Free Alpha Trio: Vol. 1 - Cats & Dogs by Ana Vela Page B

up her partner on the dance floor. His little brother loved a spectacle. Drei was probably miserable right now.
     
    Emilian swallowed a chuckle as he swung past the bar to get a look at the bartender. She was just as hot as Grigore had claimed, tall and willowy with bright red hair and pale skin. He considered going over, but the bar was swamped and what he really wanted was fresh air. There were a thousand different scents mingling in the warm air. His head was pounding with it.
     
    He shoved out the door, ducking past the line of people waiting to get in and inhaling a deep breath of cool night air. It was past midnight and the heat of the day had worn off after a rain shower earlier. The smell of dusty, wet pavement hung in the air and the neon lights from 5tM and the other bars and clubs nearby were smeared in the puddles.
     
    “When they found her, she was, you know... dead. Messed with .” The girl waiting on line was hissing the gossip at her friend, morbid glee in her eyes.
     
    Messed with . The words rang in Emilian’s ears. He could clock out of work but not shut off his instincts. His gut said ‘vamp kill’. Most of the bloodsuckers had the good sense not to make their feeds so obvious. Shit like that brought unnecessary attention from the Mundanes.
     
    Most of the skirmishes between vamps and Shifters were territorial in nature. Bloodsuckers had no respect for boundaries. But every once in awhile they had to clean up a vamp’s mess. They were supposed to police their own, but that happened about as often as he hooked up with a human.
     
    Grig and Drei hopped on the ‘Mundane train’ all the time, but Em usually avoided Mundane women. It was too much work, hiding what he was all the time. Which sucked, because sex with humans was so much better. Odd, since they were so fragile and breakable compared to his kind. And the vamps.
     
    But human pussy was hotter and wetter. At least, he thought so. He’d never discussed it with his brothers. He just figured they felt the same way, considering their preference for  Mundanes. They stuck to one-night-stands exclusively though. Can’t have a relationship with someone when you can’t explain where you go every day and why you get especially grouchy around the full moon.
     
    Em had done the one-night-stand thing for awhile, but in the last year he’d grown increasingly bored. With human and Shifter girls alike. Not sex, god no. Just the bullshit that always seemed to accompany it. Even the one-night-stands. All the fucking pretense.
     
    Of course, that meant he was horny as hell. He went around semi-hard most of the time, now. “Damn it.”
     
    He stretched his arms over his head, trying to release some of the tension in his muscles. The kind that even a good fight or jerking off couldn’t relieve. He needed a woman.
     
    She stumbled out of the alley, limping on one broken heel, and fell into his arms as if she were an answer to his wish. She was petite, at least compared to his 6’4, with chestnut brown hair in a messy twist on top of her head and curves for days. She looked up at him with soft eyes the purple-blue color of wolfsbane.
     
    “Help,” she breathed, her plump pink lips trembling, and glanced back over her shoulder into the shadowy mouth of the alley. Emilian instinctively turned so his body was between her at the threat, whatever it was.
     
    “Come with me.” He didn’t give her the chance to argue. He kept his arm curved around her lush waist and led her into the club, pushing past the waiting line of people. The bouncer opened his mouth to say something but Em shot him a fierce look, upper lip wrinkling slightly back from his teeth. The guy wisely subsided.
     
    She had a streak of grease on one cheek and he could smell blood on her, though he wasn’t sure where it was coming from. He shouldered through the bumping, writhing crowd, stiff arming people out of the way as he ushered her toward the bathroom. He didn’t even stop