Big Bad Bite (35 page)

It was frustrating just how dangerously
little she knew about the
Others
species. She only knew bare
boned facts it seemed. “And they’re that way because they’re born
from a hell bound demon raping a witch, right?”

Adam nodded in agreeance. “Exactly. That’s
why there are so few of them in numbers compared to us. Most
witches are able to defend themselves from hell bound demon
attacks, so it doesn’t happen that often. Not to mention that since
it is so dangerous to try and sire a vampire by turning a human,
well, they rarely do that, as well. The only plus they’ve got is
that they can produce children, just like any
Others
species, but their fertility rates are so low that it’s often
considered a miracle when it does happen.”

The vampire’s pleasured shout caught their
attention, and stopped the conversation as Jenna couldn’t help but
watch the male vampire hold the female’s head tightly against his
groin while he gave her final, short, erratic thrusts and emptied
himself into her mouth. She was so caught up in the sight that she
missed her brother’s return to the group. When she was smacked on
the back of her head, it startled her so badly that she almost used
her powers to try and throw the culprit’s body away from her, but
stopped when she saw it was Logan.

He smiled a teasing grin, “Perve.”

Rolling her eyes, she watched Logan lean over
and say something low to their Uncle before something in the hall
caught her eye again. The brunette came out of the bathroom
dragging the terrified looking blonde with red rimmed and bloodshot
eyes. It was clear with the appearance of their “club attire” that
the blonde woman was in some short of distress, clearly not caring
about her clothes, or the state of her hair for that matter. The
poor thing looked as if she could use a trip to the spa with an
extended day pass. She was pretty much in the blah spectrum of her
color wheel. Her tan blouse was rumpled across her chest area as if
someone had grabbed her and was trying to shake some sense into her
frightened mind. Her jeans had seen better days; at least ripped
was in style again. Ballet flats adorned her pale feet, and her
dull blonde hair was now in a messy bun. The brunette was dressed
to kill in a form fitting white leather skirt and a turquoise off
the shoulder silk shirt. Her stilettos were midnight black and gave
her those five extra inches every short woman wants. The chick
looked like not a hair was out of place on her pretty little head.
Clearly, she was the stronger of the two, not just in taste of
clothes, but of mind. Whatever was bothering the blonde had no
effect on the brunette.

They headed for the elevator, and just before
they reached Jenna’s group of chairs, Uncle Owen and Logan got up
and headed towards the elevator in front of the two women. When
Jenna moved to follow them, Adam’s arms clamped around her waist,
and Alec shook his head in an almost imperceptible ‘no’ as he
started fiddling with a watch Jenna hadn’t noticed him ever wearing
before.

Her two relatives stood there with the two
women, waiting for the elevator, and when the doors slid open Logan
gave a gentlemanly wave for the two women to precede them into the
car.

“
Will you walk into my parlor?”Said the
Spider to the Fly.

Chapter Sixteen

By the time Jenna, Adam, and Alec headed up
to the eighth floor, she was ready to pull her hair out in boredom.
Perhaps a tad bit of anxiety too. They’d spent the last two hours
idly moving from spot to another on the seventh floor hoping to
hear anything about the Corvus’ Pack. They’d had shit luck in the
matter since not a peep was spoken, while on the floor above them,
she knew her Uncle and brother were following their only lead so
far.

Now, as they headed up to join the others so
that Alec could fight, her body was humming with adrenaline. She
bounced on her toes, readying for action. Clenching and unclenching
her hands at her sides. Her head rolled from shoulder to shoulder,
just trying to loosen up a little. Something needed to happen.
Hell, anything besides sitting around and watching vampires, demons
and shifters practically have sex with each other while in open
view of those less engaged around them. She was in the midst of an
orgy. Okay, so maybe her body was humming with something a bit more
than adrenaline. Perhaps she was a bit of a voyeur. Because the sad
truth was, that after she’d watched numerous couples touching,
kissing, licking, biting in some cases, and going at it like the
half animals they might be, she was so horny that there was a solid
chance that if she didn’t find someone to knock the hell out of
then she was going to tackle Adam to the closest surface and ride
him like a cowgirl on crack.

