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  “No, we’re not, friend. We’re visitors here and we’d like to get by.” Bron spoke mildly enough but there was a warning in his golden eyes—a warning the Carnalians either didn’t see, or chose to ignore.

  “Just because you’re not from here doesn’t mean you can’t join our pod—at least temporarily,” one of the girls spoke up. She had baby blue skin and orange hair and her huge breasts were spilling out of her silver mesh top. She eyed Bron and Sorin hungrily, like a cat eyeing two plump and tasty mice, Kayla thought indignantly.

  “You’re asking us to join your pod?” Sorin asked blankly. “But we don’t even know you.”

  “That doesn’t matter.” The male with the turquoise hair shrugged. “You all three look hot. Which of us would you like to fuck first?” He nodded at his two male companions and the three girls, who giggled and whispered to each other.

  “That’s a kind offer but we’re a closed pod,” Sorin said smoothly.

  “Oh come on—I know how it is with you off-planet types,” one of the other males—a muscular guy with pale purple skin and orange hair said. “You’re all repressed and uptight on your own world so you want to come here to loosen up and have some fun. Come on, I’ll fuck you.” He gave Sorin a hot, intense look. “Or would you rather fuck me?”

  “Sorry but I don’t have sex with other males,” the Blood Kindred said blandly.

  “What about females then, honey? I’ll do you,” one of the girls said, winking at him.

  “Hell, I’d do either one of them or both at once,” said the girl with baby blue skin and huge breasts. “How do you like that offer?”

  “Not very much,” Kayla said, stepping forward with her arms crossed over her chest. “Look, you girls need to step off. These two men are mine and I do not share.”

  “Mmm, a saucy one!” the male with turquoise hair exclaimed, looking Kayla up and down. He turned to Bron. “Is she brown all over? I’ve done pink and blue and orange and even green but I’ve never had a brown girl before.”

  “That’s none of your fucking business.” The warning was back in the Beast Kindred’s voice and his eyes flashed dangerously but again, the other male chose to ignore it.

  “What do you say we do a trade? Your girl for one of the females in our pod?” He eyed Kayla appreciatively. “I’d really like to part her pretty thighs and see the color of her pussy.”

  “You what?” Bron’s golden eyes blazed red with Rage. In half a second he had the male with turquoise hair by the neck, lifting him off the ground as the Carnalian gasped and kicked and choked. “How fucking dare you talk that way about our lady?” he growled, shaking the other male. “You little fucker—I’ll kill you!”

  “Easy, Bron—easy!” Sorin and Kayla were on either side of him, trying to get him to put the Carnalian down.

  “It’s just their way here, Bron,” Sorin was trying to explain. “Remember I told you they leave and join pods all the time?”

  “It’s not worth it,” Kayla yelled, both she and Sorin now pulling on the Beast Kindred’s muscular bicep, which felt like iron under her fingers. “We don’t need any trouble here, Bron! Let him down before you kill him!”

  With a low growl, Bron finally dropped the Carnalian male who fell on his ass, grabbing for his throat, choking and wheezing.

  “You’re…crazy,” he gasped, looking up at Bron. “Nearly killed me!”

  “Be glad my lady wanted to spare your miserable life,” Bron growled back. “Come on Sorin, Kayla. Let’s go.”

  “You can’t just leave like this! You’ve insulted the leader of our pod!” the girl with enormous baby blue breasts exclaimed.

  “You want an apology?” Kayla put a hand on her hip. “Sorry, not sorry, honey. Sorin told you we were a closed pod.” Whatever the hell that meant.

  “I tried to warn you,” Sorin said blandly. “You shouldn’t have ignored my warning.”

  The three of them walked away with Bron still throwing angry looks over his broad shoulder at the pod of Carnalians.

  “Well, that was a little adventure,” Kayla remarked. “Not the kind we usually have.”

  “You’re going to have to tone it down if you don’t want to draw attention to us, Brother,” Sorin said to Bron. “I told you, these people are poly-amorous. If you try to kill everyone who asks us to join their pod, we’re going to have problems.”

  “I know. Forgive me. But did you hear the way that male talked about Kayla?” Bron’s eyes flashed molten gold. “She’s ours, damn it, Sorin! I’m not going to fucking stand there and listen to some fucker insult her!”

  “I feel the same,” Sorin said and for a moment his eyes gleamed red and Kayla saw his fangs. Then he took a deep breath and looked normal again. “But we can’t go into Rage every time someone admires our lady, Bron. Kayla is gorgeous—she’s bound to attract attention.”

  “You were attracting plenty of attention yourself from Mrs. Chesty McBigTits,” Kayla observed, throwing a glance over her shoulder at the girl with baby blue skin. “Looked to me like she wanted to take a bite out of your hide, Sorin.”

  “Chesty McBigTits?” Bron’s face lost its dark expression and broke into a grin. “Well, well—could it be that you’re jealous, small one?” he teased.

  “If I’m yours then the two of you are mine,” Kayla pointed out. “I’m not sharing my guys with some strange ho in the street.”

  “We feel the same way about you, leelah,” Sorin said, smiling. “But don’t worry—I had no interest in that female. Despite her massive blue mammaries,” he added dryly, which caused Bron to rumbled laughter and then Kayla joined in until by the time the three of them had crossed the street to the Fallen Angel, they were all laughing like crazy.

  “Halt. Where do you think you’re going?” It was the bouncer with lavender skin and bright purple hair which was cut into a strange kind of double Mohawk-style.

  “We’d like to enter The Fallen Angel,” Sorin said politely. “Is there a fee for entry?”

  “You pay inside but you need to know what you’re getting into before you go,” the bouncer said, frowning. “I saw the trouble the three of you just got into—was that because you were asked to join a pod?”

  “Those fuckers insulted our lady,” Bron growled, suddenly serious again. “There wouldn’t have been any trouble if they hadn’t done that.”

  “We three are a closed pod,” Sorin explained. “We have no interest in joining another pod or letting anyone else into ours.”

  “Then The Fallen Angel most definitely isn’t the club for you,” the bouncer said grimly. “We are a pod-free club.”

  “Meaning what, exactly?” Kayla asked, frowning.

  “Meaning that when people walk into The Fallen Angel, they leave their loyalties and pod affiliations at the door,” the bouncer answered. “Anything goes inside—anyone is free to find love with anyone else, regardless of their relationship status. Everyone is single and podless in here.”

  “We’re really not here for the, uh, sexual scene,” Sorin explained. He leaned forward and spoke in a low voice. “We’re more interested in finding recreational substances, if you know what I mean. We can be in and out as soon as we find what we need.”

  The bouncer eyed the three of them knowingly.

  “Oh, I understand. Looking for some love-flower to open your female so you can both fit your shafts in her pussy at once, are you?”

  Bron started to growl again but Sorin held him back with one hand on his friend’s bicep.

  “Exactly,” he said smoothly. “And from the reviews I read, you have someone here who can, ah, supply that need.”

  “His name is Y’ax and he’s usually in the back in the restricted section,” the bouncer said, nodding. “But if I let you in, you’ll have to wear clear markings that you’re not available sexually. And your lady will need to wear a feather-tail to keep her protected.”

  A what? Kayla wanted to ask. But she could see that the bouncer was wavering about letting them in an