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  “You like that, don’t you?”

  He finger-fucked her until she gulped air through her open lips. Her body bucked up and down on his hand and Case continued to swirl his thumb over her nub. The liquid from her pussy ran through his fingers. Her scent drove him nuts.

  Her nipples came to life in his other hand. They were like stones between his fingers. He plucked them until she growled. He pulled them more and her head fell back onto his chest. Case had her delirious with want.

  His fingers in her pussy never let up. He penetrated her tightness and caressed the inside of her sheath. She mewled and he urged her body lower in his hand. Her sweet aroma flowed around the room.

  She watched and wondered why she took these jobs. Tres knew what they did to her. Hours were spent in rooms like this all around the world. Watching. She pleasured herself sometimes, but usually she watched. Always feeling lonely, Tres wanted to connect with someone on the same level those on the other side of the glass did. They gave themselves, no holds barred. Whatever brought them happiness, they did it with abandon. Tres had never been on the other side of the mirror.

  The couple behind the mirror liked fellatio. The woman, naked and on her knees, worshipped at the hard cock in front of her. She licked, sucked and masturbated the man’s length until he crammed it between her lips and buried it deep in her mouth. He pumped in and out furiously. His partner took it all, and there was a lot of it. Her long dark hair bounced on her shoulders as he fucked her mouth.

  Tres inhaled sharply in shock. Someone grabbed her hands and pulled them up. He placed them above her, palms flat on the glass. Before she could emit a protest, she felt the large erection in the small of her back. She moaned and pressed her body into his. He released her hands but they remained stuck to the glass. Her very perceptive cat felt no threat as it purred inside her. Her thought of protest slipped through her lips on a whimper.

  Each room had an emergency button. Some customers felt better when they knew there was a way out. If it was used, the room would be overrun with security. She should stop this. Tres didn’t know the person behind her. She only knew how good it felt with his hardness pressed into her back. She was so wet and her only thought was of coming.

  Her hands stayed locked where they were.

  He belonged here with her… Where the hell did that come from? This had never happened to her. Tres got caught up in the moment. Her lust overrode any rational thought. Hell, she got caught up in the big cock surging against her body, and the fact Tres didn’t know who it was only heightened her excitement. It had been too long since she felt something so wonderful.

  It wasn’t too late to stop, but she didn’t want to.

  Tres groaned more when cool air brushed her naked breasts. He rolled her hard peaks between the thumb and finger of one hand while the other whispered over her stomach.

  He reached the top of her pants and she had to fight not to help him unbutton them. Before she knew it, his hand slipped inside and found her pussy. His fingers roved through the folds and slid into her. Her legs opened wider so he could go even deeper.

  She stood on her toes and arched her butt into him and strained to feel his cock along the crease of her ass. The way he covered her small frame so completely told her he had to be big. That’s all Tres could tell about him. No, she knew his penis was huge and hard as a rock as it dug into her. She wanted to feel it in her pussy. He made her convulse with desire and need. Need for more. She rocked on his hand and forced it hard against her labia. Tres ground on it until she couldn’t stand it anymore. Her clit was swollen and she was ready to burst.

  “God, please, more,” she moaned.

  “Watch, baby, watch her take him in her mouth. See her lips stretch over his cock. Look how her sweet mouth sucks him. She’s good. You like watching her?”

  On the other side of the glass, the woman’s head bobbed up and down as she took the man’s whole penis into her mouth. Nipples stood in hard peaks as her breasts jiggled from the motion of her body.

  “Yes, yessss. I need more. Hard.”

  “I want you to suck my cock. Will you do for me what she’s doing to him?”

  “Yes, anything,” she whispered.

  The cock pressed into her back grew bigger. The thought of it in her mouth caused a storm to gather, ready to slam through her body. Tres saw the woman’s mouth work the man’s erection. She swallowed the thickness over and over. The ecstasy on her face unmistakable. She wanted him to come in her mouth. Tres’ body shuddered in yearning as her own tongue darted across her lips imagining the taste of the man behind her.

