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ways from The Blue Pelican, why would this vampire or any other dare to feed on Sanibel Island?
    “Was he that stupid?” asked Terje. “Or sending a message?”
    Heath’s hands curled at his sides. “On the first day that my mate is unattached to her human, a vampire bites her throat. I will take it as a message.”
    “Bane is in Miami with Jayce and Bren.” Terje explained. “I’ll phone Arian and give him a heads up. As long as Dru is home from work, Arian will leave Renee and come for Molly. Don’t worry, Highlander, we’ll watch over her.”
    Tribal law was tribal law, and the hierarchy of the werewolf stated that any unclaimed female was under the protection of her closest male relatives. Old fashioned? Yes, though it was very necessary in the darkly potent immortal world. Luckily, there were several prominent males protecting Molly, one of which was the Alpha of North America himself. When in the process of claiming their females, most prospective males would find this intimidating, but not Heath. He grew up in the fourteenth century, his father was then laird and Alpha of his clan, therefore, Heath only found comfort in power so long as it didn’t belong to vampires. And since vampires were circling his mate, he had a serious problem. “I don’t want to leave her yet.”
    “Are you sure?”
    Thinking of the sexual torment he was about to put himself through, Heath sighed. “Aye, I’m sure.”

Chapter Three
    “ I watched Molly down a few drinks,” Terje explained, “but not enough to cause such marked inebriation, so I suspect…”
    “The leech coerced her,” Heath finished in a low voice, his erection now painful against his zipper. Seeing another male touching and tasting what was his caused quite a surge of savage jealousy. He wondered how he could tame something he had never once felt, something so harshly compelling and vindictively taunting and so… very, very dangerous.
    “Coercion? Not from what I saw, or I would have intervened the second time they hit the dance floor.”
    “Dancin’?” he growled. “Aye, the leeches enjoy their pretense of romance.” Oh, Heath didn’t need that image flashing across his mind, Molly’s lush body swaying against the vampire’s to some ridiculous, human love ditty. “So you’re sayin’ she simply became enamored by his good looks and charm.” Vampires were beautiful, could get just about anything from humans without the aid of mind tricks. Heath could not deny their potency, but he could make sure the one that just left met with immortal fire and then a mostly-human Molly would never desire to look upon him again.
    Terje shifted, his big feet pushing at the sand. “Well, maybe his physicality charmed her. But you have to know - She asked the vampire for one night of, uh, release. Molly’s Heat has escalated since this morning. Maybe it’s nature’s way, since she’s now legally unattached. But any immortal can scent her. It’s not a secret, you know, how wild and needy our females get when they’ve reached this, um, point.”
    And Heath couldn’t accurately gauge her need due to his Druid Tattoos. Therefore, the very tattoos that were preventing him from claiming her were preventing him from smelling the degree of her Heat. “You’re sayin’ she’s in dire need of a male.”
    “Not that I want to die by your hands tonight, but I have to tell you.” Terje rolled the tension from his shoulders. “I can barely tamp my werewolf. Whether or not she’s mine, I haven’t a clue, haven’t scented her climax, but that doesn’t matter to my Beast when it knows…”
    When it knows how a female in Heat can accept the full size of a werewolf’s sex and the power of its thrusts as no mere mortal could. If a werewolf were lucky enough to find a female in Molly’s condition, he could release the essence of his Beast and enjoy a night of unequaled, primal fucking. Since any female werewolf was a rarity in their world, males tended to