Big Bad Bite

by Lane, Jessie

  Great.

  Both of them stared at Jenna as she stood there holding her helmet. The sister’s face looked open and friendly, while the man beside her was making no effort to hide the fact that he was checking Jenna out from head to toe. That look alone reminded her of something Kent would do. In other words, he was probably a horny hound dog best kept at a distance by threatening him with a trip to the vet’s office for a little snip snip.

  Adam growled at his friend. “Jenna, this is my sister Amy and my best friend Clay. Clay is also the Beta, or second in command of our pack.” Waving his hand back towards her, he said, “Guys this is Jenna. She’s going to hang out and get to know us a bit. She might have some questions about pack life, and you have my permission to answer whatever she asks.”

  Amy stepped forward holding her hand out. Grasping it lightly they shook, “Nice to meet you, Jenna. It would be fun to have a new girl around. Wanna go inside and get some drinks?”

  “Sure.” Amy walked forward and Jenna fell into step next to her as she led the way inside the club. She stopped to flash her I.D. to the girl at the front counter, but was dragged away by Amy before she could complete the task. At the last second before clearing the door, she grabbed Jenna’s helmet and tossed it to the girl behind the counter, not even staying to watch as the poor employee had to twist like a rubber doll in order to catch it.

  Dance music poured into Jenna, covering her senses with a fast hypnotic pulse. Moving through the club, she followed Amy as they skirted the crowds; finding an empty table in the back, near the bar. As soon as the four of them stopped at the table, a waitress came over and asked for their drink orders. Before she could answer though, Amy ordered beers for everyone.

  Whatever. That would have been her drink of choice anyways. It just bugged her a tad to have someone else ordering for her.

  As the waitress walked away, the guys shook their heads with silent laughter and Amy put her hand on Jenna’s arm. “I hope you don’t mind me ordering for you, Jenna. I’m just kind of used to doing whatever I want.” Something about her no nonsense attitude felt admirable to Jenna. She could respect that. Maybe. As long as Amy didn’t think she would be easy to push around. Because frankly, that would never be the case.

  “Yeah, I got that you’re a little assertive after the girl at the front. Tell me, do you bully your way into every club without paying?”

  Amy grinned. “No need to bully. This is a pack owned club.”

  “Oh.” Giving her an easy grin back, “That means the drinks are free too, right? Wouldn’t want to strain my poor public servant salary, you know.”

  Amy giggled then looked up with a huge grin. “You got it. So look around. What do you think of your first shifter club?” Turning to face the room, Jenna watched the scene. The place was immense. Much bigger than she would have guessed from the outside. Soft colored lights flashed over the dance floor where a large crowd danced in a sea of gyrating bodies. The bar itself was packed with people enjoying their drinks. Amy pointed up the stairs to the second level, “That’s the V.I.P. lounge. We usually go up there. Alphas from other packs have a permanent invitation and are allowed to take a small group of guests with them. It’s also used as a neutral place for Alphas to meet and discuss pack business.” The waitress arrived then to deliver their drinks.

  As Jenna took large swallows, she looked at the second floor closed off for the V.I.P. lounge. Noticing the elevator next to it, she pointed it out to Amy. “There are more floors above?”

  Amy got a saucy grin and leaned over to whisper in her ear so no one else could hear, “That goes to the two floors of private rooms that can be rented for a night.” Pulling back from Amy, she gave her a wide-eyed surprised look, which made Amy laugh.

  Clay leaned over the table towards her. “So Jenna, Adam tells me that you’re a cop. Is that right?”

  “Yeah.”

  “What do you do on the force?” Clay’s eyes twinkled with interest.

  “I’m on the SWAT team.” At his surprised expression I added, “I just started though. Before that, I was just a patrol cop.”

  “Wow. Do you like it?”

  “I love my job. It’s all I ever wanted to do. One of my uncles is a Police Chief and he was the father figure in my life.”