  “Come for me first. I’ll give you whatever you want.”

  Tres’ knees buckled as she rode the stranger’s hand with fervor. Her pussy squeezed his fingers and drew them further inside. His thumb attacked her clit. He pulled everything from deep in her soul. But Tres wanted more, so much more.

  “I want more. Please,” she pleaded.

  He didn’t intend to climax with her. Case prided himself on being the master of control. But this woman made him pulse with desire. Her smell sent him over the edge faster than he’d ever gone before. He would come in his pants in a minute, and he didn’t care. He only cared about giving her the release she so badly craved. And he wanted to taste her life spark. What made her different? He didn’t understand this at all.

  “I’m going to make you come so hard, baby. Look. He’s going to come in her mouth. Watch.”

  The woman had grasped her partner’s hips and she’d set a frenetic pace he was hard-pressed to keep up with. The man’s long cock disappeared back and forth between her lips. He used the hand he had at the back of her head to press the woman’s mouth further around his cock each time he jabbed through her lips. His head was thrown back and his mouth was held in a grimace. He was ready to come.

  “Christ.” Case moved his mouth to Tres’ neck and he savored the taste of her musky secretions. He swirled his tongue over her pulse. He would taste only a little of her. He let his fangs drop and he nibbled her neck lightly. He let her feel their sharp points.

  “Damn, she’s taking all of his big cock.” On the other side of the glass the man grasped a handful of his partner’s hair. He pulled out of her mouth enough for them to see him release a stream of cum. “Oh shit,” Case groaned.

  He bit into her neck and felt her stiffen. He heard the primitive moan escape her lips. Not in pain. Tres was coming. She continued to watch the couple on the other side of the glass. The woman licked her lips with relish as the man stroked his own cock and milked it dry.

  Oh, the sweetness of Tres. Case sucked at her blood. With each pull he felt her release more juices into his waiting hand. It flowed through his fingers and wet the crotch of her leather pants.

  He finished and licked the pinpricks with his healing saliva. He never did this, “take the blood” of one he barely knew. But he was already thinking about the next time. For now, he would have to let her go. God, I don’t want to leave her!

  “You’re so good, baby. So good. You’re mine. No one can ever touch you again,” Case told her as he moved his fingers one last time through the swollen lips that covered her wet pussy.

  He couldn’t believe what he’d said. He had lost his fucking mind. He only knew if anyone touched her like this, he would kill them. He needed to get out of there fast before he lost control. If his scent mask slipped, she’d know him and he didn’t want her to. Not yet. He needed to understand what the hell was happening to him. And if he didn’t hurry and leave, he was going to come all over himself.

  He stepped away from her and whispered, “Mine,” in her ear. Case disappeared in a quiet flash to Alek’s guest bungalow. He had to get himself together.

  He stood alone in the middle of the room.

  “What the fuck did I do?” The sound of his voice drifted through the empty air.

  Case knew he needed to get back to his club. After Alek left, he’d ordered a fresh drink which probably still sat untouched on
the table he had occupied. He didn’t want her to wonder why he disappeared, and he still hadn’t introduced himself to her as planned. And now he would have to keep an eye on her to make sure she didn’t make any of the other male customers hard. He already thought of her as his. Shit.

  He materialized silently into her office but stayed invisible in case she was there. Although he doubted she’d be working. She liked to play around in the private rooms. He’d let it slide this time since he’d been the toy. But how the hell did she plan to do her job? And she used space that could be paid for. As he moved down the hallway, he smelled her. She hadn’t left the watchers’ room yet. He passed the guard in vampyre speed and took up residence at the same table.

  Case heard a commotion at the end of the bar. A wolf shifter was acting like an ass. He wanted to see how it would be handled. He waited for the appearance of his errant manager and hoped he wouldn’t have to intervene. There was only one guard on duty. He thought maybe this could present an unexpected opportunity. He moved across the room and took a seat closer to the action.

