Welcome to Crazy Town {Ask}

[Gemma McCarthy]

“Gemma! My love, my darling, Queen of my Heart! Where are you going? Why do you run? Why do you…keff, keff…pepper? DID YOU JUST THROW PEPPER IN MY FACE?!”

Oh for all that was holy; THIS was why she didn’t do the blind date thing! She always ended up getting the creepy, wanna-be Casanova guy, who wore too much cologne and liked to do the pot belly thing. Forcing a calm expression onto her face as she whirled around and snagged a ladle off of the rack next to her head.

The night had started off so nicely, all in all. Sure, her father and a few big, scary men had just informed her that she belonged to a bloodline of ‘Squire-thingies’ who were supposed to look after the big, bad supernatural baddies of the world. She’d immediately dissolved into hysterical laughter, which hadn’t exactly been helped by the guys’ bug eyed looks. Or the name that they’d dropped as her ‘new Master.’ Seriously…Brom? Caveman, much? She pictured some ‘duh’ faced muscleman with long hair and a hairy arms, screaming ‘ME BROM, ME BIG MAN,’ and she’d gone right over the edge again. Her sides were still sore from all the laughing.

She absolutely downright refused to talk about her ‘duties to her Master’- gah, Nubian Slave, much?- and had stormed out of her father’s house for the millionth time in her life. About an hour later, some very scary guys with Glocks- probably unregistered- and swords informed her that to ignore her ‘duties’ would mean insta-death, and there she was; freaked out, out of a job and ready to lose her mind.

Which was exactly why she’d agreed to get set up with Bill Martin, freaking narcissist Casanova and obsessive compulsive asshole extraordinaire. Going for her off duty piece would’ve been less painful than this!

So, there she was; standing in the kitchen of the restaurant she’d been trying to sneak out of for the past two hours, with a soup ladle in one hand, and a salt shaker in the other. Casanova had been downright perverted, with all that spoon licking and not-so-subtle hints at the employee bathroom. She’d thought that, just maybe, a normal dinner date could save her from some really screwed up life choices.

Ha, as if. Just give her five minutes with that bitch Fate. Just five minutes…

With a calming breath, she faced off her now sneezing, tearing date. She’d thought the guy was kind of handsome when he’d picked her up, doing all the things that dates were supposed to do. She’d thought ‘thank God, something normal to take the edge off.’ Of course he had to go and make a grab for her boobs when she’d bent over to get a towel off of the floor.

“Yeah, I really did,” She replied with a smirk. Shaking the little pepper shaker in her hand, she slowly backed up toward the door. She didn’t have a badge to throw around, so hopefully the schmuck wasn’t about to call the cops. “So cut the ‘my love’ crap before I give you some more. The date’s over, Mr. Carlson. Thanks for...hell, the ride over. Here’s a piece of advice for the next poor woman who gets near you: using her chest as a handlebar does not a happy night met, unless she’s a hooker. Bye, Mr. Carlson.”

As Casanova howled out something about pressing charges and witnesses, Gemma turned around to hightail it out of the kitchen. As always, she left a whole bunch of angry people behind, but she could care less. She was going to Crazy Town whether she liked it or not…and man, she’d forgotten to give the staff back the ladle, so she was getting kitchen appliances with it. Damn, she was good.

“Yeah right. More liked screwed over so many times, I can’t tell right from psychotic,” She muttered, rubbing at her temples. She kept herself in the shadows, just in case ‘ol Casy-boy tried to get stupid. Man, and she’d even gone and gotten all dalled up for the evening, with the only pair of heels she owned, and her sexiest red dress. She looked good, for chrissakes.

So she wasn’t going to waste it over one simple creep. Hell no; she had more style than that, man! And talk about Fate; hello pumping nightclub. Screamers, just the place she’d hit a few days ago, when she’d gotten a drink and a show. Perfect for some life changing, hell raising crazy.

It was getting to be her new favorite word, that. Crazy. Yeesh.

Getting past security wasn’t very hard; one little inch or two cinched up at the hem of her dress, and eyes were more interested in her legs than anything else. In no time at all, she’d gone from blind dating to getting smooshed in the crowd, fighting to get to the bar.

“Yo, buddy, gimme a vod straight,” She called out, following the surge of people. “And make it a double. This’ gonna be a long night, if I have something to say about it.”

