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remotely defenseless.
    “Do you know her?”
    Felicia directed the question over Reika’s head, apparently deciding Reika wasn’t worth her time. Hmm. So much for nice.
    “We’ve met.”
    Two words, and yet they ratcheted Reika’s new pulse into a higher cadence, sending a humming sound to both ears. She almost missed the girl’s answer. This was impossible. Incredible. Unbelievable. Yet, it was still happening. To her . Akron had told her of mating, but so long in the past, it wasn’t even a memory. She’d heard rumors, too. Over the years. Whispers. Entreaties. Even angered diatribes. Some yearned for a mating. Some ignored it. Some bemoaned fate over the lack of it. But nobody had described this.
    Maybe because they couldn’t.
    “That’s it?”
    “You need to go back to partying, Miss Trent. Now.”
    Darryl answered with a low tone. Authoritative. Uncompromising. Every word sought Reika’s core. Once there, they warmed. Spun magic. Energized. He didn’t answer. Some of the men about Felicia did.
    “Yeah. This is getting filmed on a few cell phone cameras now. I’m going to guess we’ll be an internet video within the minute.”
    “And your father informed shortly thereafter.”
    “Come on, Babe. We’re not finished with our dance.”
    Three of them reached for her arms. They might as well save the effort. She yanked free.
    “I want to dance with Big Gun.”
    “Me?”
    Reika’s eyebrows rose at Darryl’s answer while a spark of anger slapped at the ecstatic feelings wrapping about her. Big Gun? If that meant what it sounded…? And if this girl had been and done…?
    Ooh. It was about time to get un-nice. Reika lowered her chin and trembled with controlling the instant itch. The killing urge. The jealousy.
    The fangs.
    And Miss Felicity just opened her mouth and kept speaking, completely unaware of how near death she was.
    “Yes. You. I want to dance with you.”
    “Not happening, Miss Trent. Not my style.”
    “You’re my employee.”
    “Wrong. I’m your father’s employee. And I’m about to be an ex-employee. You get what I’m saying?”
    “All I want is a dance.”
    The girl had decided whining might work. Her voice grated on the ears. It also cooled Reika’s urge to rip her throat out, although it took a bit of work and concentration to retract her canines again.
    “No can do, kid-do.”
    “Why? Because of her?”
    Reika had the girl’s attention back; along with wide eyes at Reika’s revealing snarl; and then the girl went pure stupid. A short, thin, switchblade appeared in one of Felecia’s hands. A micro-second later it was in Reika’s possession, and a moment after that, she was yanked off the floor and right into Darryl’s chest, where a riot of issues happened. The voltage he seemed to send raced everywhere, centering finally at her throat where her newly awakened heart had affixed, choking off her cries. Touching him earlier had been electrifying. Direct contact with him was oceans more. A blizzard of shivers coursed her skin, lifting goose bumps to the sensation of air and cool leather. Over and over. Again and again. Her nipples peaked into tight darts, her limbs to quivering appendages; her loins to quivering need.
    His hug was probably meant to imprison, securing her with both his arms locked about her torso. It wasn’t necessary. Reika’s body irradiated with the sensation of molding to him. Someone should have been more specific! This mate sensation was incredible! It jolted everything to a new awareness. It wasn’t a hum in her ears anymore. There was a chorus of angelic voices or something. The girl was forgotten. The knife fell somewhere to the floor. And then he spoke. The words went over her head, but the vibration of them resounded through him. Right into her.
    “Show’s over. Chuck and Bob and uh…Greg?”
    “Chet and Rob, Man.”
    “Whatever. Get moving. Do your jobs. See to Felicia. Start confiscating cell phones and deleting video. Double time.”