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He took him down his throat over and over, speeding his thrust with the wanton moans of his mate. It wasn't long before he felt Danny stiffen and hold his breath and knew the edge of his control was very near.
Parc controlled Danny's hips, and the man was fighting to thrust and thrust hard. Parc eased his grip and gave him permission to seek his satisfaction, and he did so with gusto thrusting deep and fast as Parc took it all and felt the moment that he hit and tumbled into release.
Stream after stream filled his mouth, and he swallowed greedily, taking it all as he continued to stroke Danny's sensitive cock until ultra-sensitive. It ended with a heartfelt sigh and Danny dropping back to lean against the wall behind him. Parc could feel his rapid heartbeat and heard his struggles to catch his breath.
“That . . . that was amazing.” He strained to say the words. Parc licked him clean and gradually let the now-softening cock slip from between his lips. He abruptly stood, taking Danny into his arms and kissing him quickly since the poor man had not, as yet, caught his breath.
"That is was." Parc purred into Danny's ear. "You taste like heaven, baby, and I want so much more." He dropped his head and began nuzzling Danny's neck and pressing his body against his. They didn't have the time for more right now, but he was going to enjoy himself with the time he had left.
Parc felt Danny responding as before, and Danny's hands were exploring Parc's bare chest and back, and one now dropped down to rub suggestively against Parc's leather-clad cock. "You're so hard." He panted out the words. "Let me help you with that." He added, but there was no time, and Danny's disappointment was palatable.
The alarm he set on his watch sounded, and Danny dropped his forehead against Parc's chest. "I'm so sorry; I was so selfish." He began apologizing for one of the best make-out sessions Parc had ever experienced.
"I am quite satisfied, my love. Getting you off was exquisite, and it is something I plan to repeat often." Parc kissed the top of his head. He loved the fact that his mate was so much shorter, and it gave him the opportunity to so easily kiss and cuddle him close.
Danny checked his watch. “I have to go.”
"I know." Parc smiled and quickly tucked Danny back into his pants and zipped and buckled him back in place. "There, good as new." He said, and Danny chuckled.
"Maybe, but I'll never be the same, that's for sure." Danny smiled and shook his head. "Next time, it's your turn."
"Next time, it will be our turn," Parc emphasized. He walked him out to his car and kissed him one last time before Danny got in and drove away. One hour was not enough, but it had to suffice for now.
Parc coached his wolf to calm down and tried to appease the raging desire for his mate. The need to keep them close was almost crippling, and he now completely understood why Cross, Ames, and the others had acted so stressed and out of sorts whenever they were separated from their mates.
Vic stood at the corner of the building watching as the bartender said goodbye to the young cop. What a pity he'd hoped to hook up with the handsome bartender, but apparently, he was already spoken for. The scene was unexpected, and he didn't know what to make of it, but he filed it away for later.
There was no law against them having a relationship, but it might look bad if shown in the right light. He wondered if the cop was aware that he was bedding a wolf shifter, the Beta of his Pack and a fierce predator.
He smiled and turned away, pleased to have a little blackmail information in his back pocket. His employers won't be happy that he blew his cover and was banned from Zephyr, but maybe the relationship info would help ease their disappointment.
Whatever, he would go to the Underground Lounge for the rest of the night and call in a code violation or something equally irritating. He had a job to do, and he needed to get back to it if he wanted to get paid.
Danny pulled away feeling better than ever, and he couldn't get the smile off his face. Parc Kingsley was turning out to be someone Danny did not want to lose. He was someone he could see himself with long term, and he'd never had a thought like that before. A bartender and part owner of a kinky leather bar was his knight and his dream.
It had been difficult walking away, so he'd have to plan his breaks with Parc a little more carefully. He said he was okay, and he looked sincere, but Danny felt bad for not reciprocating and giving him a taste of the amazing experience. Next time it was Parc's turn, and that was a promise.
He returned to the station with just a few minutes to spare but was back at his desk on time. He was still sporting a satisfied look on his face, so he tried to get his mind on the paperwork in front of him so no one would ask the awkward question about why he was so happy all the time. That thought almost made him laugh, so he changed his focus in earnest because he wasn’t sharing anything in regard to what was making him so happy.
Danny had managed to bury himself so well into the day's paperwork that he did not hear Sergeant Jeffers approaching his desk or notice the look of consternation he was wearing.
“Where did the name Victory Storm come from?” He snapped and stood in front of Danny’s desk with his arms crossed on his chest. Danny looked up from the report he was finishing and stared up at Sergeant Jeffers. It took him a second to gather his thoughts regarding the man he mentioned earlier.
“I heard it last night at the Zephyr.”
“From whom.” He repeated the question from earlier. “It wasn’t in any of your reports.”
"I only remembered it today, and I don't recall who said it, probably one of the customers. It was a strange name, so I just thought I'd ask you about it. I might have misheard; it probably means nothing." Danny played it off as not important, but it was obviously important enough to the Sergeant for him to bring it up in such a manner.
Danny was beginning to think there may be a coordinated effort to attack certain businesses on the strip, just as was suggested, but was Jeffers involved? He discarded the theory immediately, for the man was too much of a straight arrow. Jeffers stared at him again in that speculative way and then just turned and walked away.
He planned to discuss it with Parc later and possibly get more detail as to the suspicions surrounding Victory Storm. He was tempted to look him up, but his inquiry would be flagged, and he didn't want to get in the Sergeant's way on this. He decided to get more information from Parc and perhaps others at the Club before he moved on this any further.
CHAPTER FIVE
Parc returned to work and met Cross at the bar, who then signaled for him to follow. They went into the small kitchen that was accessed from behind the bar and which was closed for the night. It was a good place to have a private discussion and also be able to watch the floor.
"Victory Storm is the one calling in the complaints, just as suspected. My contact discovered his name associated with the first reports, and then he started calling anonymously but from the same phone." Cross told him. "I contacted Jacob at the Underground Lounge and Micah at Club Disconnect and sent them a picture of Vic and a rundown of what we know so far."