  * * * * *

  “What the hell?” Tres’ knees buckled and she landed in a chair, glad it broke her fall. She had never come so hard in her life. Who was he? Her only lucid thought—find him. Have him again. Yeah, and the underwear in her desk drawer—a good idea. “To hell with Mr. Eye Candy out front.” The guy in here was the one she wanted. Her voice echoed off the walls of the small room.

  Her fingertips moved to her neck. She had felt him bite at her pulse right before she exploded. Tres couldn’t believe how much she’d wanted to feel his fangs buried in her vein. And she didn’t even know who he was. She wouldn’t know him again either. Snow leopards were exceptional hunters but she couldn’t hunt what she couldn’t smell.

  For the first time in years, Tres felt more than a passing attraction. It scared her. Tired of running, she convinced herself she’d be safe as long as there was no name or face to put on the body she wanted to feel again.

  Holly’s scent preceded her soft knock at the door.

  “I’ll be right out, Hol.”

  “You better hurry, there’s trouble up front.

  “Shit.”

  Chapter Three

  “Girl, you smell like a cat in heat,” Holly said as she followed Tres to the main room.

  “I’ll tell you about it later. What’s happening?”

  “Some wolf got his drawers in a bunch because the piece he arrived with went sniffing behind somebody else. She’s on the performer’s side and he wants to get back there.”

  “Okay then. Let’s see if we can get the cur out of here quietly. Watch my back.” Holly was a snow leopard too, and though they were solitary hunters, the two of them worked well together. Getting out of tight situations came easily to their smaller, wily cats.

  “No need to even ask.” They both approached the end of the bar.

  “Sir, can I help you?” Tres was calm as she watched the wolf’s eyes. Dogs, and that’s what wolves were, tended to give away any advantage in a fight with their eyes.

  “I want to go back there and get my girl.”

  “Well now, if she left you, maybe she doesn’t want to be your girl anymore. Finish your drink and call it a night.”

  “I’m not leaving without her.” He stood and Tres could see his claws begin to protrude.

  “Yeah, you’re leaving. It can be easy or hard. Your choice.” Shit, he’s going to pick hard, I can smell it. She knew there were humans in the club so no way would she let the mangy mutt shift. He topped her by about a foot in height. She needed to be quick and tough.

  Her thought about this job being a piece of cake flew out the window. It didn’t matter, everywhere she’d been was the same. And it boiled down to one problem. Possessive and jealous creatures. Sex or species had nothing to do with it. Male or female, someone always wanted to control somebody.

  Why did they show up wherever she worked?

  Tres grabbed the creature by the throat and hid her claws as much as possible. She dug them in just enough to cut off his air supply. She gripped tightly and moved him toward the exit. She spoke with force and remained calm to keep the animal part of him at bay.

  “I don’t know who your girl is, but when she comes home, keep her under the porch. Don’t let her come back here. You probably shouldn’t come back either. It wouldn’t be good for your health.”

  She didn’t see the chair sticking out as she backed up. Tres tripped over the leg and went down and the wolf shifter landed heavily on top of her with a thud.

  Oh hell, this is it, I’m dead.

  Before Tres could budge, she felt the weight of the man pulled from her. She stood quickly and watched as Alek’s Kind friend held the beast in the air while his feet dangled two feet off the floor. The smell of Kind lion was so thick in the room she could taste it. His red swirling vamp’s eyes told the wolf all he should need to know. At least she hoped the dog read his eyes like she did. “Get out or die” was written all over his face. A shock wave of pleasure dived right between Tres’ thighs. What the hell?

  “I don’t think the lady made herself clear. You are leaving, friend. And don’t come back. You got that?” He dropped the shifter to his feet hard.

  The wolf nodded and Tres watched as he scurried to the door. If his tail was out, it would be between his legs. She turned to Alek’s friend.

  “Thanks, I didn’t see the chair. Could’ve been a nasty situation. My name’s Tres, I manage The Looking Glass.”

