Big Bad Bite (34 page)

On the right side of the room, approximately
halfway in, was a small gathering circled around an olive skinned
man dressed in black dress slacks and a blood red shirt, wielding a
whip on a naked fair skinned woman with short dark auburn hair
cuffed to the St. Andrews cross in front of him. There were thin
red welt lines that crossed her back and upper thighs. Rivulets of
blood were dripping from the wounds, and there was a small group of
vampires in all shapes, sizes and colors waiting patiently for the
man to stop whipping his woman so that they could clean her up with
their tongues. This was a disturbing sight. The only thing that
kept Jenna from going over there to beat the guy’s ass was the fact
that the redhead was clearly enjoying her beating. Jenna might need
a little bit of therapy after that sight.

At the back of the seventh floor was a
slightly elevated stage that served as a cage where a live band was
playing. Shiny silver prison metal bars, interrupted only by a
small metal cage door off to one end, were either keeping the band
in, or the dangerous club patrons out. They were jamming out to a
song that Jenna thought sounded familiar, with the singer’s gritty
voice belting lyrics as the guitarist, bassist, and drummer rocked
out as if they were at a major concert event instead of playing
this small club with its unusual patrons. They might as well have
been a walking, talking advertisement for spiky hair, dyed mohawks,
piercings, tattoos, and a wardrobe consisting of ripped, distressed
jeans and graphic t-shirts. The music was a constant head banging
beat that had a devoted little group of dancers swaying in front of
the stage on the small dance floor. Of course, the dancing was not
the kind you would find at a high school dance. No, it was probably
more similar to the kind of dancing strippers did on stage or
against a pole, but hey, whatever floated their boats.

The whole place reeked of sex, booze, and
blood. There was no reason to be concerned about the blood smell
though. The reason for that smell was obvious since Jenna could see
a light haired male vampire leaning back on one of the chaises with
a scantily clad woman resting against his chest as he drank from
her neck while using his hand to play with her bare breasts. She
couldn’t help but wonder after seeing this if all clubs that
catered to
Others
were half brothel? Had the species ever
heard of just having a coffee shop? Or a jazz club?

As she spied one of the waitresses bend down
to whisper something in a dark haired male’s ear, with her breasts
practically spilling out of her black leather bikini top, and her
ass cheeks hanging out of her plaid catholic school girl skirt, she
figured she had her answer.

Apparently not.

Looking over to Alec, she found him eye
fucking a woman dressed in a white see-through bikini with angel
wings attached to her back and swinging on one of those stripper
swings that hung from the ceiling. Rolling her eyes to the ceiling
she started to debate the statistical odds that they’d manage to
get in and out of this club, accomplishing their mission, without
the randy tiger sticking his dick in something. The odds didn’t
look like they would be in her favor.

Jenna popped him across the back of his head
with her hand, and he turned around to snarl at her. Ignoring his
temper tantrum she whispered, “Get your head out of your pants and
let’s get going, tiger. I’ve got better things to do than to watch
you chasing skirt.”

Alec brought his hand up towards her face
with his fingers curled and his claws peeking out of the fingertips
in warning. The naughty kitty thought she’d be scared of that. Aww,
how cute.

“Touch me with so much as one of those claws
you freaky albino Garfield and I will make sure I knock you out,
file those suckers down to a flat non-lethal edge, paint them red,
and then write “Mr. Fluffy needs love too” all over your face in
permanent marker. Don’t mess with the big dogs when they can chew
your ass up and spit you out.”

She stomped away from one speechless cat, and
three snickering wolves, to the gothic looking bar to order a
drink. She didn’t care how many half-dressed waitresses were there
to serve her; she’d rather get her own damn drink instead of one of
those skeevy hookers with their vampiric version of the clap
getting near her.

Resting her arms on the top of the bar she
leaned over to ask the dark skinned bartender for a beer. He
flashed her a delicious smile sporting two fangs and then reached
over into the cooler to get her bottle, placing it in front of her.
Just then, a pleasured shout sounded from across the club’s
expanse, and she looked over her shoulder to see the redheaded
woman on the St. Andrew’s cross throw her head back in ecstasy as
her body tried to bow in orgasm.

