Page 90 of Wolf Bound

They returned to the table to enjoy their drinks topped with colorful parasols and cherries and took their seats.

“We’re going to dance if you all are taking a break,” Demetria said, snagging Everett’s hand. “We didn’t want to lose the table if we should all dance at the same time.”

“They wouldn’t dare,” Kira said.

They all laughed, and the jaguars headed to the dance floor.

“This is so much fun,” Fisher said.

“I’m glad you like it. It’s frequented by jaguars, of course, but I was in here once when a couple of lions were here. That was an experience and a half. I kept thinking that I was mistaken.”

“Lions. That’s something I would never have imagined.”

“Me either. They were just passing through Houston when they saw the club and were drawn to it. They were amazed to see it was a jaguar shifter club.”

“I bet.”

“So one of the things I want to do is go rock climbing sometime with you. Mountain climbing. You know, after I had to free climb when you were shot, I realized I need to get back into that.”

“I would love to do that with you. They have a rock-climbing wall in a gym in Greystoke that we can get a subscription for, and we can go to the national park anytime to get in some climbing.”

“That would be great.”

They drank from their cocktails when a tall, blond-haired man—a jaguar—came over to the table and smiled at Kira, reaching out his hand. “Dance with me?”

“Uh, no, thanks. We’re recently mated.”

The jaguar glanced at Fisher as if he suddenly realized Kira had a mate. Fisher smiled, raising his brows, waiting for the guy to honor Kira’s words.

“Alright. Your loss,” the jaguar said, then headed straight to another table where a couple were sitting, enjoying a conversation and drinks. When he asked the accompanied jaguar woman to dance with him, the guy with her rose from his seat, he didn’t speak a word, but pulled back his fist and socked the jaguar in the jaw. The jaguar fell back and raised his fists, ready for a full-on fight.

Neither Fisher nor Kira had seen it coming. The jaguar who had gotten punched, didn’t either.

At the same time, the bouncer headed their way, and he hauled the jaguar, who was causing trouble with accompanied ladies, out of the club.

Fisher sighed. “Hell, I should have done that.”

“What? Punched the guy?” Kira asked, taking hold of Fisher’s hand and leaning over to kiss him.

“Yeah.”

“No way. What if the bouncer had tossed out the guy that had thrown the punch instead? Besides, you showed confidence in your masculinity by letting me handle the situation, which I appreciated, by the way. Now if the jaguar hadn’t taken no for an answer, we both could have shown him the error of his ways.”

Fisher smiled. “Yeah, for sure.” Knowing Kira was a USF agent, he felt more comfortable about her being able to deal with someone who was trouble, but even so, he would have gotten between them if the guy had made a move to force Kira to dance with him.

Then Everett and Demetria rejoined them, Everett smiling and shaking his head. “That dude found out the hard way that you don’t try to pick up some other guy’s date at the club.”

Fisher immediately thought Everett might have believed he should have stood up and socked the guy like the jaguar had done.

Demetria and Everett sat down at the table and she said, “It’s a good thing you didn’t do that, unless you were defending Kira if the guy had put his hand on her, though she would have shown him that was the wrong thing to do. But our boss wouldn’t have gone along with how the jaguar had protected his girlfriend or mate.”

Then Fisher was relieved he had done the right thing.

“More dancing?” Fisher asked Kira.

“Absolutely. If we didn’t have to go in early to have you go through your training, I would say we should stay here until the club closes for the night, but we all have to be at our best tomorrow.”

“Besides,” Fisher said, pulling her close and working up the heat again, “I want to finish the night off in the best way possible.”

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