Big Bad Bite (36 page)

That thumb of his kept going despite the
frenzied pace they kept, and suddenly the wave that had been
building crashed. Her entire body trembled uncontrollably and her
lungs burned from lack of oxygen, so she pulled her lips away from
his kiss, but kept them in contact, loathe to lose that connection
with him as she screamed in ecstasy unlike any orgasm Adam had
given her so far. The ferocity of what she felt at the moment, as
his final slamming thrusts of climax bathed her in his hot seed and
his warm breaths stuttered against her lips was animalistic, raw,
overpowering, and utterly soul shattering. It caused her to regret
not letting him sink his teeth in her flesh because somehow it
seemed as if she’d stolen something momentous from them by doing
so, but it was too late to fix it now.

Next time, she promised herself. Next time
they made love she would ask Adam to give her the Mark. Perhaps
even later tonight or tomorrow morning, depending on how the rest
of their visit at the club went. Soon her Alpha would get his
desired mate, and Jenna would get the fulfillment of her dreams of
a full life.

Adam’s affectionate petting brought her
around from her musings, and she opened her heavy eyelids to see
the amused Alpha watching her.

“Nice head trip, love?”

Unable to move her lips yet due to the
blissfully happy endorphins running through her system, she nodded.
This caused the smug man to chuckle before nuzzling the side of her
face. “We have to go back out there, you know. Your family will be
waiting on us, and your Uncle is probably preparing a lecture for
us about how this isn’t a joy trip we’re on, and we need to get our
priorities in order. Personally I just think he needs to get laid
more often.”

That caused a rough laugh to bubble through
Jenna’s numb lips. “Yeah, I guess we should get back out
there.”

He placed a string of sweet kisses of her
neck, the side of her jaw, and then a lingering one over her lips
before disengaging from her and settling her gently down on her
feet, making sure to hold her up by her arms until she was steady
on her own. When she walked over to the sink to clean up, and
straighten her skirt back out, he buttoned up his pants while
watching her intently. She was starting to think it was a hobby of
his. Watching her. No matter where Jenna looked, she could turn
back to Adam, and he would be watching her. Did she distract him?
Or was he that hyper aware of their surroundings that he was able
to study her on a constant basis while still knowing if danger
lurked nearby. Surely the man would grow tired of staring at her
all the time one day. Wouldn’t he?

When she finished up, he opened the bathroom
door for her and escorted her out of the men’s room with his arm
wrapped around her shoulders, down the hallway, and out into the
shouting crowd that was avidly watching the fight now in process.
Alec was shirtless, dressed only in his jeans and shitkickers, and
circling the ring that was only enclosed by a painted white line on
the floor and the bodies of the patrons watching the fight. He was
currently dodging swipes from the claws of his opponent who was
surprisingly the light haired vampire Jenna had been watching
during his feeding, and later his intimate acts, with his female on
the floor below.

Now that the man was under the bright lights,
she could see that he was a bit smaller than Alec, somewhere around
five foot, ten inches, with a lean lightly muscled body that
couldn’t compare to the tiger’s, but was still impressive. He was
by no means a gym jock since he was on the smaller side, but then
what vampire went to the gym anyways? The vampire was also
shirtless, showing off pale skin that was not due to him being a
vampire, but had more to do with his heritage that looked like
possible European decent. He had a strong patrician nose, with a
bump in the middle as if it had been broken several times before
his immortal healing abilities had activated to prevent it. He also
had a strong jaw, with a pointy chin, and mesmerizing grass green
eyes unlike any others she’d ever seen.

