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Kamaria
Sitting in my car, I took one last look at my make-up, dark eye shadow check, lots of blush check, and deep fuck me red lipstick check. Add to that my extra micro-mini black leather skirt that barely covered my ass, my whore red corset that pushed my girls up and together, and the sky-high fuck me heels. Put it altogether, and I looked like the epitome of a club whore, I sighed and shook my head. This had to be the worst idea I’d ever come up with, there’s no way this was going to work. As soon as I walked into this club, they’d be able to smell me, they’d want answers to questions I wasn’t going to give them.
I needed to see my prey, learn his habits, all of them, and then when he least expected it, I’d end him.
And I get to bite his dick off.
Stop, we agreed we’d do things my way, so no dick biting.
Fine, but I better at least get to piss on him after you kill him.
I’d say I was shocked by her request, but my animal tended to be a little feral, okay a lot feral. Ignoring her, I took a deep breath and stepped out of my car, pulling my skirt down as far as it would allow in the process. As I walked towards the clubhouse entrance, there was a fine ass looking man in a leather vest standing in front of the door. He perused my body with his eyes, almost making it feel like a caress.
“Well hello darlin’, you’re new.” It was a simple statement, but one that made my steps falter. “Names, The Kid.” He reached out his hand to shake mine, a playful smile upon his lips. This was it; this was when he’d figure out what I was, and either kick me out or kill me right away. Reaching out my hand, I attempted to smile back.
“I’m Kammie. Why the name, The Kid?” The Kid, brought my hand to his lips, kissing it softly before inhaling my scent. I jerked my hand back, slight fear coursing through me.
“Because I shoot like Billy the Kid.” He replied smoothly, but I stiffened. “No need to fear pretty lady, we don’t discriminate against any shifter here, they’re all welcome. Although, I must say it’s been years since I smelled your kind.” There’s no way he could tell what I was, my kind hadn’t been seen or heard of for longer than this guy had been alive. He must think I’m something else.
“And just what do you think I am?” I drawled, sauntering closer and smiling seductively. His hand struck as fast as a cobra pulling me against his body, to where his lips practically kissed my ear as he whispered so low only, I could hear him. His breath tickling my neck.
“Honey badger.” My eyes just about popped out of their sockets as I jerked back from him, almost losing my balance in the process. He reached a handout to help steady me. “Woah, there Sugga, I didn’t mean to frighten you.” Backing away from him, I knew I needed to get the fuck out of there. I’d get what I needed on my target some other way.
“Now come on Sugga, I didn’t mean to scare you off. No one else inside will know what you are, I swear.” He was stalking towards me, my animal didn’t like it, and let out a hiss. Putting his hands out in a placating manner he stopped in his tracks. I shook my head, there was no way he could have known what I was.
“Who are you? How do you know what I am?” His smile spread from ear to ear, as he closed the distance between us.
“Let’s just say I’m not as young as I look, but I won’t share your secret if you don’t share mine, and if you promise to save me a dance when I get off door duty tonight.” He took a step back and winked down at me.
“I promise you there is no one in there that will know what you are. Scouts honor.” He raised his fingers like he was giving me some kind of salute and grinned at me.
“It’s not like I’m hiding what I am, I just don’t advertise it.” I wasn’t usually scared of much, but my kind went into hiding for a reason, I didn’t need the word to spread.
“Look Sugga, I know the why, don’t worry about how I know, I just know. Your secret is safe with me, and if any of the guys inside give you shit you just holler.” He winked again with a grin and I relaxed a little. If he knew why I was there, to kill one of his brothers, he wouldn’t be being this nice to me or offering me his help. There was a part of me that hated my job at that moment, hated what I’d become because my sister couldn’t keep her ass out of trouble. Putting on my best game face, I smiled seductively at him.
“You got a deal! But just between us coconspirators how old are you?” He looked to be in his late twenties, early thirties tops. But he knew about my kind, and we’d disappeared from the shifter world at least a hundred years ago maybe longer from what my dad told me. There was no way he was over a hundred years old. He smiled mischievously, putting his hands in his front jean pockets, he looked down at the ground and kicked an errant pebble.
“Well now Sugga, to find that out you’ll need to give me more than just a dance.” He glanced up at me where he was still kicking the pebble with the toe of his boot. I couldn’t help but giggle a little at him.
“Oh, is that so, well in that case I guess the mystery will have to remain then won’t it.” He clutched his heart acting like I’d wounded him.
“Now that was just cruel Sugga, I thought we were becoming friends.” He shrugged a little. “Maybe friends with benefits eventually.” Oh, he was a smooth talker that was for sure, I could see women falling at his feet ready to do his bidding.
“Does this routine work? The cocky, sexy, biker, does that work?” I should have just wiped his memory and started that conversation over, or even just got the hell out of there, but something kept me from doing either.
“You think I’m sexy?” He slid closer, close enough I could feel heat radiating from his body and he winked at me with a naughty smirk on his lips. “You smell delicious by the way.” He shook his head a little like he was knocking some sense into himself. Leaning into my neck he ran his tongue against my neck, sending shivers up my spine. He jumped back looking at me like I was an alien to him.
“You don’t taste how you smell?” His eyes narrowed like he was trying to figure out a complicated puzzle. I didn’t know what the fuck he was talking about, how did someone smell one way but taste another. “You smell like her, but you don’t taste like her.” I squint my eyes at him trying to figure out what the fuck he is talking about.
“Out of everything I said the fact that I called you sexy is what you hook your claws into. And who is “her”? I smell like me, and only me.” When he gave me a feral smile, a different kind of shiver creeped down my spine. This wasn’t his flirty smile; this was a combination of anger and vindictiveness. I wasn’t sure if either was aimed at me.
“Doesn’t matter anyway, can’t have you, even if you are her. They made sure of that years ago. Do me a favor Sugga, turn around and go back where you came from, never step foot on Dark Leopards property again.” This man ran hot and cold and was making no sense whatsoever right at the moment. I had a job to finish or my sister was going to be in trouble with a capital T. Time to use more than my feminine wiles to get inside.
“Alright then, I’ll leave.” I touched his cheek and let the power flow through my fingers, the shocked look on his face only lasted a second.
“Well hello darlin’, you’re new.” He smiled as I walked up to him.
“I’m Kammie.” I smiled back.
“Wow, I haven’t seen one of your kind in a hot minute. I’m The Kid, save a dance for me.” He winked as I scooted past him.
“Sure thing.” I winked back at him as I slid inside the building. I hated using my power on other shifters, but sometimes it was necessary. Briefly, I wondered what set him off before, but I had bigger problems than why some shifter thought I smelled and tasted funny. As soon as I stepped through the door, I was bombarded by the scent of so many shifters. I was overwhelmed. This was unheard of where I was from, cats were the ruling class, and the rest of us were their servants in some capacity. Glancing around the room, it wasn’t hard to find my mark, he was the biggest fucker in the room, of course he was I thought bitterly.
I can still bite his dick off if you let me.
Will you stop with the fucking dick biting off shit! I watched him for a second, he was listening intently to a beautiful woman, and something inside me growled low.
How about I bite her tits off instead?
For once I didn’t feel inclined to correct my animal, which should have been my first warning I was completely boned.