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Jessica’s eyes widened. “He’s that good of a fuck?” she
asked, breathless. Devin nodded. “I wondered about that. This guy looks kind of
stiff.” She glanced back at Cayl. She giggled and shrugged. “Well, I guess you
can never tell by looking, huh?” She looked around the room then shook her
head. “I haven’t seen him come through tonight. He usually comes in every
couple of days, hooks up with a new girl and then leaves.” She nodded to Devin
who returned the purely feminine look.

“Well, if you see him, maybe you could point him out?”

The teasing light in Jessica’s eyes dimmed a bit but she
shrugged. “Sure.” She glanced at the table, the edges of her mouth curled
downward. “How should I charge the drinks?” Devin sighed. She wasn’t going to
get any help from that waitress.

“Just put them on my account,” Mace said. She nodded again
and walked away.

Devin waited until Jessica was out of hearing distance
before she turned. She was all business once again.

Mace shifted, trying to ease the pressure on his hard-on.
Not that he was the only guy in the room who had a hard-on—it would be kind of
odd if he didn’t—but it made it a little difficult to focus. Of course, Devin’s
open jacket and those gorgeous breasts didn’t help. Damn, Cayl had been working
her hard. Her nipples were puffy and pink, probably very sensitive but she
seemed to like Cayl’s rough touch. Mace groaned. She’d been wet, slick, ready
to be fucked.

“Okay, we know what he looks like now—”

Mace shook his head and tried to focus on her face. His
mother had trained him to be a gentleman—not that it always worked—and part of
that was to look a woman in the eye. He didn’t think his mother had ever
imagined this situation.

“All we know is he has dark hair and blue eyes.”

“And glasses,” she pointed out.

“Oh, that’s going to help.”

She tipped her head to the side and looked a little bit
smug. “There aren’t that many guys here wearing glasses. Probably doesn’t look
cool enough.”

“Still there are enough men with glasses that this guy is
going to be impossible to pick out.”

“He’s got bright blue eyes, the waitress said,” she pointed
out. She nodded to Cayl. “Like his.”

Mace looked at the other man and realized his eyes went
beyond bright to almost glowing.

“That is probably why he wears the glasses,” Cayl said. “To
hide the intensity of his gaze. It is the one thing that we retain from our
original form.”

Mace clenched his teeth together, holding back words that he
was sure would make him look like an idiot but damn, he was almost starting to
believe Cayl—and maybe this guy they were looking for—
was
an alien.
Great. They’ve dragged
him
into their insanity.

“We should search for him,” Cayl announced.

“In this crowd?” The club was jumping tonight.

“We could go stand at the entrance monitor who comes in.”

Mace looked at Devin and saw she was thinking what he was
thinking. “That probably isn’t a good idea,” Mace said. “The bouncers in this
place are jumpy and well trained. They don’t like gawkers.”

“Then how are we to find him?”

“I’ll make a circle of the club.” He shook his head. What
the hell was he thinking?
Sure. I’ll go look for the alien.
“See if I
see anyone with dark hair, glasses and glowing blue eyes.” With a sigh that
Devin echoed, he slipped his fingers from her pussy. She moved, standing up,
the skirt falling to cover that sweet ass.

“I should come with you.”

“No.” Cayl grabbed Devin’s hand and yanked her down on the
bench beside him. “Mace will search. We will blend with the crowd.” His free
hand was already sliding beneath her blouse.

“Oh no,” she said, her voice breathy. She grabbed his wrist
and pulled it away. “We have to keep watch here in case he goes by. Neither of
us will be focused if we’re, you know, blending.”

Mace knew he could have left to wander the room but he
wanted to see how this played out.

“But you said we would be conspicuous if we sat and
watched.”

Devin’s throat tightened in a frantic swallow. The sight
made Mace’s cock bounce. Fuck he wanted to see her swallow his dick.

“Well, maybe we could touch, just a little.”

She looked up at Mace—her eyes pleading and hungry at the
same time. Needing one more taste, he leaned in, took a quick kiss, and turned
away even as Cayl reached for Devin. By the time he got back she’d probably be
naked and spread-eagle on the table. Not that he had a problem with that. He
just wanted to be there when it happened.