  She dusted her backside as she stared in the cat’s red eyes. Yeah, these dudes were real bastards. And in both forms they were vicious sons of bitches. Except for Alek, she steered clear of them. The one who stood in front of her should be banned from public places. Along with the smell of lion was the look of death. But he didn’t have the vile, putrid stench of a transgressor, cats addicted to human blood and emotions. The blood of their victims would be drained while the transgressors were in their vamp forms. They then became trapped in their beast until they gorged on the flesh.

  Kind eyes were always variations of emerald green, and his were now back to the normal color of raw emerald, not too dark. They went well with the ashy-colored hair which, punctuated by the much darker brows, looked even lighter close up. The chiseled planes of his face bordered on being gaunt, his straight nose complemented by high, hard cheekbones.

  All of this came together to give him the look of one of those mysterious male models who graced the cover of romance books around the world. The ones you never really did see walking down the street. And his full lips—I got a place for them. This cat could be real trouble. He was definitely a lion, and if he lived there, he’d be king of the jungle.

  She got wet and for the life of her, she couldn’t figure out why. She reminded herself of all the reasons she shouldn’t be. Even now, she smelled the lion in him. As he stood this close, she saw she’d been right about the ripped body too, all sinewy muscle. Damn, his cock was hard and it bulged at the front of his pants, beckoning to her. She had to fight not to reach out and touch it.

  “I’m Case. Glad I could help.”

  “Looking for a job?” You can help me anytime with that hard-on. Shit, what was she thinking? “One of my guards left suddenly, leaving me in a spot.” She figured his answer would be no. But maybe she’d get lucky. He might have hit bad times or something. Tres doubted this as she considered the suit. If he was friends with Alek, most likely he was part of the Reign, and they took care of their own.

  “Sure. I’m new in town. Alek can vouch I’m okay. We go way back.”

  “Like I said, I’m in a spot right now. I’ll take your word for it.”

  Tres was soaked. If her pants weren’t already wet from the vamp, they would be now. What the hell’s wrong with me? She was usually so composed. The night was young and she’d spent the better part of it drenched in her own carnal juices.

  “When do I start?”

  “Now. You can use a room in t
he back to…uhh…whisk on proper clothes. Black shirt and slacks are all you require. No leather.” She knew Kind, like vamps, could pull clothes out of thin air.

  “You wear leather.”

  “I’m the boss. You’re not the cocky type are you?”

  “No,” Case said. “I only wondered. I prefer slacks, no problem here.”

  “Good. The guard at the door can fill you in on how we operate around here. Mainly, keep your eyes and ears open for trouble. Stop it before it starts if you can, and keep your hands to yourself. No use of the private rooms unless you’re on break, and you pay. Got it?”

  “Yes, ma’am.”

  “And don’t be a smart ass. You can call me Tres.”

  “Okay, Tres.”

  * * * * *

  Oh baby. Yes, I’m cocky and hard. And I’ll be inside of you the very next chance I get.

  He was right about the opportunity. It had fallen in his lap. Enforcement everywhere had become a lot harder because the creatures humans believed only existed in dreams were on the rise. Shifters in every form, cats, wolves and demons all vied for a place in the world.

  The humans who sat in his club didn’t know they rubbed shoulders with the boogeyman or that they were under Kind protection. In fact, their hunters probably killed more of his people than anyone else. Whether lion, tiger or panther, many cats preferred their natural state and it made them an easy target. Killing a cat was only a matter of a bullet placed in any vital organ and death followed quickly.

  And Alek was right. If he’d named the club Lion’s Cave, the wolf would have never pulled any shit. He’d have known he would be on his back in no time flat with the red glare of a big vampyre cat beating down on his ass.

  He watched his manager head toward the office.

  She exuded sex and her desire assailed Case’s nostrils. The fangs he kept hidden threatened to show themselves. His mouth remembered how good she tasted. His hands itched to get in her pants again. He couldn’t have planned this better himself.