  Adam leaned over to brush his arm against hers. “Did you bring your handcuffs, Jenna? Cause then when Clay acts stupid later we can cuff him and throw him in the car.” Clay punched Adam in the arm while Amy laughed.

  “Sorry Adam, I left my handcuffs at home.”

  Adam’s amber eyes heated with interest, and her stomach knotted up again. That man’s eyes looked like molten lust at times. It was like nothing she had ever seen. Which was probably a damn good thing or she might have been in trouble with every man who had ever tried to pull it off in front of her. Forcing herself to look away, she glanced over at the dance floor but Amy chose that moment to grab her arm and start dragging Jenna away from the table, and though the pressed bodies. Her senses were flooded with the smells of excitement, anticipation and sex. Hands grabbed at her waist a few times, trying to pull her body against hard chests or grinding hips, but Amy kept pulling her away. Finally, they reached the near center of the dance floor and she stopped only to immediately start swaying with the bodies around them.

  The unfamiliar closeness of too many people wasn’t as overwhelming as she thought it would be. Instead, it felt comforting. Natural. Like being enclosed with so many other warm bodies was where she’d always belonged. Part of Jenna realized this was what Adam had been talking about when he asked earlier today if anything felt as if it were missing. In this moment, with her eyes closed, head thrown back, and surrounded by the feeling of soft and hard bodies swaying against her own, she knew this was what had been wrong. Hands grabbed her hips from behind before spinning her around. Turning, she now faced a sexy man with similar height, bronzed skin, and dark brown hair and eyes. He wrapped his arm around her lower back, pulling her closer until their hips met, moving them side to side with the music. As he turned them around while gyrating to the hard beat of the bass, she saw Amy sandwiched in between two guys, with a contented smile on her face and head tipped back to rest on the shoulder of one of the men.

  Looking back to the delicious bronzed specimen that she was dancing with, Jenna caught him looking over her shoulder as if upset, before he started to pull away. A different set of hands grabbed her around the waist from behind. With his body snuggled against her back, his scent settled around her like a comforting blanket and she knew who it was immediately. Adam. Her wolf wanted to be set free to roll around in that scent until they couldn’t tell it from their own. Her body heated instantly at the feel of him pressed against her. Her skin felt as if it was on fire wherever he touched. He pulled her hands up, wrapped them behind his neck so that the front of her body was open, exposed to him. Still swaying to the tempo, he ran his hands back down the inside of her arms, and down the sides of her ribs, until they settled low on her hips. Seconds passed, and then he forcefully pulled her butt back firmly against his groin. Which was swollen and rubbing against the small of her back.

  The feel of him made Jenna’s wolf want to howl. Growl at the pleasure of him holding their body so tightly against each other. Something deep in her soul, clicked into place, and suddenly she felt as if she had been waiting for Adam to hold her like this all along. That was a dangerous feeling. One that she couldn’t allow herself to explore. The wolf inside of her didn’t want to let any part of Adam go and tried negotiating with her human half of her that wanted to run away from him as fast as their legs could carry them. And if her human half won in the argument that was waging within, then it couldn’t be called cowardice. Right?

  It felt as if time stood still while Adam danced them through the never ending music. The heady beats of Nine Inch Nails came on with a song that seemed to ramp the lust up to impossible heights in the room. As they sang about mind numbing sex they grinded their bodies togethe
r, oblivious to everyone else around them. When small drops of sweat started to run down her neck, and her mouth became ridiculously dry, she forced herself away from his enticing body, moving towards the direction of the bar.

  Weaving through the crowds, Jenna saw Amy tucked in between two different men, dancing with her hands stroking the pecs of one wolf’s chest as she kissed him, their teeth clashing, and tongues sliding together seductively. The second wolf tightened his grip on her hips to grind his groin into her ass. Jenna may be a virgin, but she wasn’t shy about the prospect of sex. The three bodies entwining in their passionate dance was enough to amp up her already throbbing core. Pushing through the edges of the crowd, her eyes found Clay at their table whispering into the ear of an exceptionally attractive blonde. It looked like the entire club was here to hook up tonight. Keeping her original destination of the bar in sight, Jenna’s feet carried her ever closer to her goal when a large hand grabbed her arm, swiftly moving her into a small, dark alcove halfway to her destination.

