Moon Shifter 02 - Primal Possession

months and now out of the blue he’s started up again. He just has that effect on me. I’m so antsy right now and I hate it.”
    December shifted uncomfortably in her seat and contained the urge to look in Liam’s direction. Yeah, she understood how a man could have that effect. And she hadn’t even slept with Liam yet. As far as she knew, Kat had actually lost her virginity to her ex-boyfriend. She was one of the few women December knew who’d waited so long to have sex. It was definitely easy to get twisted up over your first. She looked at Liam again and he was still standing soldier straight surveying the bar.
    Shaking her head, she smiled at Kat. Maybe tonight they both needed to loosen up. “Want to do a shot?”
    Jayce moved through the crowd of yuppie assholes with ease. The loud party in the martini bar of Fontana Lodge was in full swing. Thanks to his extrasensory abilities the scent of alcohol was the most pungent thing here tonight. It was worse than a fucking brewery.
    He hated other people touching him and the stench of most humans, shifters, or vampires was enough to make him want to live alone the rest of his life. However long that might be. After five hundred years there weren’t many things that could kill him. Not that plenty of supernatural beings and humans alike hadn’t tried.
    He was broad, but not quite as tall as one might expect for the Council’s enforcer. At six feet tall, it didn’t seem to matter. Most people were scared of him. Or cautious. With a shaved head and a vicious scar that crisscrossed his left eye, he knew what he looked like. He’d never be called handsome. Hell, he couldn’t even pass for marginally good-looking. Which was one of the reasons the crowd automatically parted for him anywhere he went. Most people thought he was a thug.
    Everyone except Katarina. She’d seen right through him the instant they’d met. She’d known
what
he was too. For a human she had a rare gift to spot supernatural beings on sight. She was a seer, just like her mother had been. She hadn’t known he was the enforcer, but she had known he was a shifter. A lupine shifter. She’d been very specific about that too. She’d told him she could see his wolf perfectly and then she’d had the nerve to tell him he was nothing more than a harmless puppy.
    In all his years people rarely surprised him. And women
never
surprised him. Until he’d met Kat. She’d shown no fear when he’d told her all the dirty things he wanted to do to her. He’d intentionally spoken to her crassly, as if she were a common whore and not the most outspoken, intelligent, beautiful woman he’d ever met. He’d needed her to get the hell away from him and thought his rudeness would work. She’d gotten under hisskin in the worst way and no matter how rude he’d been to her, she’d simply ignored him or gone toe-to-toe with him instead of slapping the shit out of him like he deserved.
    By chance he’d met her when he’d been visiting her father’s estate for some “business” dealings. Some members of the Council had wanted him to buy weapons from Dimitri Saburova, her father and one of the most connected weapons dealers on the East Coast. After that first encounter with her he’d gone out of his way to see her any chance he could. It had taken half a year, but in between working various jobs around the country, he’d finally worn her down and she’d agreed to one date with him.
    A lunch date.
    But that’s all it had taken. Some days he wondered what the hell she ever saw in him. The woman was so far out of his league it was painful.
    He’d been screwed up ever since she’d left him, but tonight he was going to see her. Had to see her. It had nothing to do with the Council ordering him to come to Fontana to check on the Armstrong-Cordona pack after all their recent troubles. And it had nothing to do with him being on a mission to sniff out members of the APL. He snorted at the acronym. Antiparanormal League. What a dumb fucking name.
    As he moved across the dance floor, a blonde with huge, fake tits smiled drunkenly at him, but when he bared his teeth, she jerked in surprise and turned back to her friends.
    He couldn’t see Kat yet, but he could smell her. In a crowd of a thousand he’d be able to pick her out. She smelled like roses. It was subtle, classic, and didn’t fit her personality at all. But that’s what her scent was. If heeven got a whiff of the stupid flower, visions of her