Then moving her head once more so her lips met his,she gave him a deep, hard kiss. The sensation of his smooth, warm, and wet tongue increased her arousal as her own juices dampened her knickers. Morgan’s now hard dick, pushed against her mound. She grabbed his arse to encourage him to thrust into her.
“Morgan.” Devonte’s stern call interrupted them. They both stopped dead and turned to look at him. “I have to sort this out.” Then he turned his attention to Amilian. “Excuse me, miss?”
“Amilian.”
“Amilian, how many of you were there at the table?”
“Erm, I don’t know.” Amilian tried to concentrate and count. “About six. Eight maybe? “There was Ana, Arielle, Kayla, Josie, Noelle, Dizzy, and shit, the one who looks like Barbie. I can’t remember her name.”
Devonte nodded in approval and then turned to Morgan. “You need to keep her here, keep her safe. If anyone approaches you, call me. I’ll be right back.” And with that he was gone.
“Where did he go? What the fuck is going on, Morgan?” Amilian now bordered on hysteria. Devonte hadn’t just walked away; he had vanished from right in front of her. How is that even possible? she wondered.
***
Morgan could see she was about to lose it. He had to calm her down and keep her quiet. Morgan had heard an ancient story about a merman and his siren song long ago. He would use it to affect a woman’s state of mind so that the merman could have his wicked way with her. If this was the same siren song Dev was talking about, Morgan was taking no chances. No being was going to take his alpha now that he had found her, and after the arousal she had stirred in him, he was certain she was the one.
He reached out his hand to stroke her hair while pressing himself against her. “There, my alpha,” he whispered. “I’m right here.” He leaned closer to her, backing her right up against the wall again. He breathed in her sweet and musky scent. She resumed thrusting her hips at his hard dick. What he wouldn’t give to free her from her clothes and claim her right there. But no, he had to be more disciplined than that. Despite himself, Morgan’s lips crushed hers, and he tasted the wine she had been drinking. Amilian’s legs parted, and she pulled him into her. His dick begged to be freed.
Amilian broke from his kiss, breathing hard in his ear. “Please, Morgan, please.”
He understood what she wanted. Hell, he would if he could, but not in a packed bar, he couldn’t. He tried to reason with himself as his hand moved over her breast, cupping it in his palm. He gently squeezed, using his thumb to rub over her protruding nipple all the while grinding against her.
“Morgan, please, I want you!”
At her plea, he ignored his instinct. Morgan’s hand slipped up her skirt, ripping through her tights as his fingers teased around the edging of her knickers. He ventured into her warm wetness with ease. She groaned, building up his own arousal. He watched her eyes as they glazed over, mesmerized by the need she had for him right then. He inserted another finger and pressed the palm of his hand on her clit as his fingers did a figure eight inside her, catching her G-spot. She arched back, and he took advantage of her exposed neck by showering her with butterfly kisses.
“Oh, deeper,” she said breathy, and he changed motion by pulling out slow and then back in again. She picked up on the rhythm, grinding herself on his hand, while his now abandoned dick sulked.
Morgan removed his now wet fingers from Amilian’s warmth. “You want this, my alpha?” he asked as he thrust his hips against her clit and showered more kisses on her neck.
***
Devonte couldn’t help teleporting. He wasn’t supposed to in the presence of humans, but right then, he needed to be in a several different places at once. The only way he could do that was to teleport himself. He searched around the bar, looking for either Sam or Ehrst, but once again, there was no sign of them. He was on his own and none too happy about it.
He reached the table where the ladies had been sitting, only to find it completely deserted. There were no bags left behind in a hurry escape.
He cast his mind back to when Amilian had first approached Morgan and himself. He remembered seeing the table being crowded by other trusted sups. As the vision became clearer to his mind, he saw each woman escorted out, all except for one. A blonde woman, who reminded him a little of a Barbie doll figure his sister had as a child. He looked around the bar again to see if he could place the woman’s whereabouts.