Since the odds that her brother and/or her
Uncle might be in view of said future tackle, she was seriously
hoping she found somebody to beat bloody to alleviate a fraction of
the energy that was radiating through every cell in her body. Her
wolf felt like she was pacing inside her skin, and she was putting
off enough pheromones that the scent of her lust overpowered the
elevator car after the doors slid shut. Alec was standing as close
to the doors as he physically could without actually touching them
in an attempt to get away from the effect her scent was causing
him, and Adam slid over to stand directly in front of where she
leaned nine feet away from Alec, against the back of the
elevator.

Alec’s hoarse voice rumbled, “Man, you’ve got
to do something about that. You let her stay like that up here on
the fight floor, and there’s going to be a fucking riot.”

Jenna’s head snapped up at Alec’s implied
need for a solution just as the car slid to a stop. Alec stepped
out the second he could squeeze through the still-opening doors,
while Adam grabbed her by the hand and pulled her along behind him.
Every male they passed turned to look at them once they caught
Jenna’s scent and half the women made a point to send inviting
looks their way, as well. A few of the men started to approach,
their menacing body mannerisms screaming aggression and lust. When
Jenna wasn’t moving along as fast as Adam wanted her to he whipped
around, picked her up, threw her over his shoulder in a fireman’s
carry, and zipped through the crowd using his preternatural speed.
One second it felt as if they were moving at a hundred miles per
hour, and the next they were stopped. It wasn’t in an isolated area
though. Bodies still surrounded them, so she didn’t understand what
Adam was doing. Then she heard the growl, and it wasn’t Adam’s.

Placing her hands on his back, she pushed her
body up so that she could turn her head and peek over his shoulder.
The sight that met her eyes was enough to make her mouth go dry in
worry and accelerate her heartbeat. He stood about seven feet tall,
wild brown hair down to his shoulders, eyes so dark they looked
black and a scar in the shape of four claw marks that ran down the
side of his face and neck. His scent said shifter, but it was like
none she’d ever smelled before, which was grim news. There was only
one kind of shifter she’d yet to come across, bear. His build was
burly, perfectly showcased by the skin tight tank top he wore. That
was about all she could see of the man since she was having to
twist like a pretzel to look over Adam’s shoulder, but she’d seen
enough to know that they had a serious problem. The bear growled
again while looking at Jenna’s ass, licking his canines and lips as
if she was a piece of high end steak. Shit.

Adam snarled, “Move your ass, Yogi.”

“I’m right where I want to be, little puppy.
Give me the female and I’ll go away.”

“The woman is my mate, and I’ll hand her over
just as soon as you can pry her from my cold dead hands.”

The bears smile turned wicked, “She doesn’t
wear your Mark, so I’d say that can be arranged.”

Jenna’s breath froze in her chest. The bear
lunged towards Adam, and she tensed her body in preparation of a
dismount off of Adam’s shoulder. The dismount never came. His left
arm stayed clamped just under her ass, over the backs of her
thighs, pinning her to his body. His right arm shot out to snag the
much larger bear by his throat, stopping his forward advancement
towards them and lifting him clear off his feet. The bear dangled
in the air as Adam squeezed so hard on his windpipe that the bear’s
face turned a decidedly unattractive shade of purple. After shaking
him like a ragdoll for a second, Adam then threw ‘Yogi’ damn near
twenty feet into the crowd. The flying bear’s arms waved around
like windmills searching for something to grab on to stop his
momentum, but he didn’t find it until he collided with several
bystanders, causing the bunch to crash into the wall before landing
in a heap on the floor.

The club went silent. Everyone was looking
back and forth between the now unconscious bear shifter and Adam.
Without bothering to resume his preternatural speed, he sauntered
past the prone bear as if the man were nothing but a nuisance, to
the hallway leading to the eighth floor restrooms. The hallway was
dark with only two or three low lights to illuminate it but that
made it easy for her to spot the red neon ‘EXIT’ sign at the end,
which she was guessing led to the stairs that would run the length
of the building. Suddenly Adam turned and shoved the men’s door
open, causing her to lose her grip on his back and fall back down
to lay against his back. The Asian looking demon she could see in
her upside down view from Adam’s side was in the process of taking
a piss, but took one look at Adam, stopped his flow, fixed his
zipper, and rushed out of the bathroom like his life depended on
it.

