Harlee really should be shocked at their behavior, but for the life of her all she could feel was an incessant, pounding ache between her legs. Her clit was a knot of needy nerve endings desperate for a touch, a lick, the flick of a finger—anything to release the pressure steadily building inside her. Had they drugged her, maybe something in the drinks? These feelings were so bizarre, so unlike her. Wild, primitive, making her think about doing things she’d never wanted to do before.

  “Makes you hot watching them, doesn’t it?” Adrian asked, palming her hip and drawing her closer.

  His erection pulsed with a life force that called to her, demanding she take notice. Not that she could have missed it. Part of her wanted to slide her hand behind her and palm his hard-on, test its length, its thickness, and caress it until he bent her over the railing in front of her and pounded his cock into her aching, needy pussy.

  Annmarie and Duncan weren’t helping one bit either. Annmarie rode Duncan’s thigh as if she were impaled on his cock. Her nails dug into the bare flesh of his upper arms, her head tilted back as she gyrated against him. Duncan held her on his leg with one huge hand, squeezing her buttocks and letting her seek her pleasure. His jaw clenched tight, sweat dripping from his brow. His hard-on was huge and straining against his jeans. Harlee half expected him to unzip his pants and plunge it into Annmarie right there on the dance floor. Oh, hell, she hoped he would. She was dying to see it, needed to see it in a way she couldn’t explain.

  “Answer me, Harlee.”

  She didn’t want to. Or at least one half of her didn’t want to. The part of her that feared these unfamiliar sensations, this need to break free and go completely wild like Annmarie. It had to be drugs. She’d never felt like this before. This wasn’t her normal behavior at all.

  Adrian rocked against her, pressing his cock against her ass. Heat seared her pussy. It wept its need for him, for his shaft. She bit down on her lip to keep from begging him to fuck her.

  “You can’t hide from me,” he whispered, his breath sailing across her cheek. “I can smell you. You’re hot, aroused and desperate to come. I’ll bet if you were alone you’d run to the ladies room and fuck yourself, wouldn’t you, baby?”

  Oh, God, how could he know how she felt? How could he have tapped into the need that poured from her when she’d tried her best to remain immune and completely still?

  “A vampire’s senses are acute, Harlee. When you learn to bring out your own, you’ll know. We see more, feel more, can sense emotions and smell blood, fear, excitement and lust on another. Right now I can tell you how many times your heart beats in a minute. It’s faster than normal because you’re turned on watching Annmarie ride Duncan’s thigh. The tangy scent of your blood calls to me as one vampire calls to another. It’s inexplicable, yet as elemental to us as breathing is to humans.”

  He slid one hand down her arm and over her hip, letting it rest there, kneading her flesh as he pumped his denim-clad shaft against her backside. Her legs trembled and she fought to still her rasping breaths.

  “I can smell your pussy,” he continued, “that sweet, musky scent of aroused female that makes me want to draw your hair aside and sink my teeth into your neck.” He moved her hair away, his hot breath teasing the small curls at her nape. She could almost feel the soft touch of his tongue against her skin and shuddered, fighting the urge to beg him to press his lips against her throat, to bite her.

  “Do you like to be bitten, Harlee? Maybe no one’s ever bitten you, but I’ll bet you wanted them to. And not just on your neck either. I’ll bet you’d like me to take a little taste of your inner thigh, wouldn’t you? Or even better, scrape my teeth against your clit until you scream and flood my face with your come.”

  A moan escaped her lips. She couldn’t stand this. It wasn’t fair. Unaccustomed to being seduced, she could only hang there helpless, suspended on a rack of aching desperation, with Adrian her only rescue. She needed him. She didn’t want to, but dammit she needed him.

  “Now, admit that watching Annmarie fuck herself against Duncan’s thigh turns you on. Tell me you want the same thing, that sweet release that only I can give you right now.”

  She’d always prided herself on her grit, her inner strength, but right now every ounce of self-control she’d ever possessed had fled, leaving in its wake raw need and an arousal so potent it brought her to tears. “Yes, goddamit! I want it, Adrian!”

