Selena's Men (16 page)

The glow surrounding Selena seemed to get brighter with her anger if Malcolm could guess. He didn’t want to stand and wait to see what the asshole did. He took off at a fast pace and hit the stairs at a jog. By the time he reached Selena, she’d extricated herself from the dumbass and had moved up to the bar again.

He groaned when he realized it was time for another performance on top of the bar. He really didn’t think he could stand to see her gyrating again for all those people. He wanted a personal dance just for him and Max.

Malcolm pictured her wearing nothing but his top as she strutted to the fast beat of a song. He could see her swinging her hips and starting to unbutton the top covering her naked flesh. He was brought up short when a group of drooling men bumped into him from behind.

Max gripped his shoulder and squeezed, helping him focus on Selena here and now instead of his fantasy.

He laughed when the women raised their arms, touching their shoulders with a hand, and the first one did a breakdance move where her right hand rolled all the way up her arm, then her chest, down to her feet, and jerking the motion back up and down her left arm until the next woman did the same.

He didn’t expect that, and there was no denying Selena looked sexy when she did the same, only adding a swivel of her hips. He wanted her to swivel her hips like that when he had his cock buried deep inside her. The song ended and he stepped forward to help her down, startling her.

“You look hot up there.” He indicated the counter.

“Thank you. I love it. I feel like a rock star, ya know?” Her eyes sparkled and blinded him from everyone else in the room.

Max elbowed him aside and wrapped his arms around Selena. He pulled her up onto a stool and stepped between her legs. Malcolm watched as Max leaned forward and murmured something in her ear. He saw Selena’s tongue peek out, licking her lips. He wanted those lips wrapped around his cock.

Son of a bitch.
He needed to get his emotions and his hormones under control, before he pulled Selena from his brother’s arms and fucked her right on that stool.

“Do you have to stay and clean up when the bar closes, or do you let your employees take care of it?” Max asked.

“Oh, I usually take the money up and count it before I put it in the safe. By the time I finish, the cleaning is usually done.” She looked into Max’s eyes. “Why do you ask?”

“Will you come home with us?”

She looked startled and pressed her hand to her chest. She opened her mouth and closed it again. He didn’t like the deer in the headlights look she had. He crowded into her side and cupped her jaw.

Turning her face toward him, Malcolm pressed his forehead against hers. “Don’t be scared of us, Lena. We would never hurt you.”

He looked into her eyes as he spoke and saw the gray eyes turn liquid silver, with an eerie light that had him stepping back. He released her jaw and trailed his hand down her neck and tapped her nipple that stood up, begging for their attention.

He and Max blocked the view of anyone stupid enough to try and look at them. Max stood close to her body while Malcolm pushed her thighs wide open. Malcolm could see her skirt touching her hips. He screened their actions and blurred their presence, so anyone looking would see the three of them, but wouldn’t be able to make out what they were doing.

He didn’t want anyone else, other than Max, to see her legs spread and her nipples so hard they stood out like two twin points. He could feel his mouth watering, and had to remind himself they couldn’t fuck her right here in the middle of her club. She would hate them for that, and how could he explain to her that nobody would see?

He didn’t think she would believe the truth.
Selena, honey, nobody saw us fuck you senseless because we aren’t human. We are creations of Zeus.
Nope, he was not gonna go there with her yet.

“I can’t think when you guys are touching me. Let me get through this evening and then we’ll…” She swallowed and continued, “I’ll let you know, okay?”

Malcolm saw his brother open his mouth to protest. “Okay baby, just try to enjoy yourself. I’m going to take Max out back for a chat.”

She nodded and smiled. The action wiped the hard expression off of Max’s face. Malcolm wanted her to trust them, but in reality, she’d just met them. Sure they’d spoken several times, and every time he’d heard her voice, junior stood up and saluted. He’d taken more cold showers than he cared to count, and had tried slaking his lust with other women, but the little man between his legs had other plans.