Right. Jenna was going to say a firm ‘no’ to
any beatings Adam wanted to try in the name of kinky experimental
sex. If he tried to beat her like that, there was a good chance
she’d cut his nuts off just to see if he’d regenerate a new pair.
She was still kind of fuzzy on whether immortals in the
Other
species could regenerate missing body parts or not. It
was on her to do list for future questions to ask. Dismissing the
sight of a swarm of vampires running their tongues over the woman’s
bleeding skin, she turned back to see the bartender eyeing her as
if she were a snack.

He leaned across the bar to put his lips by
her ear and said, “Did that spectacle interest you, pet? Are you
excited by the sight?”

She barked a laugh. “Not in a million years,
vampire.”

He shrugged his shoulders in feigned
disappointment and moved down the short distance of the bar to take
an order from one of the waitresses who’d just walked up. Next
thing she knew, there was heat at her back, and Adam’s scent
surrounded her.

“Don’t let another man near you again.”

Her jaw dropped at his growled order. If the
wolf thought he was going to start ordering her around now that
she’d given it up, well he had another thing coming. She turned her
body around to face him.

“Or what, Adam? What will you do if I allow
another man to whisper in my ear again?”

His move was lightning fast. One second he
was in perfect view in front of her, the next his teeth were
clamped lightly on the tip of her ear, growling softly in
warning.

He released her ear only to rumble, “You.
Are. Mine. You promised that to me this morning. Don’t test my
resolve in this area, sweetheart. On a good day, I’d rip another
male’s head off for daring to come near you. I’m not having good
days right now though. I’m having razor sharp edge days since I’m
being magnanimous enough to give you the time you asked for before
we mate. So, you risk the vampire suffering having his arms ripped
off and shoved in anatomically incorrect places if you allow him,
or any other male, to come near you in such a fashion again. Please
don’t test me, love. I don’t know if I can hold the beast back from
doing something that you think is grotesque and unforgivable, and
I’d rather not have you look at me like I’m some sort of
monster.”

Jenna drew a deep breath in to steady
herself. She’d just had a glaring reminder that Adam wasn’t in the
mind frame to be snarly and snippy with, and she was the one to
blame. Sure, he’d acted like a high handed asshole by throwing
around the chest beating Neanderthal act of, ‘Mine!’ before
verbally dragging her back to his cave, but she had to remind
herself that he wasn’t human, and she couldn’t hold him to
expectations of human behavior. Hadn’t that icicle forming cold
shower he’d thrown her into a few days ago at least taught her that
much?

Placing her hands on his waist, she noted
that the small touch caused his body to relax a little before she
slid her hands up to circle around his neck.

“Ok, no males. I’m sorry, Adam. Please bear
with me, I’m still learning.”

He nuzzled his face into her neck, giving her
a smattering of kisses there. She seriously ought to be a tad more
pissed at his overbearing dominant tendencies, but when he was her
sweet gentle Adam like this, how could she possibly work up the
strength to get mad at him. The bad came with the good, right?

Just as she tightened her arms around him to
bring his mouth to hers for a kiss, a disturbance alongside the
dance floor caught her attention. Two women were arguing heatedly.
Both women were around five foot seven, with slim builds, and
pretty faces, but one was a brunette, and the other was a blonde.
The people around them started to take notice of the exchange,
which caused the brunette to sneer and flip them the bird. The
blond seemed upset, as if she were scared or might cry, and the
brunette must have tired of her whining because she grabbed the
blond roughly by the arm and started dragging her to the lone
hallway on the floor, where Jenna assumed the bathrooms were
located. She kept watching in curiosity as the brunette shoved a
door in, seemed to spot something inside that angered her, and left
the blond in the hallway to go into the bathroom. Seconds later a
small, pixyish woman came flying bodily out of the doorway where
the brunette had entered, and a hand reached out to tug the blonde
in.

Huh. Well Jenna would call that slightly
incriminating behavior. Now what could she do about it? Before she
could decide on a course of action, she looked over to see Alec
motion them to come and sit with the rest of their group. When his
eyes shifted to the side to keep the hallway in sight she had a
feeling he wasn’t calling them over to have a casual chat about the
weather.

