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Cayl drew closer, the warmth from his body radiating into
Devin’s. Mace returned and joined them. She was surrounded by hard male bodies
watching a sex show and her pussy was already soaked. The center of her stomach
fell away and another rush of moisture flowed into her sex.

From the aisle, Devin could see glimpses of his tongue as he
lapped at her pussy. The woman on display groaned and shifted, spreading her
legs wider. The man growled and went deeper. She tipped her head back, a long,
low groan erupting from her throat, arching her hips and pressing up against
his mouth. Devin’s body moved in sympathy, her ass rocking back and forth,
shallow pulses to match the rhythm.

A large male hand settled on her ass. It had to be Mace’s.
The gentle squeeze of his fingers eased and made the need worse at the same
time.

“She seems to be in a fair amount of discomfort,” Cayl announced.

“Huh?” His voice jolted Devin out of her fog. She smiled
weakly. “Actually, she’s enjoying herself.”

“Those are pleasure sounds?” Devin nodded. “Have you made
noises such as this?”

“Not recently.” She couldn’t quite keep the sigh out of her
voice.

“I can change that,” Mace murmured. She might have been able
to ignore the comment if he hadn’t leaned in and brushed a kiss right beneath
her ear. A shiver raced down her spine and her breath caught.

“You know how to draw these sounds from a female?” Cayl
asked. The curiosity Devin had heard in his voice earlier was blended with a
rough, husky tone. She glanced at Cayl’s face. His gaze was locked on the pair
before them. His tongue scraped the inside of his lips as if imagining the
taste and feel.

I could show him. No, don’t go there. Don’t even go
there. It’s bad. He’s a client. He’s an asshole and he’s an alien.

But he’s a really hot alien who seems to be intrigued by
sex. And wouldn’t he look yummy in my bed. Particularly with a side order of
Mace.

The nerves in her body seemed fine-tuned to her thoughts and
she pressed her lips together to keep from whimpering.

“I’ve made a woman scream a time or two.”

Mace’s arrogance should have been a turn-off but damn if she
didn’t believe it was true.

“Fascinating.”

“You have no idea,” Mace murmured. Even without looking she
could tell he was smiling.

“I assume that he is sucking on her clitoris and that is why
she is moaning.”

A garbled moan came out of Devin’s throat.

“Well, that’s part of it, but there’s so much more to
licking pussy.” Mace’s voice dropped, laughter gone, and she knew he was no
longer talking to Cayl. He was speaking to her, his lips teasing her neck.
“You’ve got to taste her, lick her, learn every slick fold, slide your tongue
into the—”

“Okay. Enough!” She spun out of Mace’s hold.

The casual discussion about oral sex was beyond reasonable.
She had to take control or Mace would end up describing the whole process and
she wasn’t sure she could take that, not without melting into a pile of goo
right there on the club floor. Cayl looked surprised that she’d interrupted.
Mace opened his eyes in a look of shocked innocence. Then he batted his
eyelashes at her.

She glared and turned around to face Cayl, cutting Mace out
of the conversation. Or trying to but he pressed close, his front to her back,
his hand on her hip. She could hardly brush him off without someone in the room
noticing and damn, it would be hard, uh, difficult, to get her body to do it
anyway. He felt good pressed against, strong, tight muscles, heat. And damn,
the hard ridge of a growing erection.

It was all she could do not to rock back against him.

She shook her head and tried to focus on Cayl and their
purpose for being here.

“So, how do we find this guy?”

“I simply need to cross his path and I will recognize his
trace elements.”

“Okay, let’s walk around.” She glanced over her shoulder and
considered telling Mace to stay put but somehow she didn’t think he’d listen to
her command and why not? They could probably use him. “Can you just take us
around?”

“Trace elements?” Mace asked.

She tried to hide her wince. She’d kind of hoped he hadn’t
heard that.

“English isn’t Cayl’s first language.”

“Uhmph,” Cayl grunted. “It’s barely a language at all.”

Mace looked at Cayl then back at Devin. “Nice friend.”

“He’s an acquired taste.”

“He’s also standing right here.” Cayl leaned in. The smug
superior look on his face did nothing to endear him. “So if you are going to
use sarcasm—that was sarcasm wasn’t it?” Devin nodded. “Mayhap you would be so
good as to wait until I am out of earshot.”

