arms at the sound of the door as it clicked open but she kept her face pressed to his chest. He knew she could smell his arousal. The scent he released belonged to his vampyre. He read her mind, she wanted him to turn on a light, but he didn’t. Her sharp vision allowed her to see more than most but he knew in her human form she was at a disadvantage.
Case couldn’t wait to feel her skin against his. He used his powers to remove their clothes. It shocked him that he still held her. He didn’t want to put her down. She was so small cradled against his chest. And she smelled so damned delicious. He just…held her.
“I want you,” he told her.
“I am yours.”
The darkness still resided there, but the fear he touched in her mind when she said those three words disappeared quickly. His erection bobbed against her ass while he cradled her in his arms. Her body was so hot it felt as though fire brushed his cock. He savored the vision of his penis in her mouth.
He sat her softly on the bed when he couldn’t stand it anymore. He needed to feel her lips around him. He held his cock and stroked it. He wanted her to see it, smell it. For now he had to keep his lion’s scent at bay, but he would change her mind about warm cats. He worked himself to his full length, until a drop of cum appeared and glistened at the tip of his shaft.
“Take it, baby. Taste it.”
He moved into her mind and rooted out every thought and feeling she possessed. He would give her exactly what she wanted.
She flicked her tongue across the head and captured the drop of essence there and he knew it drove her crazy. She liked the taste of him. Her tongue wrapped around his thickness and pulled it further into her mouth. Her small hand held his cock so she had control of how deep he went. She didn’t think she could take it all as her lips pulled him in. He hissed as he watched her head begin to move back and forth. More and more of him disappeared down her throat with long, slow jabs.
“You can take it all, I know you can.” Case shoved deeper to see how much she could handle. He wanted to feel her lips kiss his balls. She took a lot. “Suck it harder.” He began a slow drive in and out. He verged on coming already.
Her mouth consumed him. She tightened her jaw around his cock each time he pulled out. She took more of him each time he pressed in. He could smell the juices dripping from her canal as it clenched on itself with each plunge of him through her lips. He groaned in surprise when she used her tongue to push him out. Tres grasped his balls in her teeth and laved them with her tongue. She pulled one then the other into her warm, moist mouth. It was sweet pain.
Her breath came in short gasps and Case knew she was close to orgasm. He watched her rub her pussy on the sheets to create more friction against her clit. The taste of him, the feel of him fucking her mouth made her come. He never touched her pussy, but liquid overflowed. Mewling sounds escaped her as she continued to suck and lick until he went crazy.
“Anybody who watched you, baby, would come in seconds. It feels good fucking your mouth. Damn, it’s hot and tight in there.” Case was ready to spurt his cum down her throat, but he wanted more. He pulled his hard length out of her mouth.
He reached down and grabbed her by the hips. He lifted her right onto his weeping erection. He slid into her so easy, he grunted. “Oh yeah, your pussy’s wet. Ride it. That’s what you wanted, right? Go ahead, ride it, baby.” He buried his shaft to the hilt in her channel.
Tres wrapped her legs around his waist and encircled his neck with her arms. Case took her for the ride of her life. With bent knees, he bounced and thrust in and out of her canal like a piston. His hard, fast rhythm propelled her toward another pinnacle of release. Feeling her sheath convulse around him made it almost impossible for him not to come.
He wanted to slow down. But Case couldn’t stop. She took him so deep and compressed her muscles around him. He wanted to go on forever like this. He thought he’d be able to taste her sweetness, but his cock had other ideas. It kept her honey-blonde pussy all to itself. It refused to let her go. She was ready to come again and he wanted to feel it wash over him.
“Come, come for me, baby. Now.”
“Yes.” Passion laced her voice and he knew she was ready to give him everything. Each onslaught he delivered, she met with one of her own, plunging down hard on his cock.
“You’re so sweet. I’ll never get enough of you, never.” Case knew those words were true. He wanted this woman like he wanted no other in the world. She’d stolen a piece of him and he didn’t want it back. “You’re mine,” he said as he pounded her pussy. He needed her to hear the words, to know they were true.
“OH GOD, YES!” Tres yelled. Case felt her storm gather, and with force, it battered its way out of her body. Her juices flowed and were met by his.
“Yeah. Let it go. I want it all.” He started to spurt a hot stream of cum into her. He didn’t want it to stop. And he thought it wouldn’t. He came forever, buried in her pussy.
Being in her mind, he felt it all as she did. He wished she could share the experience exactly as he had.
Suddenly a word flashed through Case’s mind.
Draga. The flame of his life.
What am I thinking? He didn’t want a mate.
This couldn’t be happening. He would have to tell her who he was.
Even worse—convince her he didn’t have fleas.
Aww hell. My true mate has green fucking hair. Christ!
* * * * *
Mate. That was the reason for the connection he felt earlier. Case had to be sure so he waited for her in the parking lot of his club. When he saw Tres come out, he forgot everything he meant to find out.
He wanted to know her better.
When Tres noticed him lounging against the wall outside, she took her time with the door locks. After she set the alarm she turned to face him. Her lips drawn in a tight line told Case he better say something fast.
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p; “Hey, just wanted to make sure you were okay,” he said.
“Why wouldn’t I be?”
“You took quite a tumble in the hall.”
“As I remember it, I was knocked down.” She glared straight at him.
“I’m sorry about that. Anyway, just wanted to make sure everything was all right.” Case looked down at his shoes. He’d never had the problem before of not knowing what to say in any situation. Christ, this was bad.
“How do you get home, I don’t see a car?”
“Case, what do you want?” She’d gone on the defensive. This wasn’t going as he planned. He didn’t even know why he was standing in the parking lot having a discussion with her. Let it go. But he couldn’t.
He slipped into her mind. Tres was tired. She’d had a long day and he, the vampyre half of him, was part of the problem. He’d worn her out. Hell, he’d finger-fucked her earlier today and tonight he demanded even more and got it. Thinking about it hardened his cock. She didn’t have the advantage he did of dematerializing and ending up wherever she wanted to be. Case wished he could take Tres home, put her to bed, and just hold her. But the being he presented to her smelled like a lion. And Tres hated warm cats as she called them.
“Come on, I’ll walk with you.” He wouldn’t let her go alone.
“I don’t live far and I usually cut through the woods over there.” She pointed to the copse of trees off to the left of the club. Her voice softened a little. “Thanks, but I’ll be fine.” Tres hurried away from him.
He stood and watched as she disappeared into the tree line. Case didn’t see her change but he heard the snow leopard yowl. Her cat was on the hunt. His own beast raged inside him. He prowled and tore at Case’s insides for release.
Case had managed to stay unmated for hundreds of years. What was it about this woman? His beast felt drawn too. It pulled at him to follow her into the wooded area. Calming his cat had never been this much of a problem.
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