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remained—those who didn’t have to work the next day—could let the fur fly.
    The place was jammed with gyrating bodies and the Shifter DJ had turned both the bass and the volume up to the max so that the ground beneath their feet throbbed with the beat. From the looks of things, Ian estimated there must be over a hundred people there.
    Two cheetah females turned up in front of them and lifted their brows at Abel. “You here to make trouble, cop?”
    “Off duty,” Abel protested. “Swear!”
    They smiled and attached themselves to him, one on either side. “We’ll make sure of that.”
    Simon and Ian laughed as they watched him being led off, a huge grin on his face.
    “He’s set for the night, the lucky bastard,” said Simon. “Threesomes are fun. Where’s the bar?”
    “North by northeast.”
    Simon had barely enough time to grab a beer before being snatched into the middle of a bevy of energetic Shifter females. Ian shook his head at the hands reaching out to him and moved to lean on the end of the bar instead, sipping at his drink. He always preferred to case out his surroundings first.
    Then he saw her. Sierra.
    Dancing to the music, the black silk of her hair whipping around her shoulders and her lithe body gyrating to the beat. She was dressed in black leather leggings that could have been painted on and a silky pink top that was nothing but a bib with spaghetti straps crossing her otherwise naked back.
    The beer bottle in his hand splintered under the sudden tightening of his grip. He dropped the pieces behind the bar and wiped his hand off on the rag the bartender tossed him.
    High school Sierra would never have worn something like that. High school Sierra would never have come to a party as wild as this, or laughed and flirted like this, or moved like this, sexy and sensual.
    Looked as though she’d learned a lot in Arizona. And he wanted to kill whatever creep had taught it to her. Also the guys, both human and Shifter, who were surrounding her now with predatory looks on their faces.
    He felt the points of his fangs suddenly prick the sides of his lower lip. He yanked them back in with an effort. None of his business who had taught her or even whom she had come with tonight.
    “Hey, baby.” Twyla Gevlin wound an arm around his neck. “Having fun?”
    “Yeah.”
    “Who you looking at? Found your target for the night?” She followed his gaze. “Oh, no, no, no, Ian. Lay off. Just for one night. I want this to be a nice, friendly party, not a cat fight. And that’s what it turns into whenever you and Sierra Wallace are anywhere near each other. The whole town knows that.”
    “Not gonna do nothing. Who’d she come with?”
    “Cassie.”
    Well, that made sense and made him feel a little better. Cassie ran the art gallery that sold Sierra’s work. But Cassie was a Shifter.
    “Does she know…?”
    “Nah. Not a clue that Cassie’s a cheetah. But they get along, so Cassie brought her.”
    Someone grabbed Twyla’s hand and pulled her away into the throng. She went, laughing and already moving to the beat.
    “Remember, Ian!” she yelled over her shoulder. “Play nice!”
    “Yeah, yeah.”
    But that didn’t mean he couldn’t watch Sierra. So he did, leaning against the bar. Then people got in the way and he lost sight of her. Which was when he found himself stalking her through the crowd. Found himself getting closer and closer, unable to keep away. Ended up right behind her, a millimeter from her back.
    That top didn’t allow for a bra. Looking down at her, he could see the points of her nipples through the silky material and the way her breasts moved as she danced. He wanted to feel them moving against him, wanted to feel them crushed against his chest.
    Her hair flew outward, brushing like caressing fingers across his face, and his dick went as hard as a rock.

Chapter Two
     
    “Well, look at you,” said an all-too-familiar voice behind her and Sierra spun.
    When Cassie had