  Adrian groaned in triumph, his cock so hard it could easily burst free of his pants. Christ, he’d never wanted a woman as much as he wanted Harlee. And her resistance to what she obviously wanted only increased his lust. Because he knew she fought demons inside herself, knew she wasn’t holding back because she didn’t need him, but because she did need him. And it scared her.

  Hell, it scared him too, but he was powerless to resist her. He was as much under her spell as she was under his, and he’d waited long enough already. Moving his hand under her skirt, he caressed the smooth flesh of her buttocks, inhaling her scent, letting it fill him and boil his blood. The tiny thong she wore was the only barrier between his questing fingers and her pussy. He slipped his hand between the flimsy material and her skin and yanked hard, the panties giving way easily. Free of that encumbrance, he searched between her taut buttocks, smiling when she tensed as his fingers brushed against her anus.

  “You’d like me to take you there, wouldn’t you?” he whispered, his tongue flicking out to capture her earlobe while he teased the tiny puckered hole of her ass. Instead of flinching, she moved against his fingers, her shuddering breath signaling her assent. God, she tasted sweet, her skin a sugared honey that just made him hungry to lick her everywhere else. He moved his hand further in and felt the moist cream of her arousal dripping from her slit. Shuddering, he pressed his throbbing cock against her hip. The need to be inside her drove him, his cock pulsing as he imagined how hot and tight she’d be.

  Regaining control of his senses, he also knew she wasn’t ready to be taken just yet, and for some reason it was important that she was. He was satisfied enough right now, just touching her, smelling her and feeling her body tremble against his.

  When he slid one finger between the swollen folds of her cunt, she gasped, her body going rigid before shuddering and spilling liquid desire all over his hand. Her pussy pulsed and latched onto his finger like a life preserver, squeezing as he worked it all the way in.

  “You are so fucking hot,” he whispered, pumping his finger in and out in time to the driving beat of the music. “Will your pussy grab my dick the same way, Harlee?” He could already imagine her tissues surrounding him, taking all of him in and then tightening around his shaft. His balls ached for release, but he was more interested in her release.

  “Watch them,” he said, slipping another finger into her pussy. “Watch Duncan and Annmarie and imagine he’s doing that to you.”

  Duncan had turned Annmarie toward them. She gripped the railing of the dance floor as he positioned himself behind her, his hand lifting the front of her skirt so he could pet her bare pussy.

  Harlee saw the silver ring dangling from the hood of Annmarie’s clit, imagining the exquisite pleasure a woman could feel when that tiny little loop was played with. Duncan did just that, covering her sex with his large hand and moving it back and forth over Annmarie’s pussy, flicking the ring with his finger and circling her clit with deliberate caresses.

  She’d never watched another couple have sex before. Her breath caught and held as sensations bombarded her. The visuals of Duncan’s fingers sliding into Annmarie’s pussy, the look on her face when he buried his long, thick fingers deep inside her then used his other hand to play with her clit. Adrian’s movements mirrored Duncan’s as if he too watched them play and wanted to give Harlee the same pleasure.

  Her pussy quaked and squeezed, tightening around Adrian’s hot fingers. Cream spilled from her and trickled down her thighs, further evidence of her fierce arousal. She felt wanton, wicked and thoroughly exposed, yet the thought that others might be watching her in the same way she watched Duncan and Annmarie didn’t bother her as much as she had imagined it would. She looked around, noticing only the frantic gyrations and groping of the other couples who paid no attention to what Adrian was doing to her.

  Yet it still excited her to know that he touched her here, in public, where anyone could watch the action. Past the point of reason, she didn’t care if anyone looked, if an entire crowd gathered to cheer her. Her only focus right now was on the incredible sensations Adrian evoked as he pulled his fingers from her pussy and swirled her lubrication over her swollen clit.

  Shards of intense pleasure shot straight to her core, her bud a tight knot of sensitized nerve endings just waiting to explode. Duncan leaned Annmarie back against his chest, her legs spread wide as he fucked her pussy relentlessly with his fingers. Annmarie watched her, smiling as if she understood Harlee’s pleasure, seemingly oblivious to the fact that her skirt was hiked up over her hips, her pussy exposed for everyone to see. Duncan’s face was filled with tight determination as he played Annmarie’s clit like a musician who intimately knew exactly what to do to make his instrument sing. His gaze was trained on Harlee too and a sexy smile lit up his turquoise eyes. It was the most erotic thing Harlee had ever seen or done and added fuel to the flame ready to explode inside her.

