Page 5 of Revelations

Reaching up to encircle her arms around his neck, Greylyn whispered in his ear. “Spotted any vamps yet or are you just getting your thrills?”

A killer smile was his answer. “Aw, can’t I have just a little fun?”

She shook her head in mock protest while wagging her finger at him. With a disappointed roll of his eyes and a sultry pout of his full lips, Jasper filled her in on the case. He did not drop the lusty couple act, though. His nose nuzzled her neck. One stray hand dropped to cop a feel of her derrière.

“It’s hard to make out who’s alive and who’s not in this lighting, but if I were a vampire looking to increase my clan of undead swingers, I’d target…that couple in the middle of the dance floor.” Jasper’s icy eyes shifted toward the couple in question.

Greylyn followed his gaze. A waif-thin blonde with glitter make-up clung desperately to a mass of muscles in denim just a few yards away. Yes, they fit the profile; at least, she did. Nothing but pure adoration poured from the woman’s glassy eyes. The man seemed to be enjoying himself immensely, if the bulge in his crotch was any indication. Everyone else on the overcrowded dance floor appeared to be just looking for a good time, whiledrinking their cares away.

Jasper snatched a couple of Jell-O shots from a passing server while Greylyn surveilled the couple. She was a pretty good reader of people, even from a distance. To really see into someone’s psyche, she had to touch the person. But she suspected that Jasper’s instincts were right on point.

Yes, the girl looked desperately in love with the guy. Her eyes never left him. Her hands continuously roved up and down his body seductively, but almost too clingy, as though she was trying too hard. She would easily agree to anything in order to be with him forever, in the very literal sense. However, the object of her affection did not ooze the same devotion. He pawed at her while they danced, but his eyes canvassed the room for other quarry.

Slinging back the shot, Greylyn took Jasper’s hand off her ass and led him toward the dance floor. Bodies writhed all around them in rhythm to an upbeat tempo—something about “Funky Cold Medina.” They squeezed through the tightly packed crowd. It would have been easier to get the Titanic through a crack in the iceberg than to maneuver to the spot she wanted next to the couple.

More than once, she felt someone grab her ass. Someone even had the nerve to slide a hand around to the other side, but Jasper’s audible growl sent the owner of the hand scurrying away fast. The last poor soul that tried to cop a feel of her in his presence had come away with a broken arm and a black eye. It would have been worse if she had not stepped in to stop him.

I hate clubbing.

As they reached the couple, Jasper suddenly turned Greylyn around so that her back was against his chest. He gyrated to the beat. Or was it called twerking now? The last time she’d cared to know what a dance move was called had been during the swing era.

Kissing her neck, he whispered, “Over in the corner.” With her guardian senses heightened, she was still barely able to hear him over the thumping music. There was no way a human could have caught what he said.

Greylyn immediately noticed the group of attractive, and uniquely pale, young men and women. They were not dancing, just watching. Watching with such feral intensity that it was not difficult for a trained observer to deduce they were a vampire clutch. Their collective eyes were riveted on the young couple next to them. They blended into the background so effortlessly, that none of the other bar patrons paid them any heed. It was as if they were invisible.

“Time to step up the action, sweetheart, if we’re going to out-do the X-rated display next to us,” Jasper muttered against the nape of her neck.

Yes, they would have to up their game. With the blonde rubbing up against her man in that fashion, they would be full-on having sex on the dance floor in minutes.

Normally, she would shy away from acting like a harlot, but the situation called for drastic measures. However, after upping the ante with flagrant PDA and rocking her hips against Jasper in rhythm to the beat of the music, heat crept up Greylyn’s neck. Unbidden thoughts arose of someone else’s body molded against her own. Her head fell back. Her eyes closed as smooth lips caressed her neck.

Thankfully, the moves did the trick. Sure enough, it only took until the middle of the second song for Greylyn to feel the eyes of the vampires trained on them—a change in the energy around them betrayed their attention, like standing too close to an overcharged electric fence. They certainly were not subtle.

Glancing over, every undead eye was glued on her and Jasper. For good measure, she cast a fewcome hitherglances their way.

Moments later, a wave of revulsion swept over her, threatening to bring the Jell-O shot back up, as one vamp boldly pressed his pelvis against her butt while moving through the throng of dancers. Another one trailed sharpened fingernails across the exposed part of her lower back, lingering on the low-waist hem of her jeans.

An unnatural chill permeated the air as the vampires enclosed them in a circle. She pretended to be oblivious to anyone but her dance partner and the sensual beat of a new song she did notrecognize. With a couple of seductive glances their way, however, she noticed thatthey would occasionally look in the direction of the other couple. Deciding more needed to be done to get and keep the vamps’ full, undivided attention, Greylyn rose on her tiptoes to press her lips to Jasper’s.

As their lips parted and their tongues stroked each other, he unexpectedly deepened the kiss with a guttural moan.

Oh, no. Hope he doesn’t enjoy this too much.

To her amazement, she found herself savoring the feeling of his soft, sensual lips on hers and the way he possessively held her to his body with his hands on her hips. There was a pleasant tingle that spread downward and out, but not the raging inferno that consumed her when she had locked lips with Kael.

Dammit! Stop thinking about him!

Jasper reached down and lifted her petite body off the ground while cupping her bottom with only one hand. The other hand latched onto the back of her neck, fisting his fingers into the tendrils of hair that had escaped the ponytail holder. Greylyn’s legs wrapped around his waist. Her hands roved over his powerful shoulders and downward to trace the chiseled biceps bulging beneath the tight cotton t-shirt that did little to hide his muscular perfection. Proof of his excitement pressed against her. No longer dancing, they insteadput on an erotic public display more suitable for cable television than a dance floor.

Someone muttered, “Get a room.”

Jasper answered with a raspy chuckle. “Oh, I plan to. Indeed, I fully intend…”

A familiar jolt rocked through her body suddenly as if she had been zapped with a taser. Her tongue ceased its trail up Jasper’s neck. Every muscle locked. Every nerve sizzled.

She did not have to look around to know that a pair of intense cognac-colored eyes studded with flecks of gold watched her. More importantly, the owner of those eyes was far from happy at what he saw. Turbulent waves of red-hot fury blasted Greylyn’s body. She had felt that before, the last time being three months earlier.

Kael.

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