He frowned and pushed through the crowd, nudging people out
of his way, keeping his eyes peeled for someone with glowing eyes. He’d found a
couple of candidates but they were female and on closer inspection he decided
they were wearing contacts.

Mace completed his circuit of the room, returning back to
Cayl and Devin. It looked like she’d managed to stay upright and fairly clothed.
Cayl’s hand was inside her blouse covering one breast, tweaking the nipple and
soothing it, even as his mouth was locked on hers in a kiss.

Mace watched for a few minutes, leaning closer until one of
them noticed him.

Cayl lifted his head. His lips had that just kissed
look—pink and puffy and wet.

“You’ve returned.” Cayl sounded almost drunk. He blinked and
shook his head like he was trying to clear it. “Did you find our quarry?”

“No one fitting the description. Any luck here?” He didn’t
even bother to try to keep the teasing out of his voice. Hell, they hadn’t
noticed him until he was practically on top of them. And damn if it didn’t look
like Cayl was blushing. The low light made it difficult to see and from what
he’d learned in the past twenty-four hours, not much made this guy blush.

“No, uh, we didn’t see him either.” Cayl jumped to his feet.
“I will search. You will stay here and monitor…” He lifted his chin and there
was a definite burn to his cheeks. “You will stay here. I will return.”

“I don’t think—” Devin never got a chance to finish her
protest. Cayl slipped into the crowd leaving Mace alone with Devin. Or as alone
as they could be in a packed club with people practically having sex around
them.

There was no actual fucking going on. That was one of the
club rules. There were rooms for that. But nakedness, fondling, sucking,
spanking…all encouraged to watch or participate in.

Devin sat up, her lips showing the same bee-stung glow as
Cayl’s, closed the front clip of her bra and tugged at the hem of her skirt.
She squeezed her knees together, looking almost prim—despite the fact that her
skirt barely hit mid-thigh, her blouse was still unbuttoned and every breath
she took threatened to spill her breasts out the top of her bra.

And damn if the proper image didn’t drive Mace to debauch
her. Wouldn’t be hard. He could tell that she was struggling to remain calm but
her body was still humming. She hadn’t come when they’d both been touching her
and she didn’t have the satisfied glow of someone who had just climaxed.

This could be fun, he thought. Keep her on the edge, until
she begging for it.

He took the seat beside her and draped his arm over the back
of the booth. Except for the kiss that morning, this was the only time he’d
been alone with her. He leaned in, toying with her hair.

“So, what shall we do while we wait?”

Her shoulders went back a little further. “We’re not really
waiting. We’re watching. Monitoring.”

“Like you and Cayl were?” He brushed his nose along her
cheek, light swirls moving closer to her ear. He flicked his tongue out and
teased her earlobe. She gasped but didn’t move away. Mace knew he had her.
“Because, fuck, you looked hot. I could probably come just watching the two of
you.”

“We…we…”

He placed his hand on her knee and let his fingers circle
the smooth skin, sliding to the inside. Her legs were still squeezed together,
tight but he touched, just teasing, asking for entrance. He pressed a kiss on
her ear, then bit down on the lobe. Another startled gasp escaped her mouth but
once again, she didn’t move, except to relax the pressure between her legs. Oh
yeah, she liked a little pain.

He slid his fingers up between her still-closed thighs. She
wasn’t pushing him away but she wasn’t quite ready to let him in.

“Honey, are you still wet? Soaking those almost-nothing
panties?”

Devin groaned and turned her head toward him, offering her
mouth. Mace couldn’t resist the invitation. He pressed his lips to her,
opening, sliding his tongue into the warmth of her mouth. Heat encased his
fingers as he slipped deeper between her legs, the tight hem of her skirt
stalling his progress.

He didn’t let it stop him. He shifted, sliding his other
hand down her back to her ass and lifting, giving him just enough room to inch
her skirt up higher.

“No, please.” She whispered the words against his mouth but
even as she protested she spread her thighs letting him in.

“Just want to touch you, baby,” he murmured back. The liquid
fire of her pussy coated his fingers, drenching his hand. “Fuck you’re hot.
Want to be inside you, fucking you.”