“Sorry,” Devin said.

“Mayhap?” Mace stared down at Devin. “Who talks like that?”

She grimaced. “I told you it wasn’t his first language. Now
could we please move? We’re attracting attention.”

“And we are supposed to blend in, are we not?” Cayl asked,
his chin lifting. He stared over Devin’s head to Mace. His eyes challenged the
other male.

“Sure. We’ll blend.”

Mace walked away, taking Devin’s hand and pulled her through
the growing crowd.

Cayl watched for a moment, his own fingers twitching with
the need to reach out and touch. The few moments of warmth when she’d had her
hand pressed against his had been most intriguing, but many of the sensory
perceptions had fascinated him. Particularly the visual of Devin—her bare breasts,
her bare ass, pushed out and slightly pink. Cayl didn’t understand it but the
body he was inhabiting seemed attracted to the female form.

He knew how human reproduction worked. He’d flipped through
the previous reports and investigations but somehow he hadn’t understood the
physical compulsion.

Realizing his escort was fast moving out of his view, Cayl
hurried to catch up. There were other females and males around him but his form
seemed particularly compelled toward Devin’s.

He reached out and grabbed her fingers. She tightened the
grip and pulled him forward. Noise rose around them as they moved from room to
room. Cayl kept his focus on the search for Harken’s trace elements but the
human scenarios developing around him scratched at his attention. There was a
couple seated deep in a corner. Her blouse hung open, her breasts bare. The
male was bent over and sucking her nipples.

Cayl remembered the sight of Devin’s breasts. His anatomy
review told him she would have nipples as well. Perhaps tight round nipples
that needed sucking just like this other female.

He glanced to his left. Devin stared at the couple in the
corner, her eyes wide, her breath deeper than before. Those were signs of
arousal, he was sure.

She blinked and gave herself a shake then turned, nudging
Mace, their guide, forward.
Hmm, mayhap she wants someone to do that to her.

The idea kept his attention until they turned the corner and
came to another small stage. There was a female bent over, a male behind her,
sliding his shaft into her, hard and deep. The intensity of the action shocked
Cayl. He’d imagined a methodical, rhythmic act. This was powerful and strong,
the woman crying out each time the male entered her. The beat became as steady
as a pulse. Hard, rhythmic. Cayl’s body responded, wanting to move with the
same beat.

A faint gasp echoed beside him and he looked at Devin. Her
mouth hung open just a bit, the wideness in her eyes had grown and once again
her breathing had become fast and shallow.

Cayl’s mind did a shift and he inserted Devin into the
picture before him. She obviously wanted that. But it didn’t seem right. Then
he changed the male, placing himself in the scene as well. A strange pressure
built in his groin. He looked down. A bulge pressed out on the fly of his jeans.
He had an erection. Hmm…

He was moving his hand toward it when Mace leaned into his
shoulder. Cayl met Mace’s intense stare and comprehended the silent question.

“Uh, no. I mean, I don’t think so.” He scanned the area
around the couple, trying to ignore the panting and moaning, and the sounds of
bodies slapping together. None of Harken’s telltale elements lingered. “No.”

“We’re wasting time then,” Devin announced. The tone of her
voice had changed, still out of breath but with a firmness to it. He stared at
her face. Her cheeks had turned a delightful pink, similar to the shade of her
buttocks when she’d been spanked. His memory told him she might be feverish but
she didn’t seem inclined to leave for a doctor. “We should keep looking.” The
sound was brisk and conclusive. With one final glance at the couple, she turned
and marched away.

“Damn, I need to get that woman in a pair of handcuffs,”
Mace murmured, almost as if speaking to himself. He didn’t look at Cayl, just
followed Devin.

Handcuffs? Cayl knew what they were—the name described the
function after all—but why would Mace wish to put Devin in them? Cayl accessed
the collective memory and found uses for handcuffs. They were mainly used by
police. Mental pictures flipped through his brain, of prisoners, hands bound
behind them. Cayl put Devin in a similar pose. It would open the flaps of her
jacket and reveal the naked, round breasts beneath and perhaps then he could
see her nipples.

Yes, he quite supported Mace putting Devin in handcuffs and
hurried after the pair, not wanting to miss if or when it occurred.