[Brom Fenrisulfr]

I remembered black skies, the lightning all around me
I remembered each flash as time began to blur
Like a startling sign that fate had finally found me
And your voice was all I heard that I get what I deserve
So give me reason to prove me wrong, to wash this memory clean
Let the floods cross the distance in your eyes
Give me reason to fill this hole, connect the space between
Let it be enough to reach the truth that lies across this new divide

"YO! Brom!" rang out a call above the loud bass of the club as two huge men stepped into the confines of Screamers. The dark haired one's gaze shifted around and nodded in greeting to the bartender who tossed him and Erik a beer. Giving a grateful grin to the man, the shifter glanced at the label and then at his companion.

"Its a damned good thing we have this place to crash. No other place in town carries decent ale from the home country and after a fucking day like this.... I need a drink." he drawled out, reaching up with one hand to rub at a slightly swollen jaw. "Is it me or are those suckers getting better at taking a hit?"

Rolling his eyes, the huge blond at his side twisted the top off his own bottle and tossed it in the trash can they passed on the way to the back. Erik Kincaid stood a few inches taller than his companion but neither one could be considered small by any stretch of the word. They were huge, battle worn warriors with badass stamped on every inch of their demeanor's. The way the crowd parted in front of them told a story all its own but neither man seemed to notice as they strolled along.

"Quiet your whining, Fenrisulfr, or I'm going to start thinking your letting this soft life turn you into a pansy." the blond retorted with a grin as his glimmering blue eyes searched the crowd for a particular female form. "Wulf's letting you get to soft. A few evil demons and your crying like a newborn pup."

Snorting, Brom shook his head.

"I wasn't the one who got body slammed by that huge freaking brute and then had to have help disposing of him. I think your woman's going to be mighty pissed if your to freaking sore to handle your business tonight.... Course, if you are.. I'd be happy to fill in for you."

Arching a brow, Erik gave the other man a look that spoke volumes.

"Man, you couldn't even begin to fill my shoes... Besides, my woman has better taste than to bed down with a idiot like you. Best you could do would be to make her laugh herself silly."

Grinning good naturedly, the dark haired shifter laughed and then caught sight of Wulf in the back. Giving him a wave to let him know they were back, he leaned on the bar counter and looked around.

"Damn, this place seems to be packed every night.... All these beautiful women.... Its heaven on earth.... Makes a guy glad to be alive."

Shaking his head, the huge Celt beside him sighed and then finished his beer.

"You know, my brother... One of these days some woman is going to knock you on your ass and I hope I'm there to see it."

Smirking, Brom finished his ale and then set the empty bottle on the counter.

"Not going to happen, my friend. Women are like flowers..Each unique and lovely in their own rights and all deserving of being admired. Since there's only one of me... I have to spread myself around."

Just then, a familiar face caught his attention and he leaned forward to look around the crowd. A predators smile crossed his face as he recongized the lady from a few nights ago and he straightened up.

"And on that note... If you'll excuse me... I have a lovely lass in my sights that looks like she could use some loving."

With his friend laughing behind him, Brom strolled towards the lady in question and reached her a short minute later.


"Hello there, Lass.... I dont' think we were properly introduced last time but I'd recongize those legs anywhere...." he drawled out as he settled against the bar next to her. "I believe we were rudely interrupted last time when you were about to tell me where you've been all my life...."

[Gemma McCarthy]

Oh, God…yes, this was exactly what she needed. Blood pumping music, flowing liquor, a nice spot at the bar to wiggle and grind to, as she sipped on the fruity concoction she’d ordered up. As the speakers began blasting a song she was unfamiliar with- something dancey, and about sexing on the dance floor…hehe, definitely amusing- she raised one arm with a whoop, swiveling her hips in time with the beat.

THIS was what she’d been needing, ever since her father had dropped an atom bomb on her life. Ever since she’d killed her career on the force and got involved with a murderer. There was just her, her drink and the music.

That is, until someone decided that it’d be fine and dandy to slide up behind her and bump to her grinding. Goddammit, hadn’t she just went over this with Casanova? Damn, it was time to duck tape a ‘LEAVE ME ALONE’ sign to her back, obviously.

With a grumble and a shove, she motioned for the stranger to go away, and proceeded to spill her drink on herself for her efforts. As the man- damn, those were pimples; he wasn’t even a man! The cop in her was so freaking ready to pounce- flounced away with a triumphant smirk, she cursed, snagged a napkin from the bar counter and proceeded to blot her front.

Of freaking course, the liquor would land on her boobs. All she’d have to do was pat herself a few times, and every horny guy in a ten mile radius would be descending onto her frikken ass—

Case in point. Man, alright with the unwanted company. Sure, she was freaking sex starved and was really considering jumping the nearest body, if only to sink deeper into that ‘lose yourself’ oblivion, but that would be on her terms. With another curse and an unhappy grumble, she lifted her head, intent on replying with a sharp retort that would no doubt have the unsuspecting fool run away.