Devonte’s attention was caught by the sight of Malachi being bent over the bar by Xander and Lucas, both, what Dev called ‘regulars.’ Pleased that his instinct was correct, Devonte knew he had to protect Amilian.
He glanced in Morgan’s direction, hardly able to see Amilian’s body hidden between Morgan and the wall. If it wasn’t for her hands on Morgan’s his arse, Devonte he wouldn’t have noticed her. He teleported to the entrance of the bar without thinking. He wanted a better view of them both. Now Morgan had his hand up her skirt. He saw Amilians eyes roll back and close in pure pleasure. Amilian’s neck was exposed so he took advantage and rained kisses on her. He was surprised by the arousal she was stirring inside him. His dick jumped to attention. He watched Morgan finger her, and he imagined what she would feel like. Warm and wet. He could see her sharp intake of breath with every entry Morgan made. Then Morgan stopped. Both of his hands were on her hips as he thrust against her. Dev couldn’t let it go this far. Not just yet. Not without him. Dev knew that he wanted them both, and he was a man who usually got what he wanted, but right now, he had to get them both to safety. He ported next to them.
“Morgan, I was right. It’s the merman, Malachi,” he said, gesturing toward the bar.
Morgan followed Devonte’s gaze, releasing his hold on Amilian.
“What do you mean ‘merman’?” Amilian asked with more fear in her voice than Dev liked.
“Shush,” Morgan commanded, as he turned his attention to the commotion at the bar.
“What do you mean ‘shush’? What’s going on?” Amilian demanded.
“I think he’s trying to listen,” Devonte interrupted, which seemed to have a calming effect on her. “He’s just trying to hear what’s going on so that we can help you. Please trust us.” Devonte knew he should have been at the bar trying to calm and smooth this all out, but the commotion seemed to be clearing by itself.
Dev watched as Morgan listened to Xander pleading with the merman to reverse the siren song. Another man appeared from out of thin air. Another teleporter? he questioned himself.
Recognizing the man was David, a time traveller, and a nasty piece of work, Devonte paid more attention to what was being said. The merman explained that the siren song could only be broken by another supernatural being bringing the lady to orgasm. The catch was that it had to be her true love.
Devonte, was excited by the challenge, looked at both Morgan and Amilian. He hoped to God they would let him play.
***
Morgan couldn’t hide his delight and smiled wickedly at her.
Amilian’s gaze was fixed on his. “What?” she asked as she worried her lips with her teeth.
“You’ll see,” he promised, then turned his attention to Devonte.
“You heard that?”
“Yes,” Devonte answered bluntly.
“Are you game?” Morgan asked.
“Game for what?” Amilian interrupted before Devonte had a chance to answer.
***
Dev was grateful for the interruption. It gave him time to think. Morgan had just asked if he was game. He knew the equation included the woman staring at them, trying to sound cross, but her state of arousal shined through clearly. His eyes traveled over her body from head to toe, taking in her beauty. As he looked back at her rounded face with rosy cheeks, he focused on her large, trusting blue eyes. He came undone with the way she gazed back at him for answers, making him feel as though she wanted his protection. Then he turned back and glanced at Morgan.
“I’m game,” he said, then turned his
attention to Amilian.
“We know what’s happened to you, and we want to help, but you have to trust us,” Dev answered as calmly as he could. It worked as the woman nodded in agreement. Then he looked at Morgan and said, “I have to clear the bar.”
***
“I’ll give you a hand.” Morgan said and then turned his attention to Amilian. “Stay here. You’ll be fine. I’ll be right back.” He drew her into another knee-weakening kiss.
“Morgan, head to the fire exit and open the doors,” Dev instructed as he disappeared again.
Morgan would usually tell someone where to go if they told him what to do, but Morgan had decided they were a team. They were on the same side, fighting to protect the same woman.
With the fire exit doors now open, Morgan contemplated this thought as people started to leave the bar. The cool night air filtered in, allowing the potent smell of the merman to escape. A sense of pride overtook him that Devonte had just demonstrated such loyalty. A true second-in-command, just what he would need in his pack.
