Big Bad Bite (8 page)

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 together, 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.”