He should’ve realized then that something was happening. “Fuck me,” he muttered.

“Me too,” Max agreed.

Malcolm raised his hand to slap Max on the back of the head, but Selena’s laugh stopped him with his arm raised.

“You two are trouble with a capital T.”

She squirmed, and Max stepped back with a look of reluctance. “We’ll be around if you need us.”

“Okay.” Selena smiled.

Damn, her smile made him feel good. She hopped to the floor with a shimmy of her hips and brushed past him. He stopped her with a hand to her arm and brushed his lips on the corner of hers. Happy to hear her breath catch, he patted her ass and let her go.

She twitched her behind with an exaggerated swing and smiled over her shoulder. He clenched his fists at his side and gave her a fierce look, mouthing the word
later.

He continued through the back door with Max right behind him. The buildings were connected in a U shape, creating the sense of an alley between the next block of buildings. He turned and kicked a can toward a dumpster against the far wall. When no rats scattered, he raised his brows.

“It’s not like New York, bro. Hell, I mean we’d have to kick rats and bums out of the way to even get through. This place is really clean and classy.”

“There are some places like that here, too, just not in my area.” Max looked around with his hands on his hips.

Malcolm opened his mouth to ask Max a question, when he was slammed in the back. He grunted and ducked the next blow. “Fuck me,” he roared when he saw over half a dozen men circling them.

“I told you I don’t swing that way.”

Shit, they must be in trouble, Max never joked.

He and Max stepped into the middle of the men, if you could call the ugly sons of bitches surrounding them men. Opening a link to Max he said, “
I don’t think these guys are normal.”

“What made you think that? Could it be the unnaturally long claws, or the half beast look they got going on?”

Yep…they might be in a bit of trouble. Well shit, he was no pussy. With that, he lashed out with a butterfly kick and knocked the biggest of the six flat on his back. He reached down and snapped his neck with a hard twist. Someone jumped on his back and sank their fangs into his shoulder.

“Dude, your breath is rank,” Malcolm said, flipping the creature over his shoulder, before his arm was grabbed and twisted behind his back. He slammed the back of his head into the attacker’s face, hearing a satisfying crunch, and something wet flowing down his back. The thing released his arm. Malcolm jumped to the side, sucking in his breath as the other guy slashed at his gut.

He heard fist connecting flesh and could smell the acrid scent of blood. Not the copper scent of humans, but a stench that smelled like sulfur and rotten flesh. A thick, hairy forearm wrapped around his throat from behind, cutting off his ability to swallow. He planted his feet firmly on the concrete ground to prevent the thing from toppling him backward.

Reaching his arms behind his back, he gripped the big beast’s head and jabbed his thumbs into its eyes. He heard an eerie yowl as the thing released him. He turned and punched the fucker in the throat, and with a quick twist, jerked its head off, before he tossed it toward the one he could see in his peripheral vision.

“Motherfucking bastards,” Max yelled.

Malcolm didn’t take his eyes off the mountain of a beast in front of him. It was wielding a knife with serrated edges on both sides. From the way he twisted and turned the piece of steel, Malcolm had no doubt the thing knew how to use it.

The throbbing of the music from inside the club, along with the sound of flesh being struck by fists, could be heard. The door to the bar opened, making the music blare louder. The door shut with a bang, muffling the noises from the alley. He didn’t need to take his eyes off the knife to know Rafe had just entered the fray.

“What’s doin’, boys?” Rafe shook his head. “Damn, I guess I’m gonna have to kick some ugly motherfuckers’ asses now.”

Malcolm smiled at the excitement in the other man’s voice. Rafe sighed loudly and cracked his knuckles before he stepped out of Malcolm’s view.

Malcolm curved his hand and motioned to the man-beast. “Come on, pussy. What’re you waiting for, an invitation?”

