When it came to the angel, Shayne already had a bone to pick with him. He hadn't seen Arch since his return to Las Vegas. The angel was avoiding him, and he couldn't understand why.
Shayne patrolled the edge of the dance floor, but he didn’t find Arch. Hell, he didn't see anything out of the ordinary. It was just another nameless crowd of humanity, eager to have an exciting night. Shayne turned to walk out to the parking lot, hoping to catch Arch before he made it into the building, when a feeling of unease came over him.
He stopped and concentrated on everything and everyone around him in the darkened club. The music muted in his mind as he slowly perused the crowd. There! Beyond the flashing lights, something caught his attention. Shayne widened his eyes in disbelief. Then his face darkened with rage.
“What the fuck is this?” he growled, savagely. His fingers bunched up as he glared at the sight in front of him.
Ian’s lips were nipping at the side of Anna's neck, with her back pressed against his front as if it had been glued there. Her reddish-blonde hair hung across the right side of her body like a lush curtain, her eyes closed in pleasure. As Shayne watched in agony, Anna let out a passion-filled moan.
Violence filled him. Shayne knew, without a shadow of a doubt, he was going to kill the bastard that very night. Ian was a dead man walking. He just didn't know it. Yet.
The man standing next to Shayne heard his growl. He glanced at him and then did a double take when he saw the expression of pure fury on Shayne’s face. Gathering his friends, they quickly left the club. Clearly, he knew a killing look when he saw one, and he felt it wasn’t his night to die.
Shayne was oblivious. He couldn't have cared less. Everything faded away, except the sight of Anna sensually moving up and down Ian’s body.
He stalked forward with purpose in every step. The bastard had dared to touch his woman. Where was his loyalty? Shayne had invited Ian into his home, even shared his subs with him. He flexed his fingers in anticipation. He was going to tear Ian from limb from limb, not only for messing with Anna but also for the giant grocery bill he hadn't contributed to.
He was halfway across the dance floor when he saw them turn and head for the exit. Shayne's feral eyes never let them out of his sight as he followed. Each caress the two exchanged just made the rage increase inside his body. Shayne advanced on the pair, his thoughts wild and primitive. He had one purpose now, and it was to destroy the man who dared to touch her. Who dared to arouse her.
It hadn’t taken Ian long to move in on what was his. Had he been planning it since the moment they met? They acted like they couldn't keep their hands off of each other, as if their very existence depended on fucking each other.
Shayne roared like an animal when he saw them leave through the glass doors. It caught the attention of a security guard standing nearby.
“Hey buddy, is there a problem?” the guard asked Shayne, a wary expression on his face as he approached him. Shayne walked right past him, never even acknowledging him.
“We don’t put up with any fighting around here,” he hollered, at Shayne's departing back. But he didn't try to pursue him.
Shayne shoved the doors open, not caring if they shattered. There was no sign of Anna or Ian, so he decided to check Ian’s car first. He felt disgusted. With the way they were acting, he doubted they had enough self-control to make it out of the parking lot.
He should have never left them alone. “Damn Ian and his good looks and whoring ways,” he muttered, to himself. Ian couldn’t wait to pick right up where Shayne had left off, enjoying the fruits of his labors. He was the one who had stoked that fire, and he’d be damned if he let Ian reap the benefits.
Discovering Ian's car empty, he stalked back to the building. They were there somewhere, and Shayne wouldn’t leave until he found them. He only hoped he wasn't too late.
Shayne spied an alley next to the building and quickened his pace. All thoughts of Arch, demons, and the fate of the world had disappeared. Only one man would be walking away, and it damned sure wouldn’t be Ian.
Chapter 8
SHAYNE ROUNDED THE corner, taking the scene in with one glance. The moon illuminated the two people pressed against the brick wall. Unaware or uncaring of any observers, Ian ripped off Anna's panties and dropped them to the ground.
“You son of a bitch,” Shayne yelled, tearing off in their direction. The two were lost in their heated moment of passion, not even stirring at his roar of rage. Anna was wild and frenzied, which enraged him even more.
Reaching Ian, he grabbed him by the shoulder and spun him around. His massive fist connected with his face. Ian landed with his pants around his ankles, several feet away.
Ian's dick and balls were exposed to the world, still hard and pulsating. Shayne grimaced. There was something really awkward about fighting a man in his condition. However, Ian had made his bed. Shayne started to follow after him when he felt something grab his right arm.
Anna attached her body to his, rubbing her breasts against his hard chest. He tried to shake her off, but she snaked her arms around his neck. “Get the fuck off of me,” he said, never taking his eyes off of Ian. “I’m not done with your lover yet.”
Ian raised his
