Surrender in Moonlight

Excerpt From: Surrender in Moonlight

The crowd outside the club wrapped around the block, past the Chinese take-out place Reece had parked his bike in front of. With all the scantily dressed women waiting to get into Dry Ice, he figured he’d have his pick at a playmate for the evening.

The way Reece Evans thought, if there were this many hotties still standing outside, they must have an overabundance in the club. That was all right with him. He bypassed them all, making his way to the front gate quickly. Greeting the door guy, he slipped him a fifty and went inside, bee-lining to the bar. The women around were sexy, slowly getting drunk and dancing, some simply checking him out. He knew he was attractive—most of his kind was. They’d never know what he was, never know he was a predator just below the surface, and that was fine with him. The Archon would indeed be pissed if he had some admirers that knew of his heritage.

It wasn’t like he was looking for a mate or Mrs. Right. Reece was looking for Mrs. Right Now, and damn if he wasn’t on the prowl for her tonight.

So many to choose from, he thought as he scanned the room, opening his senses to find exactly what he looked for. He got so many feelings, so many confirmations of what he wasn’t looking for, it was slightly discouraging. The crowd was thick with demons, some fey, which were fun if you found the right one, a wolf or two, which was odd as the town was indeed snake and cat territory, and an elemental or two. No cats tonight? Pity. That kitty the other night did indeed have claws. I should give her a call.

His scans stopped dead when he felt another snake in the club. Reece knew he was the only one of the upstate nest to frequent the club. As of right now, he was the only unmated male at the nest aside from Andy, but Andy Derelle was too ‘upscale country club’ to be slumming with him in a normal club. He relaxed a bit and thought. Rogue? Since it’s not one of ours, it’s gotta be rogue.

The last invited snake to the upstate nest was Chrissy, who was mated to Remy and expecting, despite Reece’s best attempt at getting her attention. He’d gotten a broken nose for his trouble and a seething hatred from her, which wasn’t anything new. Reece liked a certain kinda woman, and it was apparent Chrissy Stanford wasn’t the kind who liked him back.

He homed in on the snake. She was a small brunette dressed in leathers with a riding jacket stretched over her ample breasts, barely covering them. The zipper of the jacket was pulled up halfway, her cleavage creating a delightful feast for his eyes. He grabbed his beer and smiled, walking over to where the pretty pixie stood by the wall, her big brown eyes rimmed in kohl, her lips a sweet berry colour. His cock throbbed as he looked at her, licking his lips. His thoughts went from flirting to fucking, especially as he watched her purse her pouty lips.

He ended up next to her, put his arm up on the wall and smirked. “So should I buy you a drink? Or just take you in the back?”

She turned and looked up at him. Annoyance flickered briefly over her face. “Drink?” She looked him up and down, taking all of him in. Her eyes flashed with heat. “Well, I suppose my beer is running on empty.”

He grinned at her and passed her the beer he’d picked up on the way. “What do you know, same brand and everything? It’s fate, little one. So,” he said as he got closer to her and breathed in. “What’s your name?” She smelled richly of leather and faintly of gardenia, like the breeze that filtered through the windows at the compound in summer.

She took the beer and wrapped her lips around the top, sucking gently as she tipped it.

“Carmen, just Carmen. Don’t ever shorten it. It doesn’t work.” She took another swig of beer. “And don’t call me little…” She trailed off, distracted by something in the crowd. Turning her back on him, she started walking into the wall of people.

Little chit has some spice, doesn’t she? He followed after her, enjoying the way her ass moved in the tight leather pants. She was very sexy, but as a snake, it was her nature. Snake women could do things with their bodies, their tongues…

Reece groaned at the thought of what that pretty mouth would look like at the base of his cock, his length shoved down her throat, and he wanted nothing but. The trick was to get her to agree.

They had made it to the centre of the crowd, where the dance floor had less people, when he caught up to her. Grabbing her by the hips, he grinned, and ground his hard cock into her leather-clad ass. “Now, Carmen,” he hissed in her ear. “I did buy you that beer, Pet. Don’t I at least get a dance out of you?”

She leaned back into him, smiling lightly. “I suppose you did. Plus I just missed my ride.” She rubbed almost painfully against him before turning and raking herself along his body. “I’m just gonna have to find a new one, aren’t I?”

“I can give you a ride, love, though I would prefer it if I rode you.” His mouth went to her ear and nibbled. “So what’s a snake without a nest doing in town? I would have known if you were invited.” His whisper held venom then he chuckled. “Bad form to come where you’re not invited, but your secret’s safe with me.”

She smiled, “I’m sure we can arrange some sort of ride exchange. I’m very…flexible in that department,” she answered, avoiding his question. Her little hands slipped all over his body in time to the music.