  Hands crushed her to a masculine chest, and Adam’s aroused scent overwhelmed the area. His left hand wrapped around her waist, landing low on the small of her back, while his right hand grabbed the back of her neck, angling their faces closer together. His lips were hovering hesitantly over her own, as if he was giving Jenna that scant moment to make the decision to push him away. As much as her brain told her that pushing him away was exactly what she should do, the rest of her body wasn’t getting that message. No, her traitorous body was craving the same kind of explosive sex that the song was still droning on about in the background. Adam’s warm breath fanned her face as he leaned over until their lips were just skimming the others.

  He growled, “I’ve wanted to do this since the moment I saw you pointing that gun at me.”

  In a flash, his lips were crushing hers in a bruising kiss. Then running the tip of his tongue along the seam of her lips until she gasped at the tingling sensation He didn’t waste the opportunity to thrust his tongue inside her mouth. The wet, silky length slid against her own in a way that felt so carnal, it made her body heat instantly for him. As he kissed her thoroughly and sensually, unlike anything she could have ever dreamed of before, he let go of her neck to slide his hand down the sensitive length of her body. Rubbing the side of her breast on his path down to grasp both cheeks of her ass fiercely, he turned them around so that her back hit the wall behind them. He lifted her until the vee of her thighs cradled the hard length of him, and she wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him tighter against her now rolling hips. Their bodies were pressed so intimately together, not even air separated them. Her nipples hardened against the feel of his chest subtly rubbing them, causing him to groan into her mouth.

  Jenna felt her body hum with excitement, begging for more. With one hand clenched in his gorgeous auburn hair, and the other fisting his shirt, she rocked her core against him. Suddenly wishing that they were somewhere much more private, and with a lot less clothes on. Every nerve ending in her body that lay dormant through the years of self-denial flared with sensation. Urging her to finally give in and indulge in the ultimate forbidden act. Her wolf was practically rabid with the possibility of how it could be between her and the Alpha erotically pressed to the front of her. Demanding her physical attention. Her submission. What would sex be like between them?

  Hard. Rough. Sweaty bodies enmeshed in a dance and her claws raking down his back, her teeth nipping his swollen lips were the results of it. Her core grinded harder into his erection, and again he growled low in his chest. The sound shot Jenna’s arousal through the roof with the thought that nothing had ever sounded as wonderful as that gritty rumble while she was practically glued to him. She wished desperately that he was growling against something much more tender, that resided in the southern direction of her body.

  Tightening his grip on her ass, the pressure of his fingers biting into her muscles became a pleasure-pain kind of sensation as he ground right back into her. Letting her know just how equally hungry he was while they kissed each other desperately. Just when she didn’t think the moment could get any more decadent, her body started to vibrate. This had to be one of the best make out moments in the history of the world, if her body was actually vibrating.

  Wait. Vibrate?

  From the vicinity of her pocket, the vibrating sensation came again. Oh shit the phone. Cutting Adam’s kiss off abruptly, she pushed against his chest to put distance between them while her other hand dug into the jean’s pocket for her cell phone. Not realizing what she was doing, Adam tried to resume the kiss.

  Giving him another shove on the chest she huffed, “Adam, wait, my phone.”

  He snagged the hair on the back of her head, forcing her to face him as she pulled the phone out and tilted the screen to look at the caller ID. Her legs were still wrapped around his waist like a boa constrictor, and he in turn still had her trapped between his body and the wall while his lust filled gaze bored into hers.

  The screen read Capt. Nelson.

  Shit.

