Three Sexy Wolves and I

Chapter 5- Hunting

Amelia's body vibrated to the music of "Supernatural Pub." She swung her hips with her eyes closed, dancing more to the ebb and flow of the subtle emotions surrounding her than to the music. She let the seductive, primitive weaving free her for a few precious seconds, intoxicated by the sea of ecstasy and need.

She was caught in the trap she had laid for the demon.

A man's hands were around her waist. From behind, a slender, powerful form crushed against hers. She recognized his touch, his hands, and the faint, woody aroma of his pricey perfume. That was the demon she was after. The one who thought she was simply another lady. Her eyelids opened, her moment of peace shattered by his presence.

Anyone able to see her face would've glimpsed revulsion pass over her features before her lips curled into a coy smile. She snuggled back into Sebastian Fertilla's arms. He rocked her back and forth, changing the sway of her body to the beat of the music. Luckily, Sebastian had no empathy. He couldn't sense how much she hated his touch.

A camera flashed close, followed by another. Paparazzi. Sebastian Francis, an ultrarich playboy, captivated the media. He was particularly interested in any woman he dated. Amelia had managed to hang on to Sebastian's arm for a longer period of time than most. She was the enigmatic redhead with emerald eyes, about whom no reporter could gather much information. Amelia had spent a lot of money to achieve this. She'd worked hard to ensure Francis was interested in her for a long time. She'd worked hard to get to this point.

Of course, the photographers didn't know she was a fae and Sebastian a demon. Those were secrets best kept from the human population. The humans greatly outnumbered the supernaturals and, historically, showed a lot of bloodthirstiness for those perceived to be different.

Sebastian moved his body with hers in a teasing semblance of s*x that made her stomach roil. Soon, this would all be over. That was the only positive thing about having to suffer his closeness.

Amelia pursed her lips and closed her eyes once again. Amelia imagined deep, rushing streams cutting their way through the soil, the depths of the ocean, where the water lay quiet and silent, and the delicate eddies and ripples at a lake's shore. Her power increased somewhat in reaction to the mental stimuli. It drained off some of her worry, dulling the sharp edge.

Sebastian wrapped his arms around her and nuzzled her throat. More cameras began to flash. By tomorrow, they'd be on the front page of every tabloid in the country. She would presumably be advertised as pregnant and planning a wedding. The lady had no idea what they'd come up with.

And then the other story would break. The darker one. The far more violent one.

Soon, she assured herself. Tonight. Because she was not a woman like any other, and today was no ordinary day. It was time Sebastian Francis paid for his sins.

For a brief period, emotion welled up in her throat. She'd hardly had time to mourn. She was operating on wrath, despair, and nothing else these days.

Use it. Don't let it take advantage of you. She thought to herself.

The momentary surge of vulnerability quickly faded into steely resolve. It was a lesson she'd learned a long time ago, and it served her well.She'd had enough practice burying her anguish and changing it into a far more potent power. Her emotions had evolved into a well-honed weapon.

He moved in close and talked into her ear loud enough for her to hear above the thumping music.

"It's time to go, sweetheart."

The time has come.

She thought to herself. You are mine now, Sebastian and you are going to pay. Bigtime.

Anticipation rushed through her, leaving a tingle of sweetness that warmed her more than Sebastian's skill with fire ever could.Sebastian was a fire fae, one of the more powerful of those she'd encountered. Though he couldn't technically claim the title fae any longer.He'd betrayed the Coven and broken the covenant too many times to count. Now he was a low-down, dirty demon.

Her own talent was in the domain of water. That meant she and Sebastian were miraculously diametrically opposed. It had thrown a wrench in her preparations. Normally, fire and water were naturally repulsive, whereas fire and air were naturally attracted. Because of this, Amelia had to work twice as hard to get her prey, especially since she couldn't disguise her powers from a demon like Sebastian. He possessed a bloodhound's nose for distinct forms of sorcery.

He took her hand in his and walked her through the crowd to the front entrance. The photographers separated themselves from the revelers and followed. Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed them scurrying like crabs.

Sebastian's bodyguards flanked them, not allowing anyone to get too close. Earth charms helped. He'd had several creations that compelled people to keep their distance.

They made their way out of the club, and the heavy doors closed behind them, not quite blocking the bass of the music, which seemed to make the entire club throb on its foundation. The early morning chill raised goosebumps on her bare arms and legs. She took a moment to inhale the fresh, not-quite-clean air of the city, ignoring the surprised whispers and gasps of those in line to enter the club.

"Come, dear," Sebastian urged, leading her toward the limo with a possessive touch on the small of her back. "The limousine will arrive."

She gave him a sly smirk. "I enjoy hearing you speak French, Sebastian. It's really seductive."

Sebastian had no idea, but Amelia comprehended every foreign word he used in order to impress her. She'd been a global rogue, growing up as a temporary resident of numerous countries and speaking fluent French and Italian.

He stopped her in front of the limo, tucked her hair behind her ear, and leaned in to whisper, "I will speak it to you until the sun comes up, if you allow me, ma cherie."

Amelia moved her head and placed a lingering kiss on his neck. "Then send your bodyguards away." Amelia dragged his earlobe between her teeth, and he responded with a shiver. Cameras flashed with abandon.

He spoke a few words to the demon muscle near him while the driver opened the door for her and ushered her in. Regulating her breath, as she always had to do when entering a small area, she climbed into the cool interior of the limo and sank down onto one of the leather seats. Amelia had a moment of unease when the darkness closed around her like a velvet fist. Close spaces weren't her thing.

Sebastian sat down next to her. As soon as the door was closed, he was on her. But not coarsely, or clumsily. That was not Sebastian. He was a perfect gentleman until he decided not to be.

Sebastian's slid his hand to her waist, tilted her chin toward his face, and pressed his lips to hers. Suave, undemanding, and seductive. His fresh breath invaded her mouth as his tongue sought entry.

She suppressed a shudder and placed her hands on his broad shoulders, the fabric of his suit cooling against her palms. She hesitated, unwilling to allow him a deeper kiss. He pressed the issue, and she yielded, using every ounce of her willpower to not push him away.