Yvette Hines - The Club

Placing her palm over her mouth, she hid her smile. He’d drunk her blood, twice, and the thought made her tingle. Something inside her warned her not to hold on too tightly to it, because this was probably it for them. Anton had made that clear. She wouldn’t regret her time with him, though.

Propping himself up on his forearm beside her, Trae woofed, his voice taking on a menacing tone. “Be glad I don’t shift.” He didn’t move as he focused his gaze on the vampire. There was a clear note of threat in his words, as if he was giving Anton a cue. A warning.

At that moment, Olivia saw the intrinsic rivalry as the men faced off. She couldn’t deny the thrill of knowing they had put their animosity aside to please her.

“Oops, here comes the sun,” Trae teased, his body relaxing once again.

Anton glanced over his shoulder at the lightening sky, then turned to her. “Olivia.” He bent down and kissed her again. He stepped back and pulled on his boots, then spoke to Trae. “We will continue this later, pooch.”

Trae’s hand began making lazy circles on her body. “See if you can find me after dark, bat.”

Crossing towards the door, Anton paused briefly as he lifted his hand towards his coat, on a chair where it had been discarded earlier. The coat instantly appeared in his hand. He donned it, winked at Olivia, than was gone in a puff of black smoke without opening the door. She gasped, stunned by what she had seen—or not seen. She blinked repeatedly and frowned as she tried to figure out how he’d created the smoke. Even though she knew he was a vampire—he’d drunk her blood as he’d fucked her, after all—a tiny part of her rational mind protested that maybe he’d used something like magicians used.

“Parlour tricks.” Trae rolled his eyes as he moved up her body.

“A pretty good one, I’d say.” Turning away from the door, she looked at him.

“I’ll show you good.” Leaning down, he circled her nipple with his tongue. “Since I don’t have to cower in a dark room this morning, how about I take you out to breakfast?”

Food sounded great. She was famished after last night’s marathon of pleasure. “That would be gre—Ohmygod, I forgot about Kel—”

The ringing of her phone interrupted her. Scrambling from the bed, she located it in the back pocket of her skirt, where it lay haphazardly in the middle of the floor. “Hello,” she blurted.

“Olivia? Are you okay?” Concern laced Kelsey’s words.

Glancing towards the bed and seeing Trae’s nude, sexy body stretched out, she said, “I’m fabulous.”

Kelsey laughed. “I figured as much when I saw you head up the stairs last night with those two sex gods.”

Sex gods? More like a vampire and a werewolf. “You just don’t know.”

“No bragging,” Kelsey chided, and giggled. “What time will you be ready to head out?”

Trae beckoned her with a finger.

Unable to resist him, she crossed back to the bed. “How long till the club closes?”

“Thirty minutes,” Kelsey informed her.

Sinking onto her knees on the bed, she said, “I’ll be down in twenty.”

Trae shook his head and ran his hand up the inside of her thigh, then cupped her pussy.

She stifled a moan. “Make that twenty-five.”

His finger slipped down between her folds and entered her.

“Thirty,” Olivia barely got out as she pushed the red button and dropped the phone onto the night stand.

“I think that’s manageable.” Trae pulled her into his arms and rolled until she was beneath him. “This doesn’t have to end, Olivia.” Those hazel eyes captured hers with the same intense stare as before as he continued, “It’s possible that you didn’t freak out when you discovered the truth because somewhere inside you…” His voice drifted away as he tapped her chest above her heart. “You knew you were where you were supposed to be. With whom you were supposed to be.”

Her heart leapt. Oh, shit, has he read my mind?

Yes .

Shocked, she realised his lips hadn’t moved but she had heard him clearly. Now she was going to freak out. Wriggling beneath him, she placed her hands on his chest and tried to push him away.

Trae held fast. He lifted a hand and stroked her face, calming her. When she stilled, he began to kiss her. Not the passionate, all-consuming kiss he’d given her earlier. But one that was slow and gentle. This kiss was like a caress as he slipped his tongue into her mouth and met hers in an erotic, silky glide.

We’re mated for life, Olivia . He didn’t stop kissing her, forcing her to communicate his way. The Great Spirit has brought my mate to me.

I’m not a werewolf, she finally thought.

In your mind, it doesn’t make sense. He nipped her bottom lip, then entered her mouth again.

No, it doesn’t. She stroked his shoulders.

But in your heart it does. Give us a chance—that’s all I ask . There’s much we need to discuss. Soon . He ended the kiss.

Staring up at him, she could see the astonishment darkening his greenish-brown eyes. The discovery that there was something more than a night of passion between them appeared to have come as a surprise to the werewolf in her arms, too. Reaching up, she brushed a short lock of hair back from his forehead. It was good to know that she wasn’t the only one thrown off balance by the revelation.

She parted her legs so he could settle between them, and they remained that way for a moment, just gazing at each other.

There was so much they still needed to discuss, but she wasn’t sure at that moment how much more her mind could handle. “Maybe I should take Kelsey home before breakfast, so she doesn’t feel like a third wheel.”

He kissed the tip of her nose and stroked his hard shaft along her wet sex. “This from the woman who spent the night in the arms of two men?”

“Okay, okay. That was different.” She ran her hand through his short, brown hair.

“Never fear. I’ll bring my friend Diego along. I think they’d enjoy getting to know each other.”

Lifting her brows, she asked, “Are you sure?”

He gave her a wicked smile, allowing just one side of his mouth to lift. “Trust me. Kelsey seems to me to be a tough woman who likes a man with a strong hand.”

“Wow, you’re good.” He’d hit Kelsey’s personality on the head.

“Not yet, but I’m about to be.” Reaching into the nightstand, he pulled a condom from inside and efficiently slipped it into place.

She gave him a questioning look. Neither man had worn a condom earlier.

Seeing her expression, he informed her, “Unlike vamps, weres can reproduce without biting someone and feeding them their blood.”

Her mouth made an O as she blushed, feeling grateful that he’d had concern for her. Her body tingled with the knowledge that this man didn’t only care for her, but believed she was his mate. That awed her.

He winked at her, reminding her he could read her thoughts.

“Is this mind-reading going to be an all-the-time thing?” She pouted.

“It wouldn’t be if you were a were. Then, you’d be able to block me.”

She was speechless. That was a big leap, to decide to become a were.

He kissed her, then nipped her chin and said, “That’s a discussion for later. Much later. Until then, I can choose not to do it.”

“Phew!” Grinning, she brushed her fingers along the prickly hair lining his jaw.

His chuckle was a deep, baritone rumble.

Settling himself over her again, he began to guide his cock inside her. “One thing you need to know, Olivia, if you want to pursue this.” He pushed farther inside, causing her sex to tighten around him. “I don’t share my mate.”