Grabbing Adam’s hand, she led him over to the
small cluster of chairs they were sitting in and managed not to
complain when Adam pulled her down to sit on his lap instead of in
her own seat. This being in a relationship thing was seriously
going to take some getting used to. Alec’s chair was situated next
to theirs, so he leaned over to speak to them in a lowered voice,
keeping anyone else from overhearing their conversation.

“That’s the two women I overheard talking
about the Corvus Pack last time I was in the country. They’re the
ones we need to keep an eye on.”

Adam murmured, “Should one of us go to the
rest room to keep tabs on them?”

Just then, Logan got up from his chair and
swaggered across the room to the hallway holding the bathrooms.

Alec answered as Jenna watched her brother
walk away from them. “Davies is sending the kid into the men’s room
since the bathrooms appear to be side by side. He’s hoping the
walls will be thin enough to catch some of their conversation.”

Jenna turned her head to look at Alec, “But
won’t they be speaking German?”

He nodded. “Your brother is learning a number
of languages. He has to in order to take Owen’s place one day.”

Huh. That possibility hadn’t crossed her mind
yet. She’d been so wrapped up in everything else going on in her
mind that she’d yet to consider her brother’s place in their
family’s Pack. Logan might be just twenty years old, but if he were
strong enough to fight dominance challenges, then he would be able
to become Alpha of the Davies Pack, and Pack Master of the United
States. Hopefully that situation wouldn’t occur for hundreds of
years though. She’d just had her Uncle pop back into her life.
Jenna wasn’t prepared for him to disappear out of it again.

A few tense minutes slid by as the group of
four waited for Logan to reappear from the men’s restroom. Alec and
Uncle Owen carried on a conversation about Alec’s upcoming fight,
and Jenna stayed cuddled on Adam’s lap as he ran a loving hand up
and down her back. The scantily clad waitresses moved around
serving their customers while people in the lounge carried on
conversations with each other. Of course, there were those who
weren’t talking, but were instead doing everything short of having
actual intercourse on the furniture.

The light haired vampire now had his walking,
talking snack on her knees on the floor between his legs. His hands
were clenched tightly in her hair, and he was using them to set the
pace for the blow job that his female seemed all too happy to be
giving him. Jenna was flabbergasted. She couldn’t imagine having
public sex like that. She’d let Adam talk her into it over her dead
body. Was the human just that uninhibited? As she watched the woman
pleasure the vampire, whose head was thrown back against the
chaise, she noticed the woman’s eyes seemed a bit glassy. Was she
drunk? Drugged?

Adam took note of her interests and brought
his lips to her ear, “Voyeur much?”

Unable to tear her attention away from the
female’s lips sliding up and down the vampire’s considerable
length, she said, “I’m sure it looks that way, but actually no.
It’s like when you see a train wreck about to happen. You know it’s
going to be horrible, but you just can’t tear your eyes away from
watching it. Is she on something to make her not care that she’s
giving him head in the middle of a club?”

Adam looked over at the couple for a minute
before turning his attention back to her. “Don’t you see the bite
marks on her neck? She might be on something, but her reaction is
more than likely from his feeding.”

Turning her head to look at Adam, her brows
snapped down in confusion. “What do you mean?”

He sat back a few inches from her in
surprise. “I guess we have more to cover in your education. How
much do you know about vampires?”

She nibbled on her bottom lip, slightly
embarrassed. “Not much.”

He shook his head disapproval. “Vampire bites
have a toxin they release when feeding. The effect is said to be
determined by the vampire’s intentions. If he wants it to be
pleasurable, erotic even, then it is. If he wants it to hurt worse
than a thousand knives plunging into your body, well then it can do
that too. It’s one of the things that set them apart from their
demon brethren. The toxin they hold in their fangs, their ability
to use it for purpose, and their ability to create other vampires.
Although, from what I understand, that is extremely hard to
accomplish and could potentially kill the vampire trying to sire
the new one. They still have other abilities like their demon
brethren do. Telepathic abilities and what not, but they also have
more.”