  Dropping her legs quickly, and shoving Adam away harshly, she ducked for the woman’s restroom door just three feet away from where they’d been making out like a couple of teenagers. Rushing into the bathroom, she answered at the last possible second before her voicemail could click on.

  “Hello?”

  “O’Conner! It’s Capt. Nelson. There’s a situation. You need to report to the station in the next thirty minutes and suit up.” Click.

  In the span of just a few seconds, Jenna went from club hoppin’ party girl to WPD SWAT officer on call. With new determination, she pushed out of the woman’s bathroom and strode quickly through the club. Oblivious to her surroundings, she started to calculate drive times and the location of her ‘Go’ bag that held her uniform and supplies. Reaching the entrance room to Pier Six, she stopped at the ticket counter to collect her helmet. The club’s music blared for a minute as the inner door opened and closed behind her.

  “Where are you going?”

  Glancing over her shoulder at Adam she catalogued his appearance; pink swollen lips from their kisses, wrinkled shirt, disheveled hair that seemed impossible given his natural state of messy-head-syndrome. Large, no make that abundantly large, bulge in his pants. That disturbing sense of right hit her again like a mack truck plowing through road kill on the highway. It hit her hard enough to scare the shit out of her, she started feeling like that road kill her imaginary mack truck had just obliterated. Adam roused emotions in her that she’d never experienced before. Her preoccupied brain took a second to think that this was not something she was ready to deal with. Perhaps it was best to cut this off now before it became anything more than a few kisses that practically rewrote the history

  The checkout girl handed her the helmet. “Sorry Adam, I’ve got to go. I’ve got less than thirty minutes to report to the station. Tell Amy and Clay I said bye.”

  Turning quickly, she headed out of the front entrance and started jogging to the back of the parking lot where her bike was sitting, pulling her helmet on in the process. As she backed her bike out of the spot, the sense of being watched prickled the hairs on the back of her neck, and she looked up. Adam stood braced against the club’s outer wall, bright amber eyes tracking her, while he stood with his arms crossed over his chest in a classic pose of easy dominance. His eyes telling her with a calculated gleam that he knew this was more than work calling her away. This was her using work to run away. From him.

  Amy and Clay burst through the club’s front entrance, watching her with questioning eyes as she maneuvered her bike around. Damn, she had to get out of this place fast. Gunning the motor she tore out of the parking lot like a pack of wolves were nipping at her heels. When reality was, she was leaving them safely behind.

  Chapter Five

  Forty minutes later Jenna was dressed in black BDU’s with freshly brushed teeth to hide the smell of alcohol that had long since metabolized out of her system. With the famil
iar weights of a gun on her hip and an assault rifle on her lap, she sat with the rest of her unit quietly heading to where a hostage situation now ensued at a popular restaurant in town. The taste of adrenaline and anticipation was coursing through her blood while she sat next to Kent, waiting for the van to arrive at the scene. When the squeal of tires finally came, Capt. Nelson signaled for them to wait while he obtained more details.

  Moments later they were gathered around a large fold out table with blue prints of the restaurant laid out before them. The Chief of Police stood with Capt. Nelson and four other officers that she had yet to identify, talking about possible points of entry. Finally, they looked up at them, and the Police Chief wiped the sweat off his brow with a handkerchief before he spoke.

  “Listen up! Here’s the situation. SWAT Team 2 was on assignment this evening to guard a group of Senators and their families at an informal dinner this evening. An hour ago eight men charged into the restaurant and somehow managed to take out the six members of Team 2 stationed inside. We have a confirmed two dead and the condition of the other four officers are unknown. They’ve shut the blinds so the three remaining Team 2 members who were stationed as snipers in some of the high rise buildings around us can’t get a clear shot. In that time, our negotiator has made contact, and they are issuing a ransom demand for ten million dollars or they say that the Senators and their families will die.” The sudden silence around the group magnified the severity of the situation as they all took steadying breaths.