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A tiny smile danced along the corner of her lips as she reached up and wound her arms around his neck. “That’ll do. For a start.”
Harlee watched in fascination at the way Annmarie held court with three men vying for her attention. Amazing. She had them all wrapped around her finger like puppets on a string.
Even Duncan, who managed to get rid of his two rivals. Clearly he felt something for Annmarie, lust if nothing else. Should she be annoyed that Annmarie was flirting with Duncan or that he was interested in her? As she watched the way he looked at Annmarie, she realized she felt no jealousy whatsoever. Then again, why should she? She had no feelings for either Duncan or Adrian. She was supposed to fuck both of them, not marry them.
And she intended to do neither, no matter what her body wanted.
“Come on,” Adrian said, startling her. He held out his hand for her.
“Where to?”
“Let’s move where we can see the two of them better. This should be fun to watch.”
She grinned, surprised he’d be the least bit interested in watching the interplay between Duncan and Annmarie. But she slipped her hand in his and allowed him to pull her toward the edge of the platform overlooking the dance floor. He moved her so that her back rested against his chest, a position that made giant butterflies flap their wings in her stomach. How was she supposed to watch the scene in front of her when the man behind her captured all her attention?
His scent was spicy, like something from the forest. Earthy, primal and arousing her own primitive instincts to take this man and make him her own.
She shook her head and tried to take a step forward, but his arm snaked around her middle and pulled her back against him.
“You aren’t going anywhere. Stay put and watch.”
How dare he tell her what to do? Stomping on his foot was her first thought, followed by a sharp jab in the ribs with her elbow, but she ended up doing neither. Not when it felt so damn good to be held by him. His body was warm…hot, actually, not at all like she’d expect a vampire’s to be. Then again, she was growing suspicious that she had this whole vampire/lycan thing wrong. Or at least the government did. They just weren’t the way the government portrayed them. And as for how she felt about Adrian, she simply wouldn’t analyze her strange physical reactions. Instead, she focused on Annmarie and Duncan dirty dancing.
Though dirty wasn’t really the right word to describe what they were doing on the dance floor. Erotic, eye-popping, lust-filled gyrating was how Harlee would describe it.
Duncan lifted one of Annmarie’s legs and held it as he pulled her closer, rocking his pelvis between her thighs. Annmarie hooked her leg around the back of Duncan’s thigh and rubbed her breasts against his chest.
The look he gave her took Harlee’s breath away. Primal, needy…hungry. He practically sneered at Annmarie, but Harlee didn’t read it as anger. It was purely and simply lust. And Annmarie had a dreamy expression on her face as she gazed intently at Duncan, desire clear in her eyes.
They weren’t talking, but they were communicating with their bodies as they undulated together. When Duncan lifted Annmarie so a leg hung on either side of his upper thigh, Harlee gasped and then held her breath, imagining the feel of Annmarie’s clit in contact with the hard muscle of Duncan’s thigh. Sparks shot between her legs as she visualized the touch of aroused skin against denim. Annmarie’s tiny little skirt rode up, exposing her hips. She wore no underwear.
Harlee really should be shocked at their behavior, but for the life of her all she could feel was an incessant, pounding ache between her legs. Her clit was a knot of needy nerve endings desperate for a touch, a lick, the flick of a finger—anything to release the pressure steadily building inside her. Had they drugged her, maybe something in the drinks? These feelings were so bizarre, so unlike her. Wild, primitive, making her think about doing things she’d never wanted to do before.
“Makes you hot watching them, doesn’t it?” Adrian asked, palming her hip and drawing her closer.
His erection pulsed with a life force that called to her, demanding she take notice. Not that she could have missed it. Part of her wanted to slide her hand behind her and palm his hard-on, test its length, its thickness, and caress it until he bent her over the railing in front of her and pounded his cock into her aching, needy pussy.
Annmarie and Duncan weren’t helping one bit either. Annmarie rode Duncan’s thigh as if she were impaled on his cock. Her nails dug into the bare flesh of his upper arms, her head tilted back as she gyrated against him. Duncan held her on his leg with one huge hand, squeezing her buttocks and letting her seek her pleasure. His jaw clenched tight, sweat dripping from his brow. His hard-on was huge and straining against his jeans. Harlee half expected him to unzip his pants and plunge it into Annmarie right there on the dance floor. Oh, hell, she hoped he would. She was dying to see it, needed to see it in a way she couldn’t explain.
“Answer me, Harlee.”
She didn’t want to. Or at least one half of her didn’t want to. The part of her that feared these unfamiliar sensations, this need to break free and go completely wild like Annmarie. It had to be drugs. She’d never felt like this before. This wasn’t her normal behavior at all.
Adrian rocked against her, pressing his cock against her ass. Heat seared her pussy. It wept its need for him, for his shaft. She bit down on her lip to keep from begging him to fuck her.
“You can’t hide from me,” he whispered, his breath sailing across her cheek. “I can smell you. You’re hot, aroused and desperate to come. I’ll bet if you were alone you’d run to the ladies room and fuck yourself, wouldn’t you, baby?”
Oh, God, how could he know how she felt? How could he have tapped into the need that poured from her when she’d tried her best to remain immune and completely still?
“A vampire’s senses are acute, Harlee. When you learn to bring out your own, you’ll know. We see more, feel more, can sense emotions and smell blood, fear, excitement and lust on another. Right now I can tell you how many times your heart beats in a minute. It’s faster than normal because you’re turned on watching Annmarie ride Duncan’s thigh. The tangy scent of your blood calls to me as one vampire calls to another. It’s inexplicable, yet as elemental to us as breathing is to humans.”
He slid one hand down her arm and over her hip, letting it rest there, kneading her flesh as he pumped his denim-clad shaft against her backside. Her legs trembled and she fought to still her rasping breaths.
“I can smell your pussy,” he continued, “that sweet, musky scent of aroused female that makes me want to draw your hair aside and sink my teeth into your neck.” He moved her hair away, his hot breath teasing the small curls at her nape. She could almost feel the soft touch of his tongue against her skin and shuddered, fighting the urge to beg him to press his lips against her throat, to bite her.
“Do you like to be bitten, Harlee? Maybe no one’s ever bitten you, but I’ll bet you wanted them to. And not just on your neck either. I’ll bet you’d like me to take a little taste of your inner thigh, wouldn’t you? Or even better, scrape my teeth against your clit until you scream and flood my face with your come.”
A moan escaped her lips. She couldn’t stand this. It wasn’t fair. Unaccustomed to being seduced, she could only hang there helpless, suspended on a rack of aching desperation, with Adrian her only rescue. She needed him. She didn’t want to, but dammit she needed him.
