Alpha Trio: The Complete Collection (7 page)

The images that ran through his mind at that thought were graphic and more detailed than they had any right to be. He grunted as blood pooled in his groin. He watched as a muscle in her jaw tensed. Drei wanted to nip her there.

“What’s your name?” He hadn’t even been aware he’d been about to speak until the words were out of his mouth. He blinked, surprised at his own question. Her eyes flared with something, some emotion he couldn’t quite read.

“Cassandra.” Her response was immediate. He thought he detected a slight glimmer of astonishment on her own face. But her lip curled with wry amusement as well.

“Drei.” He almost spat the word in frustration. Drei didn’t know what the hell was going on, and he didn’t like that. He was always in control. Always. He should be walking away from the reserved Mundane bartender. She’d made it clear she wasn’t interested. Hadn’t she? He suddenly wasn’t so sure. The way she was looking at him now...

“I have to get back to work. Do you mind?”

Or not. She quirked a ruddy brow, casting a pointed look at the door behind him. Drei blew out a breath through his nostrils and forced himself to stop staring at her face. He spun on his heel without another word, determined not to give the woman another thought.

“Drei?”

His name on her lips stopped him cold as a charge of electrical awareness crackled up his spine. He turned in the open doorway, just enough to see her from the corner of his eye, and grunted. Cassandra’s lips twitched the slightest bit.

“Love the shirt.”

*****

Any other time, and he would have dismissed his strange reaction to the willowy redhead. She was just a Mundane, after all. He would have chalked it up to a need to get laid and left it at that. She might not be interested, but there would be someone else who would be.

But now... His eyes picked out Em and Cat in the crowd of swaying bodies rocking to the music. Cat’s ample hips swiveled rhythmically as his brother held her undulating body against him. They were practically fucking on the dance floor. Not that they were the only ones. The place had emptied considerably as the night waned, but there were still a handful of other people in the club.

It wasn’t what Cat and Em were doing that drew Drei’s eye. It was the mere fact of them.

Mated. A Shifter and a human. Impossible, and yet it was clear to anyone who met them. Not only were the two well and truly Mated, but it was one of the strongest bonds most of their clan had seen in generations. Drei had little doubt the scientists would find that Cat was quite capable of baring Em’s children. He knew it in his gut.

He didn’t know how it was possible, when, as far as they knew, it never had been before. But he knew. Which made his anomalous response to Cassandra – even her name felt fucking sensual, he thought angrily – unsettling to say the least. Because if it could happen to Em...

No. Drei chugged the last of his beer, swiping away the foam from his lip with the back of his hand. The idea was ludicrous. He shoved it away. He was not the Mating kind.

When the others returned from their dancing, Cat’s cheeks were glowing red and she was laughing. “Alright, boys. Who’s getting this round? It’s just about last call.”

“I’ll go,” Grig offered, shoving his long hair out of his face. “Doesn’t Em wither and die if you guys don’t make out at least once an hour? And hatchet-face here,” he jerked a thumb in Drei’s direction, “always takes too long to get our drinks.” Grig snickered. Both his brothers found Cassandra’s dismissal of him hilarious.

Drei glared, considering planting his brother with a ‘playful’ jab. But it was Cat’s small fist that thumped Grig’s shoulder. “We don’t have to make out every hour,” she grumbled, blushing. The protest was somewhat ruined by the fact that Em was pressed to her back, arms around her waist, trailing kisses along her damp neck.

“Yes, we do.” Em smiled against her shoulder. “At least.” Cat shivered. Drei wished they would take it somewhere else. It was hard not to feel like a voyeur with their public displays of affection so frequent. He fleetingly wondered if the Shifter lab rats would have time to do all their tests before Cat turned up pregnant and answered the question of whether or not her human DNA was somehow compatible with theirs definitively.

Grig snorted and went off to get their drinks. Drei couldn’t help follow his brother’s progress. As soon as he stepped up to the bar, Cassandra turned and took his order with a brisk nod. He watched her expertly pop open the beer bottles and slide them over.