The thing roared and lunged forward. Malcolm grabbed his wrist and snapped it backward. Hearing a satisfying scream, he continued squeezing until the knife dropped. He twisted the arm up and around the guy’s back and palmed the back of its head as he slammed it into the brick wall. The big beast went slack in his hold, but Malcolm held him up and continued slamming until the wall was no longer separated by the head.

Looking down, he saw bits of brick had broken off and the ugly thing no longer had any shape to its head.

“You can’t protect her forever,” the smallest of the creatures snarled.

“Protect who?” Malcolm advanced on the thing that was close to his own size, and looked more like a man than an animal.

The thing flashed his fangs and gave them a parody of a smile. “Fools who follow gods that don’t even care if you live or die are stupid,” he spat.

Malcolm cleared the space separating them, grabbing the knife the other one dropped as he flew at the cretin. The thing disappeared before Malcolm reached him. He jerked to a stop and looked around in a battle stance, prepared for an attack. He backed up to the wall and saw Max had killed two of the beings, and Rafe had his arm wrapped around the neck of the last one.

Max had his hand on the chest of one of the beasts, and within moments it disappeared in a cloud of dust. He squatted next to the other, and did the same thing while Rafe snapped the neck of the flailing one in his arms. He didn’t drop it like Malcolm would have. Instead he inhaled, and there was a flash and a bang as the thing exploded.

Rafe and Max turned toward him and quirked their brows. “What? I killed two,” he said, pointing at the bodies.

“Did you find out anything before you bashed their heads?” Max asked.

“Dude, should I have taken them out for a drink and asked what the fuck they wanted?” He stood up and looked at the blood covering his body and grimaced.

Selena would not want to see brain matter on him and blood that made him gag. He coughed and with a thought, wiped all traces of the blood and gore from his body, and then replaced his clothes with clean ones.

“Did you see that pussy? He looked like he was gonna hurl,” Rafe said.

“Up yours, dickhead.” Malcolm smirked.

Max stepped up to the two on the ground and shook his head when he looked at the faceless man. Malcolm met his gaze and lifted his shoulder. He wasn’t going to apologize for smashing the thing’s face in. He probed its mind, but all he saw was a red haze inside with the command to get the girl. The other one didn’t even have that much thought going on.

“I couldn’t get a single thought out of any of the ones I fought. How about you? Did you get anything from your guy?” Max asked Rafe.

Rafe shook his head and Malcolm watched as his body blurred, and then he stood looking immaculate in his black cargo pants with chains, a black muscle top, and a black leather jacket covering his broad shoulders. The dude looked scary as fuck, but somehow he pulled more pussy than his fair share.

Malcolm raised his hand and got their attentions with the wicked-looking knife fisted.

“Did you guys see the one who disappeared?” When both men looked at him like he’d gone nuts he continued, “He kinda stood off to the side watching us. He said something about not being able to protect her all the time, flashed some fangs, and poof.”

“Damn…they’ve never been able to poof before,” Rafe said.

“Shit,” Max yelled and paced. “This can’t be good. Nope. Not good at all. First we find our Fated and now these, what the fuck are they called?” Looking around, Max rubbed the back of his neck.

“I’d say a cross between a grizzly bear and a man who really needs a shower. Those things stank,” Malcolm said.

“They call themselves Cronites. When I met up with them in Texas, they sneered that we were called Ravens but were nothing but dogs. How the fuck do they know anything about us?”

“Cronus,” Max and Malcolm answered in unison.

Max stopped pacing and looked at his two top enforcers. He tried to swallow around the burning in his throat. He refused to admit the first being might have damaged him.

“What are we going to do?” he rumbled.

“Hey, I’m the one who got a hickey from one of them. Why do you sound so messed up?” Malcolm said.

Max’s nostrils flared and he spun around in a loose-limbed stance, prepared to attack, but nobody was there. “I’m jumping at shadows. I need to go check on Selena. Can you two make sure there’s no evidence left for anyone to find?”