Crap. All eyes were on her. She’d been too preoccupied upon first entering to notice. A glance showed her that each male in the place looked more beautiful and more savage than the next. Great, just what I need. Ravagers. The Voiders looked human enough until they took on the form of their guer, their fighting spirit. Werewolves come to life. Strong as hell yet kind of sexy, in Vicki’s opinion, unless you had to fight them.
Very few females sat in the crowd, and those that were…
Vicki stared so hard her eyes dried.
Against the back wall by the billiards, a seven-foot tall Ravager—in werewolf mode—screwed a half-naked woman in full view of anyone wanting to watch. The dozen other women sitting at tables or booths had a hand or a head between a male’s legs, or, in one case, her bare legs spread open wide on the bar, her naked breasts in the air and her head thrown back as one of the fellas went down on her while his buddy ordered a beer next to him.
This wasn’t MacT’s.
Chapter Three
“What’ll you have?”
Vicki swallowed hard and glanced up. A server, fully clothed thank God, stood waiting.
The only noises in the bar to be heard were the clinking of the bartender’s bottles and the slurping, sucking sounds of sex.
“Scotch. Straight.” Weirdest damn night of my life. And I know weird.
The server nodded and left. To Vicki’s relief, conversations resumed. Keeping her head down but her energy at the ready, she decided to wait it out in here as long as she could. Once Chen’s people and the Salinas had time to breeze by, she’d leave. Preferably out the back door.
A beer plunked down in front of her.
“Thanks, but I ordered a Scotch…” She trailed off as four men surrounded her small table.
“You’re new,” the tallest one said.
Vicki nearly swallowed her tongue. Nearly six and a half feet of pure menace studied her like a hungry wolf. Jeans, biker boots, and a black t-shirt clung to him, outlining nothing but muscle. He had ice-blue eyes, cropped black hair, and an attitude proclaiming him king of the mountain.
His buddies looked just as fierce. Like the rest of the Ravagers in the place, they had a wild, earthy quality. The men flanking the leader had short brown hair and brown eyes that studied her with intensity. The one on the right didn’t smile. His eyes darkened as he stared at her. The one on the left looked like a charmer as he assessed what he could see of her past the tabletop. He grinned and rumbled something she couldn’t decipher to the fourth man farthest from her.
The lone blond nodded. “She’s definitely sitting at our table.”
“Sorry.” Vicki stood to leave, and the four took a step closer.
Before she knew it, they’d moved the chairs and table out of the way. Nothing stood between her and them but a few feet of space. And no one around them seemed to care.
The tallest one held her beer out to her.
“You know what? You keep it,” Vicki said. “Again, my apologies for taking your table.” She met his gaze before realizing her mistake. Shit. Never look them in the eye. Not unless you want to lose a limb. She quickly glanced away.
“Our table. Right.” The blond cut off the small space between him and the wall she’d been eyeing. Her one avenue of escape now denied.
“Um, guys? You’re kind of crowding me.” One Ravager she might be able to handle. But four who looked like these predators?
“Good.” The charmer winked. “My tall friend here is Eric. I’m Logan, the pretty one.” The others snorted. “This is Jesse,” he said of the intense brown-haired male next to him. “And the blond is Dominic.”
She puzzled over the introductions. Maybe they didn’t mean to be so threatening?
“And you are?” Eric asked, the rumble of his voice vibrating along her nerves like a physical caress.
Squelching the urge to shiver, she answered, aware of his knowing gaze. “Vicki.”
“Vicki.” He savored her name. Heat licked at her womb. “How did you get in?”
“Ah,” she paused, wondering if she should tell the truth. “I, well…”
The front door burst open to admit Salinas like invading ants. The minute the lawmen understood they’d busted into a Ravager hangout, they tensed and drew weapons. Everyone in the bar froze. “We don’t want any trouble here. We’re searching for a young woman, five foot nine, long black hair. Yellow eyes.”
They’re brown, assholes.
“We seen that here?” the bartender asked.
Everyone around murmured denials, no love for the Salinas a common thread among Voiders.
Surrounded by four giants, Vicki felt safe enough from prying eyes. Hell, if everyone screwed the Salinas by withholding information, so much the better.
She let out a relieved sigh then noted her four new friends staring down at her with calculating expressions. “What?”
“Your eyes are unique, Vicki,” Eric said in a low voice. He cupped her face, his callused hands warm against her skin. “Salinas,” he said over his shoulder. “Why do you want this yellow-eyed woman?”
“She caused a public disturbance at Rock Hall, assaulted two women and three men, and stole private property from Mr. Chen.”
“Mister” Chen. Great. My luck to get the Salinas on Chen’s payroll. Some in the crowd chuckled while others began talking in louder voices.
“What’ll it be, Vicki?” Eric murmured.
“Be?” Damn him. She had a bad feeling he was offering a choice she didn’t want to make.
“The Salinas or us?”
By us, did he mean… All four of the men surrounding her seethed with energy. She could feel the arousal in each of them pulsing like a living thing. But Vicki didn’t have a choice. No way in hell could she go with the Salinas, especially if they meant to send her off with Chen. With these guys she stood a chance—granted, a slim chance in hell—of escaping intact.
“Damn it.” Vicki seethed, annoyed their arousal was stoking her own. First Chen, now Ravagers? Is this my night for Voider love or what? Swearing under her breath, she yanked Eric to her. Forcing him to bend to meet her mouth, she gave him her answer with a kiss that stole every thought in her head.
“Nobody here by that description, Salinas,” Dominic yelled. “Now get the hell gone.”
Other Ravagers seconded the sentiment.
Not sure if they’d left or not, Vicki didn’t care before remembering not to succumb to Eric’s wild taste. Basic need, raw sex, and a long, thick cock against her belly took a huge chunk out of her resistance.
He growled and pressed her hard against the wall, no longer accepting her kiss so much as taking charge of it.
The others stepped closer, caging Vicki and Eric together.
He used his whole mouth—tongue and teeth and lips—to turn her world upside down. One minute she’d been kissing him, the next he had his tongue down her throat and his hand on her breast.
No, not his hand. His hands were on her waist as he lifted her effortlessly. He wrapped Vicki’s legs around him and ground against her damp crotch.
Fingers pinched both her nipples with enough pressure to make her gasp.
Eric swallowed her cry as he dry humped her against the wall. He swallowed her pleas for more, stroked her lips and drew a drop of blood with sharp teeth. The pain only made the pleasure that much sweeter. Forget resistance. She wanted more.