Page 8 of Reign

“All weapons go here," the vampire informed us. A scantily clad female smiled from behind the counter of a small enclosed room. She held out her hand. Her blonde hair fell over her shoulders, her breasts almost falling out of her bra top.

Owen grinned and raked his eyes over her, winking as he dropped a dagger hilt first into her palm before handing over a gun.

“Nice,” she drawled as she studied his weapon.

“It is, and I'll be back for it." He gave her a savage grin, watching her intently as the others handed over their weapons.

“Counting on it. Now strip those shirts, boys, and show me what you got under there.”

B’nar raised his brows. “Is she serious?”

“Oh honey, you're not shy, are ya?" She appraised him top to toe, a smirk on her full mouth and a gleam of lust in her eyes. "You fae are always so pretty to look at and usually generous in the dick department. But, don't worry, either way, I won't judge."

B’nar shook his head and scowled. I laughed. I'd been here many times before, in my past life, and I knew the drill. Trousers on, shirts off, and a body search. But it was worth the look on B'nar's stoic face not to have warned him this would happen. He didn't need weapons; he was one, we all were, but even so, it was amusing to see him at a loss as he was forced to remove his fine clothing and bare his tattooed body to the female's appraising gaze.

The female, some kind of demon from what I could tell by her scent, sauntered out from behind her counter and eyed us all up like we were dinner, which had Reed snarling when she fixed her dark gaze on Myles.

“Oh, for fuck's sake, stop flirting and get on with it. The boss is waiting," the vampire barked, crossing his arms over his chest.

The female pouted. “But this could be such fun.”

“Yeah, well, the boss wants to see them, right now, so hurry it along. You can fuck them, or at least fuck with them, later."

“Fine,” she snapped back.

Before I could process it, she'd grown multiple arms and was rubbing her hands along our legs and into our crotches. Then it was Myles's turn to snarl when she lingered on Reed's thighs, brushing his junk with her fingers. She giggled and pulled in her tentacles. "Chill, Wolfie, I'm just messin' with ya." And she sashayed around to the other side of her desk before handing Owen a tag. "For your weapons. Come see me to get them back—anytime tonight." Her voice was low, her meaning utterly clear.

Owen leaned in. “Sure. Those extra hands might be fun.”

“Oh, honey, they really are.”

Owen groaned, a slow, wide grin stretching his mouth as he looked down at his crotch where she'd wrapped an extra hand around his erect dick.

I laughed. “Jeez, brother, that’s quick work, but it’ll have to wait. Information first then fun.”

Owen smirked at the demon and pulled her hands off him. “You heard my king, but I’ll be back to play later.”

“I’ll be waiting. Been a while since I got me some alpha wolf.”

Owen walked to my side, fastened his shirt and shook his head. I looked sideways at him. “You going to tap that?”

He shrugged. “Might as well, not like I’ve got anyone waiting at the compound for me.”

No, Selina was still in Canada. She'd wanted to stay with the newly freed women and babies. Owen missed her and little Devon, but he'd never admit it. He was right; he had nothing to get back to the compound for. My gut tightened. Neither had I, and that thought hurt like a bitch.

“Remember, no shifting or use of supernatural powers, not unless you're in the ring and the curtain has been dropped." The vampire looked over his shoulder to make sure we'd heard.

I smirked. Yeah, we'd all behave and not use our power unless I told my brothers to. B'nar knew the rules, I'd told him, but he was a law unto himself; he did what he wanted. And I doubted even Balthazar could stop him if he decided to use his fae magic. But we would respect the Count's rules and stay human. Shifts only took place in the fighting ring once Balthazar's witch had dropped a containment spell. I didn't think the spell was to protect the club's clientele, more for self-preservation on the Count's part. If the clubgoers had to remain in human form, he was less likely to be attacked by any power he was unprepared for. Around us, vampires stood at the edge of the club, watching everyone closely. Balthazar hadn't lived for so long by being sloppy. He had his own army of loyal men and had plenty of technology placed around the walls and ceilings to dissuade anyone of the notion they could plan and execute an attack on him on his own turf.

The vampire led us through a crowd of supernaturals who jeered and cheered at the male and female dancers who flung their bodies around the poles they were chained to. Yeah, they were slaves, there to entertain the crowd. If they weren't already being fucked by someone, they would be soon. Loud music thumped in my ears, and I was aware of the gazes that followed us. It was true. There were no wolf packs in London now. The SBI had stopped that practice. Lone wolves were the only ones living outside the influence of the supernatural bureau. I cracked my neck. Every lone wolf would be offered a pack, or at least access to an alpha and a community if they wanted one. I'd make sure they knew it. Stone was right. I'd been neglecting my duty to this city and my kind. I'd bring in the strongest alphas, and they could fight it out for who would ultimately run London, under my rule, of course. Word would get around about me after tonight. I was here to see Balthazar, but I was going to make a big fucking statement too. So were my brothers. We were led through the club and down a corridor that was guarded by still more vampires.

“In here. He’s expecting you.”

“I know,” I said as the vampires took up a stance on either side of a thick metal door.

“Only you,” the vampire stated.

I grinned. “Only me and my beta. You know how we work.”

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