Talk about surprise, surprise. She was definitely not prepared to look into a pair of hypnotizing eyes, that was for damn sure. Were those gold specs in there? And oh, the mischief that practically shined in there…when had someone sucked out all the air in the room?

“Um…last time?” She repeated, confusion crossing onto her face. Hell, she’d met up with him and hadn’t added him to her ‘sexed me all night long’ list, forever admired and forever worshiped? God, she was an idiot!

Slowly, as her mind returned to its normal active state, she proceeded to take in the rest of her face, and recognition dawned. “Hey, you’re the one who was fighting that bald guy the other day!” She exclaimed, immediately wishing she could smack herself. Oh, no, Gemma, was he REALLY? Jeezumcrow, she WAS an idiot! Quick, think of something sexy, something witty!

“Probably out collaring all the guys like you. Do you enjoy beating the snot out of other drunks, or is it just a hobby? I’m surprised the owner let you back in here, after all that.”

ANYTHING BUT THAT! Oh, the humanity, she was crazy.

[Brom Fenrisulfr]

Tonight my head is spinning
I need something to pick me up
I've tried but nothing is working
I won't stop, I won't say I've had enough
Tonight I start the fire
Tonight I break away
Break away from everybody
Break away from everything
If you can't stand the way this place is
Take yourself to higher places

Brom couldn't still the laugh that escaped him as he heard the first words that tumbled from the lass's mouth. Her immediate "Oh Shit" look made it obvious she was shocked to see him and hadn't exactly been expecting to see anyone she truly knew in here tonight. If his instincts were correct, he'd even bet his truck that she had been about to tell him where he could shove his come on in before she'd recognized his face from the other night.

The lass definitely was firey. Just the way he liked them. It made him wonder how fast he could get her on her back and have her screaming his name. He bet it would sound like paradise coming from her lips.

"Nah, love.. I know the big guy personally. We go way, WAY back and the skin head I was fighting with is actually a good friend. We just have to go a few rounds every now and again to blow off some steam. Never any permanent damage and it keeps the wild man in line." he drawled out, grinning wickedly down at her. "You ready for that drink I promised you or are you wanting to dance some more? It would be a honor to do either with you...."

Just then, one of the dancers joustled her and Brom reached out and plucked her out of the line of fire. Since she barely weigh a thing, it was no big feat but he took advantage of his action to let her slide down his own front slowly. Her smell was absolutely intoxicating and it made his inner wolf whine for more.

Damn, it had been a long, LONG time since he'd been this entranced by a female.

"Whats your name, lass? I find myself curious to see if its as beautiful as you are...."

[Gemma McCarthy]

Oh, good Lord, just listen to that brogue. Was he saying anything intelligent? Anything overtly chauvinistic, or offensive? At the moment, meaning was the farthest thing from her mind as her brain practically melted on the spot. Just listen to that accent! To the way those words just seemed to roll off his tongue…

Whoo, and look at her, covertly fanning herself while she tried to scoop up those brain cells and make them work for her. Oh yeah, she was definitely a prominent PI, turned ‘Squire-ho.’

And she thought that the week couldn’t have gotten any worse. Definitely time for another drink.

Downing a gulp of her drink, she squinted at the ridiculously handsome man with the sexy accent and smacked her brain back into commission. Seriously, she wasn’t one to get all weak kneed on first glance. Had someone spiked her booze? Okay, so concentrating now…what was he saying? Oh awesome, she’d probably just insulted him, his friend…and the owner of the bar.

Well, at least he was smiling and offering to buy her a drink, instead of storming off in a huff. In her state of mind, she’d either a) follow him and beg for another sentence, or b) faint right on the spot from scent-withdrawl. God, did anyone smell THAT earthly before? That was him, right? Someone hadn’t opened a window, or sprayed her with a sexy version of pinesol?

Hell, maybe he was just getting her back by poisoning her drink. Whatever; she needed something to take her mind off her current situation.

“An honor, huh?” Oh thank God, her voice didn’t sound too breathy. Thank you, reserves of sarcasm. “Well, I don’t think I can turn down a drink at the moment. Maybe if you’re still interested, we can do the dancing thing later.” She eyed the crowd and all the pulsing dancers around it. “Or not. I don’t think I’m a bit fan of playing the tuna with a bunch of strangers.”

Not that being away from the floor made any difference. With a very unhappy squawk, she whipped around, all ready to give the moron of a dancer a piece of her mind…

And then proceeded to melt. Holy crap, muscles! Lots of muscles! Nice, hard, sexy muscles! Close to her!