He gave her ass another squeeze wishing he had her bare
flesh in his hand, knowing the thong she wore would leave her open, ready.
Unable to stop himself from touching her, he slid his finger up and down her
slit, pushing the tight material of her panties into her, soaking them in her
pussy juice.

“Mace, please.” Devin’s fingers gripped his shoulder,
holding him. She pressed up, almost standing, rolling her hips against his
fingers. He knew what she wanted. He avoided entering her or touching her clit,
just teasing her, tempting her for more.

The need to taste her clouded his thoughts and he kissed
her, driving his tongue into her mouth, overwhelming her as he’d been
overwhelmed. He pushed aside the silk panties and plunged his fingers into her
cunt. Slick hot liquid coated his fingers as he captured her cry.

Fuck she was close. His plan of tempting her without letting
her come vanished. He wanted to feel it, wanted her pussy to squeeze his
fingers as he fucked her.

He drove two fingers into her pussy, growling as the slick
tight walls gripped him. Cayl was right. He would barely fit in her, but he
needed to be inside her. Needed to fuck her.

“I have found no one who fits Harken’s human description.”

The voice shattered Mace’s intent and he snapped his head
back. Cayl stood beside them, his arms folded over his chest, looking a little
pouty.

“And I can assume that you two did not spot him as well
considering you were focused on each other.” Cayl lifted his chin and his
nostrils contracted. “She is clearly about to come. Had I known you were going
to bring her to climax so quickly I would have stayed.”

A revelation filled Mace’s thoughts. Cayl wasn’t jealous. He
just didn’t want to be left out.

“Well, she hasn’t come yet. You can still help.” Mace wasn’t
sure what made him offer but the words were out there so he couldn’t call them
back.

Cayl’s face lit up like a five-year-old being offered ice
cream.

“That would be most intriguing. Might I have my fingers
inside her? I do enjoy feeling her contract around me. That was most
fascinating—”

“No.” Devin popped up, hoping her head stopped spinning
before her feet stopped moving. She swung away, thankful that she skirt had
dropped and she was once again covered. She had to regain control. This was her
project, her investigation. It didn’t matter if her panties were soaked or not.
She was going to complete it.

“I’ll go look.” She was pretty sure the effort was pointless
but it gave her a chance to cool down, calm down. She’d give them a taste of
their own medicine. “You two sit here and wait. I’ll be back in a few.”

Cayl looked at her, those bright eyes almost reproachful.
Then he shrugged and the righteous anger disappeared from her body. He sat down
next to Mace, close, thighs touching. Mace looked up, that same freakin’ smug
smile on his face.

“I guess we’ll just fill the time until you get back.”

Before she could move, Mace wrapped his hand around the back
of Cayl’s neck and pulled him close. Their lips met in a masculine kiss that
looked almost like a battle, each male struggling for dominance, until finally
Cayl relented, easing back against the cushions, Mace moving over him.

The center of Devin’s stomach dropped away. The sexual heat
between them enflamed the need in her.

Focus. Focus. Find Harken.

She heard the words in her brain but it took a moment to
convince her body to move, to turn away.

Neither man seemed to even notice that she stood there. They
were locked in that wicked kiss, hands slipping around waists, Cayl reaching
out and placing his palm on Mace’s hard-on.

She crushed a groan and spun on her heel, looking out at the
bustling crowd. This was good. She could get away from them and when she
returned, she’d be in control.

It sounded like a good idea except Cayl and Mace weren’t the
only sexy sights in the room. She plunged through the crowd, caught up in a
wave moving toward a stage. Two women straddled each
other—head-to-pussy—licking, sucking, screaming. The sounds alone drenched
Devin’s cunt. Sleek feminine hands slid across curves, fingers pinching small,
pert breasts. She crushed a groan, her nipples aching in sympathy.

Her fingers fluttered with the need to dip between her legs.
A few fast strokes and she could come. One of the women seemed close as well,
lifting her head and pumping her hips against the other woman’s mouth.

This time, the whimper escaped.

She spun around and tried to find something a little more
neutral to take her stare.
Focus. You’re a professional. Think about your
mission.
The nagging, strident voice helped and she scanned the crowd of
men and women watching the two women lick each other. None fit the description
of Harken.