***
Devonte teleported himself to the bar and attracted the barman’s attention. “Call last orders,” he commanded, and the barman nodded in approval. The barman reached behind him next to the door that lead upstairs to the flat and flicked the light switch on and off repeatedly. The usual punters knew this was a warning sign that meant get the fuck out—quick. Devonte watched people head in Morgan’s direction.
CHAPTER FIVE
“You look like you could use a hand.”
Amilian jumped at the stranger’s voice. It was far too close for her liking. A dark-haired man looked down at her as he leaned into her, backing her against the wall much as Morgan had done just moments before. The stench of alcohol made her gag. Her heart picked up, beating harder and faster, as she realized she was trapped.
“Oh, come now,” he whispered with a slimy grin. “Don’t pretend to be shy.” He traced his grimy fingers along the lining of her blouse.
Amilian pushed his hand away. “Get off me.”
He caught her by her wrist and held her firmly. “I saw you, watched him finger you.” His voice was low, deep, and fierce.
Amilian shuddered at the thought of someone watching her. She hadn’t meant for it to go that far, but she didn’t have control. “I’m sorry, I…”
But he cut her short.
“You had your fun, and now it’s my turn.” He pulled her hand down to his crotch.
At the feel of his erection beneath her palm, Amilian cried out. “Please.” A slap across her face cut her short.
The man ripped her top apart, having no patience for buttons. Her exposed lace bra undoubtedly pleased him. He reached out to take her breast in his hand and leaned down to kiss her. Amilian froze and closed her eyes in fright.
“I don’t fucking think so, mate!”
The voice startled Amilian, but she recognized it. As she opened her eyes, she saw Devonte pinning the slimy git up against the wall. Devonte’s fingers were closed around the man’s throat, squeezing hard.
“I…uh…I” was all he could mutter as the man tried to free his neck from Devonte’s grasp.
It was the sight of Devonte’s fist meeting the man’s face that caused Amilian to cower in the corner.
By the time she looked back, they were gone from sight. She glanced around the bar, which was almost deserted. There was no sign of Devonte, the sleaze, or Morgan. Scared, deflated, and still horny, Amilan did her best to cover up her breasts with her ripped shirt. She slid down the wall, put her head on her knees, and cried.
***
Morgan was holding the fire exit doors open. A few stragglers were making their exit through the network of alleyways, but on the whole, the place was pretty much deserted. A gust of wind swept past him with a blur. He looked around to see what it was. As the blur slowed to a halt at the back of the alley, he recognized Devonte. He was holding another bloke in a head lock, Dev’s face was oozing anger.
“Hey, Dev, what’s up?” Morgan asked, abandoning the door, to go to his aid.
“This fucker.” He flung the man to the floor. “This. Poor. Excuse. Of a human. Just. Tried. His luck. With. Amilian.” Each word spoken in fury was followed with a kick to the man’s torso.
Morgan lost it. The next thing he knew, the man Devonte was holding was laying underneath himself. He wasn’t in full human form. The man underneath him had hurt Amilian and it was Morgan’s job to protect her. If his wolf was let loose to ensure he did this, then so be it.
“I’m sorry,” the human cried and begged for mercy.” I didn’t… Please… Just let me.”
And then Morgan went blank again.
“Easy, Morgan. Easy. You can let him go now.” The voice brought Morgan back as the taste of blood overpowered his senses. Morgan felt his paws retreat and his face change into its human form. Morgan’s brain started to digest the vision before him and process it in human form. A dark-haired man lay on the ground, a pool of crimson secreting from his neck, his head almost severed from his body. There was a taste of blood in his mouth. It didn’t take much for Morgan to realize he had lost control and partially let his wolf out, severing the man’s head from his worthless body.
“Amilian?” Morgan looked over to Devonte.
“She’s okay; she’s inside,” he replied as Morgan straightened up and glanced back at the fire exit door, which were now thankfully deserted.