Adam’s hand on her shoulder tightened, so she
looked up to him to see what had caused the reaction. She found him
looking across the room, his gaze on the two women who her brother
had trailed hours earlier. The blonde looked pale and scared
shitless. Her eyes still bloodshot from crying, her body seemed
frail, and stress still radiated off her. The brunette had her
caged in a circle of bodies as she spoke with two beefy men with
her hands doing half the talking, flailing about like fish out of
water, and occasionally pointing to the frightened blonde. Those
men where more than likely cut from the same cloth as the brunette
than that of the scared woman now trapped in a pack of wolves. The
two men wore almost identical outfits showcasing their ‘high-class’
titles. Suits minus those smothering jackets. The taller of the
two, only by a mere inch, was showing his love for the color black.
Charcoal buttoned shirt with the sleeves rolled up and ready to do
business. Black slacks adorned with a shiny woven leather belt and
yep you guessed it, shiny ass shoes. His twin was dressed the same
but in smoke gray, and of course rocking his shiny shit kickers, as
well.

Jenna subtly scanned the room for her brother
and Uncle and spotted them separately, each a few yards away, but
in opposite directions of the group of presumably Corvus wolves.
Logan was halfheartedly cheering Alec on in his fight, but kept his
body turned in the Corvus wolves’ direction to keep an eye on the
situation. Her Uncle, however, stood propped up against a wall
silently watching the room before him, which just happened to have
a line of sight to their targets.

She looked back at Adam to see he’d turned
his attention back to the fight, and Jenna joined his gaze just in
time to see Alec throw an uppercut to the vampire’s chin. The punch
sent his ass flying in the air until he landed half dazed on his
back with his jaw at a grotesque angle that didn’t look natural. As
Alec stomped forward, the vampire shook his head as if to clear it,
and looked up just in time to see Alec practically on top of him.
Then he used his preternatural speed to issue a kick to his
opponent’s midsection that promptly sent Alec sprawled out on his
ass.

The vampire jumped to his feet, quickly
popping his jaw back into place, and closed the short distance to
try and stomp-kick Alec while he was down. Alec must have known
something like this would happen and rolled out of the way just in
time to miss the connection. He then executed a sweeping kick that
connected with the vampire’s ankles, bringing his body crashing
back down to the floor. Without hesitation, Alec brought his leg
up, then stomped it down into his opponent’s face in three quick
strikes until there was blood streaming down the vampire’s nose
before rolling away again.

This was not the same playful tiger that had
toyed with his opponent in Wilmington. This fight was calculated
and exceedingly brutal. Either Alec wasn’t playing around because
he wanted the fight to be done with quickly so he could get back to
their mission, or this time his opponent was a considerable threat
that he was trying to shut down quickly. Maybe even a combination
of the two possibilities. Either way, Jenna was sure that it was
going to be one of the most blood thirsty things she’d ever
seen.

She watched the two men go at each other like
rabid animals. Kicks, punches, and claws were used at every opening
in hopes to weaken their opponent, all working towards that moment
where they could take advantage of fatigue, or an injury, to put
the other down and end the fight. Alec’s fighting style was a mix
of martial arts that was well complimented by his feline agility
and his brute strength. The vampire’s fighting style was a bit of
classic boxing since he had that full upright stance, with legs
shoulder width apart, and one foot halfway behind its
counterpart.

His left fist was held vertically, about six
inches in front of his face at eye level. His right fist was beside
his chin, and he had his elbows tucked against his ribcage to
protect his body. Lastly, she could see where he’d tucked his chin
down a little to try to avoid those sneaky punches to the jaw.
Looking at his entire stance, it wasn’t what she would have
expected from a guy who would have learned to fight in the last one
hundred years or so. No, if she would have to guess, she’d say the
vampire had learned to box
hundreds
of years ago, back when
the sport was probably considered more civilized than it was these
days. Of course, with the stomp kick the vampire had tried to
deliver a few minutes ago, she knew that boxing wasn’t his only
skill. The man liked to mix it up between that and what she would
call dirty street fighting.

Alec was now half shifted on certain areas of
his body. His tiger claws had sprouted from his fingertips, his
chocolate colored stripes were running up his arms, and his canines
had visibly dropped over his bottom lip. He would lunge in towards
the vampire, trying to tear him apart with his claws, and the
vampire would respond by using his preternatural speed, which
apparently was a bit faster than Alec’s own speed, and deliver a
jab to the tiger’s face. In a matter of minutes, Alec’s anger was
getting the best of him, which was obviously seen by his glowing
eyes. His beast was in danger of breaking free, and the vampire had
gotten in at least a dozen jabs to the tiger’s face.