  “Your pussy’s tightening around my fingers, Harlee,” Adrian said, his voice tight and husky. “Damn, I want my cock inside you when you come. And I will…soon. You can bet on it. Now come for me, baby. I want to feel your cream pouring over my hand.”

  At that moment Annmarie thrust her pussy against Duncan’s hand. Her head tilted back and sharp canines slid down over her eyeteeth. She growled, snarled, the look on her face a mix of ecstasy and feral heat. She was coming.

  Harlee was damn close to doing the same thing. Adrian plunged his fingers deep, using his other hand to tug at her clit.

  An orgasm rocketed through her entire body, making her shudder and cry out as a flood of cream poured from her. Her pussy squeezed Adrian’s fingers as waves of pleasure crashed over her. She held onto his arms like a lifeline, digging her nails into his skin. Her climax was relentless, cataclysmic in intensity. She rode it out, gnashing her teeth and crying out until her lungs hurt.

  Adrian held her until she found her balance again, then smoothed her skirt down. Duncan and Annmarie stepped off the dance floor. He didn’t even hold her hand and she didn’t seem to mind. Harlee supposed for them, it had been nothing more than just a little foreplay. From what she gathered, sex was as natural to vampires and lycans as breathing.

  “After that wild ride, I need a double,” Annmarie said with a wink as she stopped in front of them. “Looks like you had a pretty good time too,” she added. “I’ll order you another drink.”

  Duncan followed, stepping up to her and reaching for her hand, pressing a kiss to her palm. “Thanks for the visual,” he said, then headed back to their table.

  Despite the crashing orgasm that curled her toes, Harlee admitted a tiny sense of disappointment in the whole thing. Didn’t anyone feel anything besides the physical rush of pleasure? Was sex really as unimportant and matter-of-fact as she thought? Maybe she put too much emphasis on it. It wasn’t like Adrian or Duncan had any feelings for her, or she for them. So what was the big deal?

  He hadn’t even kissed her. That was the big deal. There had been touching. Hot, mind-numbing touching. But she hadn’t tasted him. Okay, so it was important to her. So she was a romantic at heart. So what? She’d never let on that the episode had been anything more than a physical release. And she’d sure as hell needed that.

  She turned to head to the table, but Adrian’s hand around her upper arm stopped her. She looked up at him, shocked at the look of primal, unhidden lust in his eyes. A quick glance at his crotch told her he was still as hard as stone. She might have gotten release, but he didn’t. Would he ask her to get him off now? Right there in front of everyone? If sex meant so little to them, she had no doubt that’s why he stopped her.

  “Touch me,” he demanded, reaching for her hand and placing it on the huge bulge straining against his jeans.

  Harlee felt the throbbing beat of his pulse, unable to resist pressing her palm over his erection. Adrian sucked in a breath, then grabbed her wrist and pulled her hand away, using his hold on her to jerk her against his chest. His lips covered hers, taking in her shocked gasp. His tongue invaded her mouth, not hard and insistent like she expected, but soft and exploratory, gently stroking her tongue and sliding his lips against hers in a gentle, sensual way that rocked her libido all over again. She whimpered at the tenderness of his mouth against hers, wishing she could spend hours just kissing him, but he pulled away, his glassy eyes meeting hers, tension evident in the hard muscles straining under her hands.

  “I’m so goddamned hard I could explode right now,” he said. “But I’m saving that for when I’m inside you. When I can undress you slowly, kiss every inch of your body starting with that sexy mouth of yours. Then I’ll bury my cock in you and really make you scream, because what happened just now wasn’t nearly enough, Harlee. Get ready for it, because it’s going to happen.”

  He walked away, leaving her standing there, her jaw dropping at his words. Shock left her unable to move. Her mind couldn’t process all that had happened. Though a small part of her screamed for logic, to realize she was now alone, that she should make a run for it, her body betrayed her, compelling her to move back to the table and sit down with them.

