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It’s true I couldn't care less about this club, but it is reassuring to be deeper into town where there’s an extra layer of protection from the Soultracker.

Noah nods, yet his heart is beating a million miles a minute. “I’ve just… never been to a kink club before.”

I smile at that. “We don’t have to do anything, little mate. The others are really only here for blood. We can just have a drink and try to relax.”

Noah’s shoulders drop, and he nods before taking to the stairs, leading me deeper into the darkness.

Pulling aside the curtain at the bottom platform has Noah gasping. It’s a sight not many people get to witness. Especially humans who are so new to this world. Beyond our quiet corner on the stairs, the club is alive.

From flickering strobe lights, red LEDs outlining the walls and more couches and cushions to count, the entire lower level is open for all kinds of beings to relinquish their frets and lean into their desires.

Witches with their peaked hats wander in clusters while shadow folk sit in dark corners, drinking in the gloom. I can spot a few other vamps from neighboring colonies, yet they keep to themselves.

But what catches everyone's attention is the growing mass of sensually dancing bodies on the dance floor at the center of the room. With a mix of witches, shifters, werewolves, and other kinds of folk, their scents are like a punch to the face. Yet for everyone else, including my own colony, who have now infiltrated the group, their smells and sounds are as enticing as catnip.

“Want a drink, sweetheart?” I ask, unable to hide my smirk as Noah stares at the club like he’s forgotten how to breathe. He can’t even manage a response as a large wolf with grey fur passes us.

“W-Wolf,” Noah stutters. His eyes don't leave the animal even as it shifts, its fur falling into dust as it molds into a man. A very naked man.

I clasp Noah’s hand and pull him towards the bar while fighting a growl from exploding in my chest.

I don’t mind Noah looking—hell, curiosity is stitched into his bones. But if he gets the chance, I know he’ll have the werewolf pinned down with question after question. And likely give the man the wrong impression. I’m not in the mood to fend off a pack of pissed-off wolves tonight.

I order us two cocktails and pull Noah against my side. “Do you see Harlan?”

Noah’s gaze reaches where Harlan sways his hips against a large werewolf. He smiles cunningly up at the man who’s practically drooling with lust.

Vampires and werewolves go back many millennia. It was a time of great anguish when werewolves suffered terminal shifts. Their human bodies couldn’t take the change, and many died. Vampires aided the wolves with their eternal blood in return for an everlasting alliance. But it still doesn’t mean we actively seek each other out.

We both watch in silence as Harlan’s eyes turn pitch black and he speaks a single word that Noah can’t hear, but I can.

“Relinquish.”

The werewolf slowly grows sluggish in his movements, his eyes glaze over, and his shoulders loosen. Under the flicker of strobe lights, Harlan’s fangs drop from his gums. Sharp like scalpels and as long as vipers’, they nearly scrape his lower lip despite his jaw being fully extended.

Noah hisses and flinches as Harlan twists in the werewolf’s grasp and sinks his fangs into the man's chest, through the shirt and all. The results are immediate as a plume of the werewolf’s lust explodes through the room and sets off a frenzy as each vampire targets their next meal.

More and more heat and sex charges the air, and my own gums ache as my fangs beg to descend. “Harlan can compel anyone to do anything he likes.”

Noah watches my colony as they feed, his lower lip stuck between his teeth.

“Ambrose can take other’s pain for them.” I nip at Noah’s ear, enjoying the way he gasps at the sudden burst of hurt. “And Cassius is nearly indestructible. He can harden his body to become stronger than diamond.”

I watch as my mate takes in the new knowledge of my colony's quirks and abilities. He shifts against me as he adjusts himself in his trousers. I smirk.

Our drinks arrive, and both Noah and I throw back a large gulp. But it does nothing to quench my thirst.

“Is it hot in here?” Noah flutters his jacket, and a sheen of sweat blooms across his temples.

“Possibly.” I grasp his waist and bend down to kiss his neck. “Let’s find a dark and mysterious corner to do devious and forbidden things, little mate.”

Noah shivers as his own spicy scent envelopes me and I groan. Pulling his hips into mine, I grind my hardening length against his backside and enjoy the way my mate's scent thickens in response.

“Lead the way, Sir,” Noah purrs up at me and I think for a moment my heart might have skipped a beat.

Sir.

I don’t think even death could wipe this memory from my soul. Noah tips his head back, looking up at me through thick lashes, and when his tongue slips out to wet his shining lips, every possessive instinct inside me roars to the surface. I want to mark him right here, in front of everyone. To leave a bite so deep that everyone within a 100-mile vicinity knows, Noah is mine.