She never served him that quickly. Granted, 5tM was almost empty now at nearly 3 in the morning, but he doubted that would have made a difference if it was him standing there. Why? And why did he care?

Drei saw Grig’s dimple flash as he said something to Cassandra. He didn’t need to hear the words to know his little brother was laying on the charm. She inclined her head, the fall of her hair partially obscuring her face from his view. He saw her smile and gritted his teeth. Guess she liked ‘talkative’.

But Grig was blinking at her, his own smile fading in... surprise? Drei strained, trying to hear his brother’s next words over the thumping music and the lip smacking of Em and Cat making out next to him. It was no use; the bar was too far away. Whatever Grig said, Cassandra shook her head and turned away from him. Grig gathered up the beer bottles and headed back to their table, his dark blue gaze on the floor.

Just before he stepped up to the platform VIP area, his eyes rose and met Drei’s, but what look they held was nothing the older man could fathom. Grig opened his mouth, as if he was about to say something, but just then Em gave a rather loud groan and both Grig and Drei grimaced.

It was nice to know he wasn’t the only getting aggravated with the two. He and his youngest brother tried their best to not notice the increasingly more heated exchange going on beside them as they finished their drinks. It got worse when the music shut off and there was nothing to disguise the uneven breathing and soft moaning.

Cat had acclimated to life as the Mate of an Alpha Pack member with surprising alacrity. The first few times she’d been out with Em among other Shifters she’d demurely pushed him away when he tried to kiss or touch her. She’d whisper ‘stop, they can... you know...’ and blush. But she’d gotten over the embarrassment of knowing Drei and Grig could smell her arousal. Pretty quickly, in fact.

It was times like this Drei wished she hadn’t. Normally, it wouldn’t bother him. It was impossible to live life as a Shifter and not learn to tune out the scents and sounds of everything around you. But Drei was so tightly wound that it was creeping into his awareness even as he fought against it.

He chugged the rest of his beer. “We ready to go?”

The last few patrons were stumbling toward the door in a tight bundle. Grig slammed his empty beer bottle down and popped to his feet, scanning the small crowd. A fleeting grimace flashed over his handsome face and then he turned back to them.

“Let’s go out the back.”

Em pulled away from Cat and cocked a dark brow at Grig. “Former conquest?”

“Come on,” Grig growled. Answer enough. Em chuckled as he lifted Cat off his lap and stood. Cat pouted a little, but she snickered at Grig’s aggrieved face.

“Out the back is fine. Then we don’t have to wait on the drunk girls, anyway.”

Em tugged a lock of her dark hair. “Does that mean you’re not drunk?”

“Like you need to get me drunk?” She toyed with the edge of Em’s t-shirt, looking coyly up from beneath her lashes. Drei rolled his eyes and hopped down off the VIP platform, the heels of his boots clacking on the hard floor.

He was across the dance floor and halfway down the hall that led to the back door by the time Em, Cat, and Grig caught up to him. Cat was hassling Grig about the girl he was trying to avoid at the front entrance. The two were laughing and shoving. Em was grumbling at his younger brother about keeping his hand ‘off his woman’.

Drei pushed through the back door into the cool night air. The sky hadn’t yet begun to lighten. The smell of sour alcohol and fruit momentarily overcame the scent of Cat’s waning arousal.

And then the soft, sweet, powdery smell hit Drei like the swing of a pillow to the face. He growled. Em and Grig smelled it a second later.

“Cat, get back.” Em’s voice was a harsh whip. He pushed Cat into the corner of the building, back behind one of the dumpsters.

“What the hell –” But then she saw them.

The vampires.

Drei felt the bristle of fur beneath his skin, the push of claws beneath his nails. The growl that rasped at the back of his throat tore out into the night, echoing off the brick walls.

There were three of them, faces ghostly white in the bright security lights. Their snarling lips revealed the long, yellow curves of their fangs. Drei felt an electric zing of awareness as he recognized the one in the middle. It was the skeletal fucker who had tried to kidnap Cat two months ago. The bastard’s red eyes were trained on her again now.

What the fuck?