  No. She had to fight against the urge to go to them. This might be her one and only chance to break free, to run like hell back to safety, and shake off whatever magical spell they’d placed on her.

  Scanning the room, she took a few steps back, then entered the throng of dancers. They’d simply think she was looking for a bathroom, even started to head in that direction just in case they were watching her.

  She found the restrooms, all right, but there was no exit door anywhere. Hurriedly searching the rest of the club, she soon realized that the only door was the front door, and she couldn’t get to it without passing Adrian, Duncan and Annmarie.

  Shit! She had to think, find a way out.

  “Are you okay?”

  The touch of a hand on her shoulder had her gasping in shock. She whipped around to find Annmarie standing there.

  “I’m fine. Just…looking for the restroom.”

  Annmarie grinned. “It is kind of crowded in here and hard to find anything if you’re unfamiliar. Come on, I’ll show you.”

  Having no choice but to follow, she went with Annmarie, knowing her one and only chance of escape was gone. And she still felt woozy, like she’d had too much to drink. Her mind and body felt strangely hot. Her thoughts were full of sex, the need to return to Adrian and Duncan nearly overwhelming and driving her into a fully aroused state once again.

  What the hell was happening to her?

  SIX

  Harlee sat quietly at the breakfast table, afraid to even look up from her plate. If she did, she knew she’d turn a bright crimson having to face Duncan, Adrian and Annmarie.

  She’d lain awake nearly the entire night, tossing and turning and unable to sleep despite the blistering orgasm Adrian had given her. That was one of the reasons she couldn’t sleep. How could she have allowed herself to let go like that? It had to be some kind of mind trick, a drug or something that made her act the way she had, because it certainly wasn’t her typical behavior to allow a guy to slip his fingers inside her pussy and take her over the edge in the middle of a dance club. Her own body betrayed her, and these mixed-up desires and emotions she felt weren’t her own feelings, but something they’d implanted in her.

  What else could possibly explain her complete turnaround in personality?

  “You’re quiet this morning, Harl. Is something wrong?”

  She did a quick lookup from her plate, smiled at Annmarie and said, “No, I’m fine. Just concentrating on my food.” Then she looked down again.

  “You haven’t touched it,” Adrian said.

  She refused to look at him. Already the heat singed her cheeks and neck, embarrassment flooding her skin with a rush of warmth. “I’m not hungry.”

  “Lass, look up,” Duncan coaxed, his voice soothing and gentle.

  With a deep sigh, she lifted her head to find three pairs of eyes focused on her. This was worse than she could have imagined. What must they think of her?

  “What’s wrong?” Duncan asked.

  “Nothing’s wrong. I just didn’t sleep well last night.”

  “Well, hell, woman,” Adrian said. “I made you come so hard you were screaming. If that didn’t relax you enough to sleep, I don’t know what would.”

  Oh God, did they always talk so matter-of-factly about sex?

  “I slept like the dead last night,” Annmarie quipped, shooting a wink at Duncan. Duncan replied with a nod and a half smile that kicked the heat in the room up another ten degrees.

  She was going to simply sit there and self-combust.

  “Are you embarrassed about what happened last night?” Adrian asked.

  “No!” she shouted, then winced as she realized the denial only confirmed his statement.

  “Honey, we told you that we’re pretty frisky and out there with sex,” Annmarie explained. “It’s really no big deal.”

  “It is to me. Sex means something to me. I don’t take it lightly and I don’t…do what I did last night.”

  “You’re changing,” Adrian said. “The vampire blood within you is calling to your sex drive.”

  “And the lycan blood within her,” Duncan countered.

  “True,” Annmarie added. “The combination is pretty heady. Add the two together and it’s no wonder it hit you so hard and so fast.”

  Or maybe they were controlling her and making her act this way. Just being in the same room with Duncan and Adrian this morning made her body fire up hot and ready. Her panties were wet and it was only eight-thirty in the morning. She was hot, aroused and primed for sex. Over breakfast. Geez, there was definitely something wrong with her. She had to get away from these two men, away from this environment that created havoc inside her mind.