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The bikers had quickly pushed chairs and tables out of the way to give the men some space. She already knew the bar enjoyed the occasional drunken brawl but this was two powerful, mastyr vampires. Would there even be a bar left when they were done?
And the Elf Lords Hideaway was smallish by any standard.
Zane and Ely locked in combat. Zane pushed away and threw a punch, hitting Ely square in the jaw. He flew back into a couple of bar stools then launched himself at Zane, head down, while levitating. He struck Zane square in the chest.
Zane slammed against the bar wall. But these vampires were incredibly tough and Zane shoved Ely away but followed with three quick punches to Ely’s chin. His head snapped back each time.
Both men bared fangs.
The bikers cheered and shouted, keeping the men going.
Zane bit into Ely’s arm.
Ely roared, then popped a fist against Zane’s ear.
Zane flew back, his face red with rage and pain. He had blood on his mouth.
The men circled for a few seconds, which gave Olivia just enough time to come to her senses. What she felt emanating from both men was an absolute, irrational, battle-to-the-death mindset.
This wouldn’t be just a brawl; one of these two vampires would die tonight.
As the men started battling again, Olivia did the only thing she could think of. She shifted and began to race around the room, bounding from the top of one wall to the floor, and over again, waiting for the moment the men drew apart even a couple of feet.
When they did, and with just enough space between them, she launched herself at Zane’s chest, caught him hard and took him down to the floor on his back. She growled in his face and when he made a move to get up, she caught his throat in her teeth and pressed hard enough to break skin. At the same time, she shouted within his mind, Stop, Zane, and I mean now, or I’ll take a chunk out of your throat that will require hours to heal. She sank her teeth a little deeper for effect. Blood oozed.
“Let me go!” he shouted hoarsely, the words mangled because of her hold on his throat. “That bastard needs to die.” With each word, she bit down harder, his blood now flowing into her mouth.
Ease down, Mastyr. I’m not going anywhere.
Finally, he relaxed. But she wasn’t fool enough to trust him, at least not yet.
Talk to me, Zane. Come on.
What returned was a vampire growl. The man was still caught in his lizard-brain state, so she stayed exactly
where she was.
Just breathe, Zane, and I’ll talk. I love your body. Have I told you that? Maybe it’s a shifter thing, but when I look at you something happens inside me. I turn hot as hell and my veins flow as though on fire. I want your hands on me, but I can’t shift yet because you’re caught up in this thing. So let it go, then I’ll shift for you and you can feel my breasts, feel the wet warmth between my legs. Just think about it, focus on your cock penetrating me deeply, sinking into all that beautiful heat.
His breathing started to even out, but she held on. Too many of his muscles, especially his thighs, were rigid, waiting for a chance to respond if she let go of his throat.
Maybe average stuff would help. Do you like the way I look, Zane? I have blond hair and green eyes. My hair isn’t quite to my waist and has something of a wave. Mostly I wear it down, sometimes in a ponytail. Is it hard to keep your hair in that clasp of yours? I’ve often wondered. It looks specially made for you and your Guardsman. Did I tell you I love your hair? And there’s something else I’ve wondered for a long time: What do gremlin’s look like? Have you ever seen a forest gremlin? I’ve tried to locate a pic, but couldn’t find anything on the Realm Internet.
Finally, she felt his muscles relax.
Olivia?
Yes, Zane.
I think you can let me go now.
She wasn’t sure yet if she believed him. Are you going to attack Ely?
No. When he released a deep sigh and she felt his legs relax, she finally let go of his neck. But she didn’t get off of him. Instead, she shifted so that she lay on top of him, in the middle of the bar, on the floor.
She glanced at the puncture wounds on his throat. “Your neck is bleeding.”
He nodded. “I’m sure it is.”
