I raised an eyebrow. "Is it safe for you to drop your shields? I mean, you're stopped right outside an overflowing wolf nightclub - won't the combination of auras be overwhelming?"
"No."
"Why not?"
He hesitated. "Because I won't be dropping my shields. I'll hear you through them."
"How?"
"We've shared blood. Psychically, I'm now more attuned to you."
"Meaning you can read my thoughts anytime?"
"No, because your shields are too strong. But drop them, and call, and I'll be there."
If I called now, would he come? Not to me, but with me? In me? Somehow, I doubted it. And besides, if Misha was behind any of this, I needed to be at fever pitch. Needed my aura to hit him hard and fast, so that he had no time to think, just react. And during our mating, I'd get my answers - either verbally, or by reading his mind
"I have no idea how long this will take."
He shrugged. "I'm not going anywhere."
So he said. I put my hand on the door handle, then hesitated. "Quinn - "
"There's nothing between us," he said softly. "Nothing other than great sex, anyway."
He wasn't wrong - as yet, there was nothing more than great sex. But we'd only known each other a few days, and the indications were, even then, that there could be something else there. Whether it was a deeper relationship or simply friendship and good sex was something only time would tell. And no matter what warnings Rhoan and Liander might give, I was more than willing to chance fate and explore options. "Great sex is somewhere to start."
His gentle smile made my heart do a familiar flip-flop. "I am not the sharing type, Riley, and I do not want to be dragged into the whole werewolf culture. It's just not me."
I raised my eyebrows. "Even at the cost of losing great sex?"
"Even at." His gaze left mine. "You'd better get going. He's probably already inside."
"Probably." I studied his profile a moment longer, then leaned across the car to place a kiss on his cheek
Only he shifted, and my kiss found his mouth instead. It was a long, glorious possession that left me gasping for breath and wanting him more than I'd ever wanted anyone in my life
"Go," was all he said, the lilt of Ireland so rich in his voice his word was almost lost
I went. Right then, I had no other choice
Jimmy gave me a cheery hello and opened the door, ushering me in past a chorus of complaints and groans from those still waiting. A second guard waited near the inner door - Jimmy's brother, Stan. He was slighter smaller, slightly thinner, but other than that, almost an exact replica of Jimmy. Only he had all his own teeth
"Hey, Riley," he rumbled. "Misha was asking for you as he came in, about ten minutes ago."
My smile felt tight. "Thanks, Stan."
He nodded. "We're packed tonight. Just as well you booked a table."
"Yeah." I grabbed a locker key as usual, then headed inside
The hologram stars burned across the ceiling, their light not yet dimmed by the glow of the blue moon, which was only just beginning to rise in the distant corner
The dance floor was a sea of naked, gyrating flesh, and most of the tables were occupied. The air was as hot as the music and rich with the scent of lust and sex. I breathed deep, allowing the atmosphere to soak through every pore, right into my bones
If I wanted to be involved with Quinn on a deeper level than I was, I'd probably have to give up this sort of dance. But it was what I was. The freedom and excitement of these moon dances was part of my nature, and I'd be damned if I'd drop them just because it offended his human sensibilities. I wasn't human, and he shouldn't judge me by those standards. And asking me to give up the moon dance would be like asking him to stop drinking blood. It wasn't fair, and it wasn't right
I made my way down the stairs and into the change room. Misha might be watching, so everything had to follow the pattern I'd set over the past year, right down to taking a shower and stowing my clothes