But Drei didn’t have much time to think. The middle vamp Iced toward them, popping up a mere foot from his face.  He felt the shiver of heat over his skin that presaged a shift, but Grig barked a harsh ‘No!’ behind him.

“Civilians too close!”

For once, his jokey younger brother was being the cautious one. And Drei knew he was right. They couldn’t completely shift so close to the patrons on the other side of the club. The sound would no doubt draw attention. He had to try and keep this under control, get it over with as quickly as possible.

Drei leapt at the skeletal fucker, clawed fingers reaching for his narrow throat. He heard Em and Grig on either side of him, heading for the other two. They were just as thin and pale as the bony one who was attempting to toss Drei aside. Not normal, run-of-the-mill vamps. These guys had bonuses. Skeletor here could Ice.

Based on the hissing and spitting going on beside him, Drei guessed that the one Grig grappled with was venomous. Like fucking snakes. A bite from them was not pretty.

He had no clue what extra ability the cadaverous vampire Em was fighting might have. It was kicking and punching at his brother much as any vamp would, no special tricks in sight. Didn’t mean it had none, though. It would be stupid and deadly to assume that.

Em wasn’t, thank goodness. He was fighting back ferociously, teeth bared. He grabbed the thing’s narrow head by its silver blond hair and barreled into its bony chest with both feet. The look on surprise on the vamp’s face as the white skin of its throat tore open, shedding thick, blackish blood, was almost comical.

The creature melted into a puddle of the black blood as Em tossed away the decapitated head. That too liquefied in a matter of seconds. Em was already on to the next vamp, launching himself at its back while Grig’s fingers swiped bloody furrows across its chest.

Drei concentrated on the one that currently had one hand wrapped around his throat. He didn’t panic at the lack of oxygen. He dug his claws viciously into its face, tearing at one baleful red eye. The vamp howled, an eerie, high-pitched cry, and released his hold.

They both heard the wet splat that indicated Grig and Em had dispatched the other vamp. The skeletal fucker’s one good eye narrowed, sweeping the narrow alley. Black ichor and milky fluid dripped from its pale cheek, the deflated eyeball hanging like a meaty thread from its eye-socket. Drei flashed it a feral grin.

The fucking vamp Iced. Drei blinked and it was ten feet away. He lunged but in the next second it was out of the alley, and then gone. He cursed, plummeting to the filthy ground where his adversary had been standing a few seconds before. His throat screamed with pain and there was a long gash down his arm from the vamp’s ragged nails.

“Drei!” Em’s voice was sharp with worry. Drei whirled and hurried back toward his brothers.

Em was holding Grig up. Their younger brother sagged against him, usually tan skin pale. Not quite as pale as a vamp, but not good. His shirt was torn and a shallow graze on his shoulder oozed blood. It didn’t look so bad... except he’d been fighting that poisonous fucker.

“Shit, how bad did it get him?”

“Just... a... scratch.” Grig was grimacing and panting. The skin around the superficial wound was turning an angry red, like a steam burn.

“Oh, Grig!” Cat’s voice trembled with worry. She stood beside Em, hopping from one foot to the other as if she had to pee. “I’m so sorry!”

“Not... your fault... hot stuff.” He winked at her. Drei’s shoulders relaxed a little. Couldn’t be too bad if the kid was hitting on Cat still. Right?

Em frowned, hauling Grig back to his feet as the younger man’s knees buckled. “We need to flush it out. I don’t think he got a full dose, but he’s likely to feel pretty shitty.” Em’s pale blue eyes flashed, and he didn’t have to say anything else for Drei to realize that Em wasn’t quite as blasé about their baby brother’s chances as he sounded.

“Shit. Okay. Uh... back inside?”

“I’ll be fine,” Grig said, though his face was drawn with pain. At least his breathing didn’t sound quite as labored anymore. That was a good sign, wasn’t it? “Just get me home. We need to get Cat safe.”

“Hey, don’t worry about me, handsome. You guys have done enough tonight.” She brushed a fall of long hair back over Grig’s uninjured shoulder and gave him a trembling smile.