“Candy!” A woman growled.
The woman’s voice made me drop every thought of Candy’s mouth around my cock. I turned my head in the direction of the woman’s voice.
My heart dropped damn near into the pit of my stomach as I met a pair of beautiful purple eyes. I sucked in a deep breath and took in the sight of the sexy woman, who now stood a few inches from Candy.
The ocelot inside me demanded to be freed, as did my cock.
It was her– Koroleva Liutik –the albino.
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Banshee
A few days had passed since we kicked that asshole, Brett, and his friend out of Babes. I’d been splitting my time between training the prospects and the club every day and I had to grudgingly admit that the prospects were improving. Still a bunch of weaklings, though.
Roark kept telling me to give them a chance – that not everyone could be raised the way we were. I knew he was right but the feeling of the calm before the storm was pressing down on me and my inner-leopard was agitated and confrontational.
Once again, Roark opened his big mouth and told me to go get laid when I mentioned that things felt off. Maybe he was right… again.
Looking around the club I took in the motley collection of shifters, humans, and other paranormal beings who came to Babes to relax. It had been a while since I had taken a male to my bed. With my lifestyle, nothing lasted long and a good one-night stand could soothe my beast.
A tall, dark shifter caught my eye – he was the one Candy was chatting up earlier. I’d never seen him before tonight and the way he was looking everywhere but at me had me thinking he’d been checking me out, too. He was lankier than the bikers I was used to man-handling, but his bare arms bulged with muscles. He was dressed in all black – t-shirt, jeans, and shit-kicker boots – with curly black hair that was short on the sides and back while longer on the top. Skin the color of a light caramel and golden eyes which glowed in the low lighting had my body reacting instantly.
Even if I didn’t have an itch to scratch, I would have to approach him. He was a stranger in the Dark Leopards territory. It didn’t hurt that I wanted to lick every inch of him.
With those thoughts in my head, I strode toward his table. I might be a bit average in height and looks but most guys were intrigued by my pale skin and purple eyes. So, I swayed my hips and approached confidently.
I could tell he sensed my approach but he continued to watch Betsy up on the stage. Betsy’s show was something to watch with her flags swirling around her and giving small peaks at her bare skin.
Deciding to not play coy, I grabbed a chair and turned it as I took my seat straddling it and facing him in his direct line of sight. Frustration surged when he continued to focus on Betsy. The only sign he noticed me was the tightening of his muscles. Most wouldn’t have seen the difference, but I did. One of the things I learned on the streets – to read people.
“Ignoring me only serves to make you appear rude and… or… stupid,” I joked as I leaned my chin on the back of the chair.
His nostrils flared and I saw something flare in his eyes.
“What are you doing in town?” I asked as I inhaled his scent to determine what exactly he was – my body instantly reacted to his musky aroma with its hints of amber, cedar, and the sweet caramel I’d compared his skin to earlier.
“Passing through,” he replied to my question and I had to shake my head to clear it and focus on him.
“Perfect,” I mumbled.
“Excuse me?” He finally turned the full strength of his gaze on me. The heat of it had me melting on the pleather covered chair.
Rising from my chair, I moved into his space and straddled his legs.
“I’m thinking we go back to my place… or…”
“That’s not a good idea,” he gritted through his teeth.
“No… it’s a fantastic idea.” I smirked up at him and he sighed. His hands gripped my arms just as Candy interrupted.
“Banshee,” she gasped as she rushed up to where I was sitting on tall, dark, and handsome’s lap.
“The sheriff is at the door,” Candy spit out when I glared at her.
“Fuck!” I hopped up and caressed the side of Mr. Delicious’ face. “We’ll talk more as soon as I get rid of the sheriff.”
“What the hell does he want, Candy?” I demanded as I strode towards the front door with the stripper on my heels.
“Says he has a warrant.”
“A warrant? Fuck!” I looked around the strip club until I found who I was looking for – “Cassandra!”
The witch caught up to me at the end of the bar.
“Yeah?” she asked.
“I need you and Zaxby to take care of hiding things as we discussed,” I instructed.
“Fee as agreed?” she asked and I glared at her.
“Of course. The sheriff is to find nothing,” I demanded and left her to her job as I headed down the hallway.
“Sheriff Rowland, to what do I owe the pleasure?” I grinned as I caught sight of his pissed off look.
“This dumbass won’t let me in and I have a warrant, Ms. Liutik.” Sheriff Rowland harassed us at least once a month. He was normally like clockwork... but tonight wasn’t his normal drop-in.
“He wouldn’t pay the cover, Ms. Liutik.” Flint knew how to play the sheriff. He acted like a big, dumb native and the sheriff ignored him.
“Sheriff, I told you last time, give me a call and I’d make sure one of the girls is waiting to escort you in. You know we can’t exp0ect Flint here” – I patted the bear shifter’s