“It’s okay; you go. I’ll clean this up.”
Morgan looked at him with gratitude, then turned and ran into the bar.
“Amilian, Amilian.” He knew he sounded frantic, but he didn’t care. As Morgan ran into the bar, the remaining stench of the merman was sickening. “Amilian.” He passed the dance floor to see her scrunched up in a ball, hiding in the corner where he’d left her. Guilt powered his walk as he closed the distance between them in record time. “Amilian,” he soothed, crouching down on the floor.
She slowly looked up at him.
“Shh, it’s okay.” Her mascara had left black tear lines down her face. The scared look in her eyes made him think the worst, and he took her face in him hands. “I’m so sorry,” he said. “I never should have left you. I won’t ever leave you again.” He was shocked as she sprang into his arms, and held him as if her life depended on it. Morgan’s hand stroked the back of her head. “Did he hurt you?” He kicked himself for asking, but he had to know.
“He didn’t get to touch me,” she said into his neck.
Morgan closed his eyes and took a moment to thank heaven for small mercies. He kissed her cheek as his fingers tangled themselves in her hair. Morgan pulled her head back gently so he could look in her eyes. “I took care of him.” His eyes stayed focused on her face as she relaxed in his arms and smiled in appreciation. He doubted she understood exactly what he meant by that, but time would show her.
***
Devonte had disposed of the body and cleaned up the mess in little time. He was exhausted. As he walked back into the bar, he saw Morgan wiping something from Amilians’ face. He stopped to take in the tenderness of his gesture, surprised by how protective of them he felt. He teleported next to them and placed his hand on Amilian’s shoulder.”Are you okay?”
Amilian turned to look at him. “I am, thanks to you,” she said with a smile that reached his heart.
He took her into a hug and kissed her forehead. Then he turned to Morgan. “It’s all taken care of,” he said, reaching out and squeezing Morgan’s shoulder.
The phone behind the bar rang, and he turned to glare at it. Typical.
“I have to get that,” he stated, then teleported to the phone to answer it. “Hello,” Devonte answered, his voice clearly showing his frustration.
“Hey, Dev, it’s Derrom. Where’s Sam?” the voice asked.
“I don’t know, Derrom, I haven’t seen him since the shit hit the fan,” Devonte replied.
“What’s happened?”
“Malachi released his siren call on
a table of human ladies. It appears they need to orgasm to break the spell. As you can imagine things got a little out of hand for a while, but it is all under control now. The bar’s intact and vacated successfully and the women are being attended-to as we speak. All are accounted for except one, Tavvy I think her name was.”
“She’s is the reason I was calling down. She’s with us but left some of her belongings at the table. Are they still there?”
“Hold on, I’ll check.” Devonte put the phone on the side while he ported over to the table where the girls had been sitting. Sure enough there was a coat and scarf. He picked them up and headed back to the phone. “Yep, got a coat and a scarf.”
“Could you put them in the cupboard at the bottom of the stairs to the flat, then lock up for Ehrst?. He’s a little busy at the moment.”
“I bet, if you have that Barbie look-alike with you.” Dev laughed. “You lucky buggers. Yeah sure. No problem,” Dev answered with a smile as he hung up the phone. He turned to face Morgan and Amilian, realizing they were looking at him. A devilish grin spread across his face. A quick teleportation had the missing woman’s clothes safely in the cupboard as requested.
Now he could go home. With intense eyes fixed on his prize, he teleported himself across the room to stand next to both Morgan and Amilian. “We’re done here,” he said, wrapping one arm around Amilian and the other around Morgan. “Hold tight,” he commanded as they vanished from the Blood Bar.
CHAPTER SIX
If Amilian’s head was fuzzy before, it was well and truly dizzy now. And to top it all off, she had no idea where they were. They? she questioned, her memory frantically piecing bits together. Yes, Morgan and Devonte, where are they? It was so dark, she couldn’t see much. A soft glow flickered too far away for her to tell which direction it was coming from.
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