COULD SHE MANAGE A COMPLETE SENTENCE TONIGHT? NO SHE COULDN’T!

“I think I wanna have your babies…” She breathed in reply to his question. Oh, hell, no she didn’t…yeah, frick, she did. Her face flamed and she shut her eyes with a groan. “Damn, forget that. Uh…name? Right. Um…my name… Beautiful?”

Oh good Lord, get a hold of yourself, McCarthy! Yes, the man had muscles and smelled nice; so did a lot of other guys around the bar! With a little shake of her head, she slapped a hand to her forehead.
“Argh, this’ why I don’t drink. My name is Gemma McCarthy and if you could find it in your heart to ignore everything I just said, I’d really, REALLY love you forever. ER…I’d be really happy. Aw hell.”

[Brom Fenrisulfr]

I wanna be your t-shirt when i
t's wet - wanna be the
shower when you sweat
I gotta to be the tattoo on your skin - ya lemme be your
bed baby - when you climb in
I wanna be the sheets when you sleep - lemme be the
secrets that you keep
I gotta be the spoon - ta stir your cream
I wanna to be the one that really makes you scream
I wanna be - your lipstick when ya lick it
I wanna be - your high heels when ya kick it
I wanna be - your sweet love babe - ya when you make it
From your feet up to your hair - more than anything I swear


Damn... Wasn't she just a delightful armful? Brom couldn't help but grin at all the words spilling from her kissable lips and he found himself drawn into those gorgeous eyes of hers far more than was probably smart. As yet another dancer slammed into her and pressed their bodies closer together, the huge shifter wrapped an arm about her and held her close.

"Hold that thought, lass. Lets get you to someplace safer." Brom said with a slight growl before practically shoving the fool out of the way and pulling her directly to the bar.

A hard, menacing gaze at a few people there and he had a spot cleared for them. Lifting her casually, he set her down on the bar counter and used his own body as a protective barrier as the crowd converged behind them

"Now, my lovely colleen.... You said something about having my babies? If they are anything as gorgeous as you... I might have to take that into consideration... I do like a lass who knows what she want and isn't afraid of going after it...."

Giving her a wink and a grin that told her he was only half way kidding, he waved to the bartender and soon had a bottle of scotch and a shot of Jack before them.

"Please tell me your a whiskey type of woman or you're going to break my heart... " he drawled to her, letting his dark eyes skim her frame from her booted feet back up to her blond hair. "I've always found women who appreciate good liquor a turn on...."

Moving in closer, the shifter inhaled her feminine scent and a sudden, almost fierce light flashed through his eyes. Brom himself was taken off guard by how bad he wanted to toss this female over his shoulder and head for the back room so he could marke her with his own scent so the other males would know she was his.

WHOA... TIME TO BACK THIS TRAIN UP!! HIS?? WHAT THE FUCK?

And then he knew. Gazing down into her big eyes, Brom felt a click of something deep in his soul and felt as if the world had yanked the rug straight out from under his feet.

SHIT, SHIT, SHIT. This was NOT happening. NOT HERE... NOT NOW!

Unfortunately, he was about as helpless to resist her pull as he was to topple the empire states building on his own. Damn, his brothers were going to have a hay day with this one.

"What did you say your name was, lass?" he questioned, trying to disguise his sudden arousal. Heaven help him if Ty, Erik or Wulf showed up at the moment. He had no doubt his demeanor had Paid stamped all over it. He was so had.

[Gemma McCarthy]

I believe in miracles
Where're you from, you sexy thing, you sexy thang you
I believe in miracles since you came along, you sexy thing
Where did you come from, baby
How did you know, I needed you
How did you know I needed you so badly
How did you know I'd give my heart gladly
Yesterday I was one of the lonely people
Now your lying close to me, making love to me
I believe in miracles

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“ARGH, what am I? A Whack-A-Mole? WATCH IT, YOU MORON!” Turning around to bellow at the second happy dancer who’d smashed into her, she had about a heartbeat to consider throwing a punch, if only to make her feel better, before she was launched into Whooba-Land.

Waba, waba, waba…talk about a walking Sex on a Stick. It was almost like her insides were tuned to a specific frequency, and every time he spoke, his voice hit it dead on, causing her internal organs to vibrate. Forget the butterflies in the stomach crap; this guy was a freaking walking pheromone. God, she really needed to get out of there before she lost her mind, jumped him in front of everyone, melted into a pile of goo at his feet—

Yeah, and then he had to go and lift her onto the bar like that. What was her name again? Where was she? What year was it?

