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With the expensive brand the HP requested, she jacked up her brows and pivoted back to face him, her confidence restored. By shelling out that much money for one drink, most likely he merely sought to get in her panties. She’d oblige him and use him as cover until the real threat arrived. If the vampire didn’t show, maybe she’d take him up on the blatant offer promised by the sparks of heat from his hand, which had found the small of her back.
How had that thought seeped in? ‘Sex with regular humans only and no drinking from them.’ She’d made the pledge to herself when she decided to become a vampire to avenge her sister’s near death. But her fangs almost ached to taste him, to have the full satisfaction of taking essence while she orgasmed. Her thoughts skittered wildly, imagining her limbs tangled with his and his hot, thick HP blood on her tongue while she rode him to completion.
Stop!a voice screamed in her head.
She shut down the fantasy and sucked in a careful breath. What the hell. All her operative training had evaporated with his arrival, almost likehe’dmind controlledher.He must be a stronger psychic than she realized.
She was at this club for a reason.Stay on target. Time to turn the tables on this confident fuck.
The bartender placed two glasses on the granite surface, both with an amber liquid, sans ice or water. She bit her lip and picked up the glass. Since he well knew she wasn’t a normal human or he wouldn’t have been able to deflect her attempts to control his mind in the first place, she had no qualms about showing a little sharpened incisor. She lowered her lashes and darted her tongue across her lips, ending with her lower lip snagging on one of her fangs.
He took a swift inhale and swallowed.
Good. She needed to keep him off balance.
“Thank you for the drink, ah…” Caro dragged a finger over the rim of the large tumbler and subtly pushed her breasts forward.
His hand began to knead her back—the upper part of her ass, actually—through the fabric of her dress. After a slight hesitation, he said, “Phillip. And you are…?”
“Car—” She stopped and cleared her throat, horrified she’d almost used her real name. As if he’d told herhisreal name. She gathered her inner siren and started over. “Karen,” she said on a breath, then dipped her chin to shoot him a sexy half-smile.
Dark movement flickered over his shoulder, drawing her attention.
A group of three paranormal males, one tall and two stockier, had entered the club and now clustered around two women. Only other clan members knew the differentiation within the clan. Her blood knew these to be vampires, the weaker beings within the clan.
Everything faded into the distance. The music. The throng of people. ‘Phillip.’
Game on.
CHAPTER2
Karen, if that was her real name, stiffened her back underneath West Natain’s palm, then as quickly, relaxed.
Shit. He fought free of the sexual web she’d woven around him. He had a job, and somehow she’d managed to distract him, made him want to taste her skin and make her scream his name when she came with her knees hooked over his shoulders. Now, her gaze locked on something beyond him, and he flicked a glance in the mirror-lined wall.
The oddity of the charged connection where his palm rested on her lower back fell away.
The three vampires he sought had entered the club. Regardless of clan affiliation, they’d be no match for him and his team, but posed a distinct danger to the two inebriated women they targeted.
By Karen’s laser focus, she didn’t partake in their illegal activities, like he’d suspected. If she intended to draw his attention away from detecting them, she wouldn’t be checking out the trio like she wanted to squash them under her sleek, sexy, high-heeled shoes.
Where did she fit into this mix? He took in her form. Tall and athletic, a waterfall of auburn hair, large eyes, and a lush ruby mouth blended to make her someone who had immediately drawn his attention when he entered the club. Beyond her beauty, he could tell she a vampire by the fact his blood recognized her in the peculiar Sanguisian way. Even without the blood confirmation, he would’ve been able to mark her as a made vampire from the small scar she had streaking across her cheek. Demons would heal fully without any indication of a wound.
She drew in a sharp breath, and he glanced to the mirror where the vampires had worked their mind-control magic and had started escorting the women from the club. Dammit. He should’ve been paying more attention.
“I nee—”
“I’d like—” He stumbled to a stop when he realized he started his sentence at the same time as hers. Did she trail them too? Or avoided them? “My apologies for cutting you off. I need to run. Maybe I’ll see you here again?”
Her gaze darting to the front door, she dipped her chin. “Sure. Thanks for the drink,” she finished with an absent air.
He tossed aside the feeling of annoyance that he could be discounted so quickly.Get your head straight.The human lives at stake were worth more than his dick. He still didn’t know where she fit into this scene. Even worse, his surveillance man on the outside hadn’t made the vampires coming into the club, hopefully, a mere comm equipment issue and not something worse.
Now, the rogues he’d been chasing got a head start. They wouldn’t use the valet because that would be one less potential witness to them leaving with the women. They’d huddle around their prey and scurry down to a side street where they’d parked. The other bodies traceable to these vampires had been dumped in remote areas, far from the club where the biters captured the victims, indicating transportation. Best for West to leave from the back.
He used an employee entrance and forced himself not to turn around to see if she’d made her path to the door. No one said anything as he ducked through the nearly invisible panel because he used his mind control to ensure no one noticed. Once the heavy door shut behind him, he could use the undercover comms device in his ear.
“Snyder.”