In Adam’s state of mood, it was the right
assumption to make because his life probably had depended on the
quick departure.

The millisecond the demon cleared the door
Adam slammed it shut, locked it, and had Jenna pinned against it
with his hips wedged between her thighs. His lips slammed down on
hers and she was lost. His wasn’t just kissing her; he was drawing
the breath from her body with his intensity. There would be no
gentle touches this time. No slow build up. No careful handling. No
second questions on whether he was going too far, too fast for his
poor inexperienced woman to handle. His hunger was only magnified
by her own, and since Jenna was damn near desperate to get a hold
of his cock so that she could guide it inside of her, making him
slam it home, you could say that Adam was frantic to give her what
she wanted. It was needless to say that they were barely keeping
the other from shredding their clothes beyond repair.

Jenna snuck a hand down and managed to get
his two top buttons undone on his jeans before he grabbed both of
her hands and held them immobile in one of his above her head
against the door. That fire of urgency inside of her was throbbing
now. Building. Causing the world around her to go hazy in a fog of
desire until all she knew was that she needed Adam moving inside of
her like she needed air. Her desperate gasps against his lips
surely had to be proof of her distress. She tightened the grip of
her thighs against his waist for more stability. His other hand
grabbed the back of her neck, angling her head so that he could
plunge his tongue deeper into her mouth. He thrust his jean covered
cock against her mound, causing her to groan in eagerness against
his lips. Then he started to drag that hand from the back of her
neck down until it settled over her breast, cupping his fingers
around the fleshy mound as his thumb drew circles around the hard
nub of her nipple before pinching it sharply. She jerked back at
the sensation and banged harshly against the door behind her, but
didn’t feel a thing.

The next thing she knew, that devious hand of
his was on the move again. Skimming over her rib cage, her hipbone,
upper thigh, until it was pushing up what little bit of fabric her
skirt had, shoving it clear up to her stomach. Then the panel of
stretchy fabric that belonged to her thong was shoved to the side
as his rough fingers dipped inside her. He swirled his fingers in
her juices before pumping them like a piston inside of her. Quickly
readying her for his possession.

She groaned in frustration. It wasn’t enough.
She needed more. It felt like hours before he pulled those fingers
out of her. It was probably more like seconds. One breath she was
empty, the next he freed the hands he’d been holding hostage above
her head so that he could drape both of her thighs over his arms,
and then he was filling her to the hilt as she cried out in relief.
Finally!

Jenna had no idea when he’d finished
unbuttoning his jeans, or even how he’d managed it, but she didn’t
care. The only thing that mattered was that he was plunging inside
of her, his hands gripping her bruisingly, and the tips of his
claws that had burst from his fingertips were pricking her skin,
but not hurting her. That small fact pierced the fog around her
consciousness, slipping through to highlights its importance. Even
when he was too far gone to care about anything else in the world,
he wouldn’t hurt her. Pounding into her, hips slapping against
hips, shared breaths sawing in and out of each other’s mouths as
they savagely kissed, licked, and nipped the other’s swollen lips
and plundered with their tongues.

She realized there was a loud banging sound
rapidly echoing in the room along with her breathy moans, but it
took her a few fevered moments to realize it was the door she was
being driven into with every plunge of his long, thick glistening
cock inside of her. The door was starting to sound so battered that
she distantly wondered if he’d drive them both right through it,
but the thought was a fleeting one since he dropped one of her
legs, allowing her toes to touch the floor as he slid his thumb
over her clit.

It was like a fuse being struck inside her
womb. Her back bowed, her eyes slid shut as lights started to dance
behind her lids, and her mouth hung open in a silent scream at the
wave of pleasure quickly building. She felt teeth scrape her
shoulder, which caused her muscles to clamp down on his invading
length in the slight fear that he would Mark her in a seedy club
bathroom. So she found the strength to open her eyes, making eye
contact with Adam before fisting one hand in the hair at the back
of his head, and pulled his mouth to her own. A sliver of guilt
wound through her at the knowledge that she once again thwarted his
attempts to solidify his claim of being her mate, but what girl
wanted to essentially get married in a dirty bathroom?