Page 89 of Wolf Bound

“Move it. The space is saved for a special guest tonight. Move along. Find another parking space or face the ban,” the employee said.

The driver pulled forward like he was going to run over Fisher and Everett, but the employee reached in through the driver’s window and grabbed the guy’s keys. The employee pulled his phone out of his pocket. “I’m calling 911 to get the police out here for threatening us with the pickup.”

The driver tried to get out of his truck, but Fisher and Everett made sure he couldn’t open the door.

“The police are on their way,” the club employee said.

All over a parking spot. Fisher smelled vodka on the guy’s breath and figured he was already drunk and hadn’t even made it into the club to drink yet.

A couple of patrol cars arrived, and two cops got out to question everyone. The one cop forced the driver out of his pickup and made him do a sobriety test. Then the passenger in the car, who hadn’t been drinking, and was a good friend of the driver, was going to take his truck home for him.

In the meantime, the police got Fisher, Everett, and the employee’s statements and arrested the drunk pickup driver who had threatened to run them over with the truck. Then the friend drove the truck off, and Demetria, who was waiting for the parking spot, pulled right in.

The employee thanked Fisher and Everett for coming to his aid, and Demetria and Kira joined the guys and were shaking their heads. Before they even went inside, they could hear the beautiful Latin music playing inside. The employee opened the door for them and then they all went inside. It was crowded with club patrons drinking at tables, dancing on the dance floor, colorful lights flashing through live ferns, rubber trees, vining plants, and banana trees. Some club dancers were wearing faux leopard or jaguar skins and dancing high above on platforms.

“This place is amazing,” Fisher said.

“Yeah, isn’t it?” Kira said. “I knew you would love it. You can smell mostly jaguars in here. Isn’t that the coolest thing? A couple of wolves, beside us. And lots of humans.”

The guy that had been protecting their parking space led them to a prime table close to the dance floor, which surprised both Fisher and Kira, but he was glad for it because all the tables with seats and the ones for people to stand at were all taken.

Animal sounds from parrots calling to each other, an occasional elephant trumpeting, and monkeys howling added to the ambience. Jaguar print covered the seats they were sitting on, and hibiscus flowers were in vases at each of the tables, giving the setting a South American feel. Jungle scenes had been painted on all the walls featuring every kind of jungle cat there was from jaguars, cougars, ocelots, margays, jaguarundis, and other wild cats of South America.

Everett ordered a drink called a Jaguar made of tequila, Amer Picon, and Chartreuse, but Demetria recommended against it. “Everett likes the slightly bitter drink. Not me. I’m all for nice and sweet.”

“That’s because you’re so sweet,” Everett said.

She leaned over and licked his lips. “You see how he says all the right words?” She ordered a peach margarita.

“Or he would be in trouble,” Kira said, ordering a Big Bad Wolf made of Curacao, apricot brandy, cream, and grenadine. “I can’t believe Strom changed the cocktail menu to include a wolf drink.”

“Yeah, but you notice it’s the big bad wolf,” Demetria said.

They all laughed.

Fisher picked the strawberry margarita. Before they were delivered, he rose from the table and asked Kira if she wanted to dance.

Kira smiled and took hold of his hand. “Oh, absolutely. Here we are mated, and we haven’t ever danced with each other.”

“There are so many things we need to explore about each other.” Then he led her to the dance floor and was so glad to be doing this with her. It was crowded, and normally he wouldn’t like to dance on a floor this filled with partygoers, but with Kira, it worked just fine as he kept her close and rubbed his body against hers. She leaned against him with her hot little body and danced her heart out. Their hearts were beating like crazy, and he could smell her arousal as they danced nice and close to the sizzling, Latin tunes. He loved dancing with her like this, but he was so ready to take her back to her apartment and make love to her too.

“Now we know something else we can do when we want a night out,” Kira said, kissing his cheek and licking his lips.

He nuzzled her behind her ear. “Oh, yeah, there isn’t anything quite as wild, fun, and exotic as this in Greystoke. But they have a nice western-themed dance club that would be fun to go to.”

His mouth caressed her skin, and she shivered. “That sounds great.”

The heat of their bodies pressed together as they danced among the other couples moving on the dance floor. But they had eyes only for each other as they moved across the floor in each other’s arms, her head against his shoulder. He kissed the top of her head, sliding his hand over her back in a subtle caress.

She moved her hands to his back and slipped her hands lower until she was enticingly touching his buttocks. At the same time, she began pressing her leg between his and giving a gentle rub. Man, his mate was going to send him over the edge soon, but he loved the way she danced so sexily. The club’s atmosphere, the music, the other dancers, the scenery, not to mention just how enticing his mate was—all helped to encourage “misbehaving,” he thought, loving this with her.

“Before the ice melts in our drinks, do you want to stop and enjoy them?” Kira asked once they had finished their fourth dance.

“Yeah, and Everett and Demetria are still sitting at the table so they may be waiting for us to return so they can dance. And I need to cool down before I embarrass myself.”

Kira laughed. “I love you.”

He smiled and kissed her mouth. “I love you too.”

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