Jenna slid her eyes away from the fight to
peer at the Corvus wolves again. The two burly German wolves now
had the small blonde between them as they dragged her kicking and
screaming towards the elevator, with the smug looking brunette
sauntering closely behind in those stilettos. Looked like shit was
going downhill quickly. Her eyes didn’t have far to travel to see
that both her Uncle, and Logan, were on the warpath to intercept
the foursome before they made their escape. They shoved bodies out
of their way, causing mass fistfights to break out in their wake.
They were unable to reach the group before the elevator known for
‘carrying out dead bodies’ door’s closed though.

The eighth floor was turning into
pandemonium. The level of violence had spilled over from the ring
into its crowd of spectators, starting with the handful of patrons
who had confused Owen and Logan’s pushing as deliberate shoves from
someone else around them, and spreading into several small brawls
throughout the floor. Jenna didn’t have time to worry about the
fist fights. She placed two fingers on either side of her mouth and
blew a shrill whistle to get Logan and Owen’s attention. Once she
had it, she pointed to the bathroom hallway and they started
pushing their way through the bodies again, accidentally sending a
few of those individuals flying several feet, since they were
moving with their preternatural shifter speed.

With one last glance in Alec’s direction, she
saw that he was still engaged in the fight with the ruthless
vampire, so she turned with the decision to leave him there and
pursue the blonde who was now in obvious need of a rescue. Rushing
to the hallway, zipping down its length, and then throwing the door
open, she didn’t need to turn around to know that Adam was
practically walking on the backs of her heels he was so close, and
she smelled Owen and Logan rushing in their direction.

It was a good thing she’d noticed the ‘EXIT’
sign earlier. Every building with an elevator was required to have
a set of stairs as an alternate means of escape in case the power
went out, or there was some type of emergency such as a fire.
Luckily, Jenna had spotted it even in her lust induced fog as Adam
had carried her to the men’s bathroom like a caveman. The question
now was, could they make it down eight flights of stairs, even if
they ran down the steps using their shifter speed, before the
elevator reached the bottom floor and they lost the woman forever?
The way those two wolves, whom she was still assuming were part of
the Corvus Pack, moved towards the exit a moment ago hadn’t looked
to fortuitous for the blonde having a long and healthy life after
she left the club. Hopefully, they would be able to reach her in
time to make sure she would still be breathing after tonight.

As she leaped down the twelve concrete steps,
deciding to skip the idea of actually running down them, she
dropped to the seventh floor landing, pivoted on her heel, and
launched herself down the next flight of stairs. The four of them
jumped down the flights of stairs, one after the other, landing
after landing until they’d reached the bottom floor, hoping beyond
hope that they were in time to reach the one link they’d found to
their underlying problem. Once Jenna pushed through the stairway’s
entrance door she recognized the back of the building that Alec had
brought them through earlier in the night. Running as fast as she
could for the back entrance to the building, she knew that if a
human happened to see them pass that they wouldn’t actually
see
them. Instead, they’d feel that odd breeze that blew by
from seemingly nowhere, and wonder what the hell was going on.
Luckily she didn’t pass any poor unsuspecting humans on the way to
her destination.

The back metal door came in sight, and she
heard Adam growl at her to wait. She knew her mate wanted to go
through the door first to make sure there was no immediate danger,
but her job on the SWAT team was filled with nothing but danger.
This was going to be one of those areas that Adam would have to
learn how to deal. She reached the doorknob, barely sliding herself
to a stop in time before she would have more than likely taken the
door out altogether, turned the knob, and burst out of the building
already on alert for threats. Whimpering cries sounded from the
ally their cab had driven down, so she sprinted in that direction,
turned the corner, and came to a stop when she spotted the girl on
her knees pleading for her life.