Chapter Three

Devin tried to keep moving. In the short time since they’d
arrived, the club had filled up and the walkways were growing crowded, people
pressing against her. Normally she hated crowds, but tonight her body was
humming, almost vibrating with the need to be touched.

Not that she wanted these strangers to touch her. She wanted
the two hot, studly guys following her through the club. Both bad ideas. She
kept her forward momentum, leading the way and trying not to look too deeply
into the shadows. She didn’t want to see what was happening. The hints of skin
and sounds were enough.

And around every corner there seemed to be another stage,
with a couple or trio performing. She tried not to watch but the displays were
blatant and sexual and her eyes kept being drawn to the bodies. Butterflies
danced in her stomach and her skin tingled.

She forced a long, calming breath into her lungs but all
that did was slide her nipples across the satin lining of her jacket. A shiver
raced across her skin. She had to get out of here. The overwhelming sexual
atmosphere pressed down on her and the urge to do something stupid—like grab
Mace and Cayl and rub over them like body lotion—was sounding more and more reasonable.

Home. Finish up. Get Cayl settled. Go home.

“Any luck?” she asked Cayl when they circled back around to
near the entrance.

“No.”

“What’s this guy look like?” Mace asked. “Maybe I can help.”

Cayl blinked and met Mace’s curious stare. “I do not know
what his current form looks like. His trace elements will linger after he has
passed and I should be able to track him in that manner.”

The edges of Mace’s eyes squinted down. He watched Cayl for
long moments as if trying to decide if the guy was mocking him. Finally, Mace
looked at Devin.

“We don’t know what this guy looks like?”

“No.” She sighed. “But Cayl will recognize him if he sees
him.”

Mace nodded. “Listen, why don’t you two find a table and
I’ll go have a word with Vanessa about new memberships. This guy is fairly new
right?”

“Yes!” Hope flared in Devin’s chest. “He came to Ear—uh,
town about ten days ago, right, Cayl?”

“Yes. Ten Earth days.”

“Earth days. Right.” This time when Mace looked at her,
there was intent in his eyes. He was going to demand some answers.

“We’ll be over there.” She tipped her head toward a couple
of open tables.

“I’ll find you.”

Her chest was tight as she took a breath. Mace wasn’t the
knight in shining armor type but he knew the club and he’d been some level of
protection. Now she was left on her own in a sex club…with a curious alien.

She took Cayl’s hand, led him across the aisle, and moved a
few tables in. Unlike most clubs she’d been to, where the tables were crammed
together to accommodate maximum bodies, these were spread out to allow for
maximum viewing to those walking by, even allowing small bulges in the paths
for people to stop and watch.

The lights were dim enough that if someone wanted to hide,
they could but somehow she didn’t think the people who came here chose that
option often. Most seemed too eager to see what was happening around them. Even
couples wrapped in octopus embraces took a moment to look up when she and Cayl
walked by. The gazes seemed to invite them—to watch or join.

Devin ignored the people around her and kept her focus on
the empty table in the corner.

Cayl tugged on her hand, pulling her to a stop. Devin looked
back. Cayl’s gaze wasn’t on her. It was on a couple at a table right beside the
aisle. Devin had done her best not to look. Now she had little choice. The
woman was wearing what looked like a bra and boy shorts, only the bra was open
and the man was vigorously sucking on one nipple. His hand covered the woman’s
other breast, squeezing and rubbing.

Her already tight nipples seemed to grow even more taut and
press against the slick jacket lining. The woman opened her eyes and smiled, a
dazed sexual smile that made Devin’s stomach drop. A flutter moved through her
pussy, heat and liquid filling her core. She shifted and pressed her knees together,
trying to ease the ache. It made it worse.

“Come on.” She yanked on Cayl’s hand. “It’s rude to stare.”

“But is that not the purpose? If they didn’t want people to
watch, why would they do it in public?”

She didn’t have an answer for that. She just needed to find
them a seat and get her body back under control before Mace returned because
jumping him was sounding more and more like a good idea. Not that he’d be
interested. He was probably a god in the sex world and could have any woman he
wanted. He wouldn’t want someone like her—a little too plump, a little too
boring. Still, the bodies she’d seen around the room hadn’t been perfect. Not
all of them anyway. Gave her some comfort that Mace might—