Free Taken By Surprise by Nichelle Gregory Page A

dress shirt beneath his black suit.
    Zori walked forward, passing others in line as he was ushered past the purple rope. Her primary objective was now getting inside the club. She stopped right in front of the bouncer, pretending she didn’t see his hard gaze rove over her from head to toe before lingering on her talons tapping on the pavement.
    “What the hell are you supposed to be?”
    She flashed him a look of measured patience. “I’d like to go inside.”
    “Yeah? So would half of New York.”
    Zori tore her eyes away from her attractive subject, who’d disappeared into the noisy entrance to look at the beefy male in front of her. She pretended to pout, but the bouncer didn’t see it. He was too busy looking at her nipples through her shimmery translucent halter top. She pushed her breasts forward with a subtle posture change and whispered low, “I’d do anything to get in.”
    The bouncer’s blue eyes darkened as his gaze raked over the rest of her. “Yeah?”
    Zori stepped closer and leant forward. “Yeah.” She hid a grin as the bouncer’s eyes moved up from her generous display of cleavage.
    So predictable.
    “Go on inside. I get off in a couple of hours.”
    Sure, whatever, meathead.
    Zori smiled at him and gritted her teeth when he copped a quick feel of her ass as she walked past. She pushed back the urge to whip around and clock him, knowing she’d encouraged his forwardness.
    Besides, she was moments away from talking to Mr Sexy himself.
    The angry protests behind her only added to her good mood as she entered the dark nightclub. Intense dance music bombarded every pore as she scanned the crowded space and irritated her sensitive ears. The throng of nubile bodies writhing on and off beat to the music thumping through the speakers momentarily distracted her. It had been so long since she’d danced. She turned away from the dancers as her stomach growled and the ensuing wave of fierce hunger quickened her step.
    Next time, Zori.
    She was starving. There were only two things on her mind—food and sex. She preferred to do the latter before she ate. In fact, she couldn’t have one without the other which was why she waited so long between meals. Finding a lover was easy, but holding back her incredible strength or insatiable needs in bed wasn’t. Sometimes even the strongest males wound up injured or dead and she hated doing that kind of clean-up which often required asking her sisters for help. They were always amused by the fact she could barely keep her appetites for gourmet cuisine and cock under control.
    “Can I buy you a drink?”
    “No, thanks.” Zori barely flicked a glance towards the handsome blond ogling her body as she walked by. Men could be so pathetic. She looked across the sunken dance floor to the bar against the back wall to see her target tilt back a bottle of beer. Her talons scrapped against the smooth floor as she waded through sweaty dancers along the wall to reach the other side of the club. As she approached, he turned around and their eyes met. A zing of anticipation raced through her blood as she moved next to him at the bar.
    The thrill of the hunt always excited her.
    She leaned against the counter, fully aware of his dark gaze running over her body as she pretended to inspect the bottles of alcohol on display in front of her. With a casual toss of her ebony tresses, she turned her face to see arresting brown eyes staring at her with interest. She moved a little closer to him with a practiced shy smile. “I’m Zori.”
    “Greyson.” He offered a slight grin before taking another sip of his drink.
    Up close, her guy was taller and bigger than she first estimated which pleased her. She felt sorry for the expensive suit straining to give way to the hard muscles concealed underneath. “Happy Halloween.”
    Greyson lifted an eyebrow. “Back at you.”
    The sexy smile curving his full lips tempted her to pounce on him right then and there, witnesses be