A dazed expression was on her face as she looked down at him, a shiver crawling up her spine at the close contact. Whatever cooties this guy had in his touch, she wanted on a regular basis, man. So she’d just chalk everything up to rampant lust faeries crawling around her brain and ignore the fact that, as his arms went to either side of her, locking her in and keeping her safe, she seemed to instinctively part her legs so that he could stand between her knees and move closer.

Oh yeah, definitely rampant lust faeries making her temporarily insane. Then again, when had she ever been completely sane? At least her lower parts understood what she really wanted.

Ducking her head as she leaned back slightly on the bar, Gemma couldn’t help but roll her eyes at herself. “Yeah, about that…while I’m happy that you’re not one of those guys who runs away screaming at the ‘b’ word, I’m gonna take the fifth on that one. Random brain fart and all.”

She nodded at the bartender when the guy threw her a questioning look. “Good to know that you’re easy to turn on,” She couldn’t help but quip, a teasing light in her eyes. Why not go all the way; the guy was practically standing close enough to…okay, not going there. “I like whiskey okay, but I’m more of a bourbon kind of girl.

When the tender returned with their shots, Gemma tossed hers back in one swallow before holding it out for seconds. Man, feel that fire…everywhere. Pretty soon, she’d need one helluva cold shower if she was going to regain those melted brain cells. A devilish look crossed onto her face as she considered his question, and with her newly filled shot in her hand, she grinned.

“Just call me Jill,” She said, leaning back on her free hand so that she could look into his face. She’d come into Screamers looking for a good time; why not go all the way?





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[Brom Fenrisulfr]

I can't get you outta my mind
With the way you walk, the way you walk, the way you walk
Baby you should be a sign, the way you make me stop
Make me stop, make me stop
Cause some like fast and some like slow
Ladies come and ladies go
Skip the tell and let's just show
Cause I wan't you to know..
Girl I gotta go! I'm finished with the show
If you wanna ___ me, I won't say no!

Delighted by her come backs, Brom flicked a look to the bartender and a bourbon was slide over to them in short order. It intrigued him that she didn't seem to know who he was since everyone in the place usually had the Fenrisulfr clan pegged. After all, it wasn't exactly easy to overlook a group of men who stood well over six foot tall and had shoulders that were at least half that. However, he could sense no lies coming off her so it was obvious that she hadnt' a clue who she was talking with.

Which was surprisingly..... captivating.

Brom was used to weapon trying to get in his pants every way possible but it was usually for more than just the sole purpose of sexual gratification. As one of the big bad asses of the supernatural community, women flocked to him in hopes of adding his name to their bed posts or hoping to rope him into a more permanent relationship. What they didn't realize was that shifters mated for completely different purposes and they never chose who they were going to be fated with. It was a completely unique process and only the gods decided.

So far.... Brom had managed to avoid that fate.

Right up until the moment his gaze had landed on a petite, golden firebrand who had a passion for bourbon. Oh, yeah.. the shifter knew that all the signs were pointing at this woman being his long lost mate but that didn't mean he couldn't enjoy it right?

"Well, Jill.... I'm Jack..." he drawled back, smirking a bit because he knew that wasn't her real name. "And how about i fetch you a drink from the bar instead of rolling down the hill? I have entirely more... Pleasurable things in mind for where I'd like to tumble you, lass."

With those words said, Brom moved in even closer so that he could inhale her crisp, womanly scent. Immediately his own hormones kicked into effect and a low growl escaped his throat. His normally laughing eyes narrowed into the wolf's predatory one and he knew he wasn't going to be able to let her walk away without at least a taste of her. Heaven help them both if she chose to take off like her pulse was suggesting she might.

"Lass... Whatever you do...DON"T RUN FROM ME." he growled before closing his eyes and trying to regain control of himself. "If you do.. I may not be able to stop myself from having you right here.. right now....And I assure you.... I won't quiet until you scream my name in pleasure."

[Gemma McCarthy]

Gemma grinned as the hot guy caught onto her little game. Jack and Jill; the perfect aliases for the perfect nightcap. She knew in the back of her head that all of this was a bad idea, and anonymous sex with a stranger- a hot stranger, and fabulous sex, she was willing to bet- would do nothing for her current situation.

But hell, for all she knew, this ‘Brom’ character could be so demanding, that this could be the last time in a long time that she would be able to get out and get some. A girl had the same urges as any red blooded man, after all! And HOT DAMN, he was just so damn sexy, it was crazy.

Which meant that it fit into her life perfectly. Oh, what the hell ever. He was interested, and she was interested. End of story.

“Ooh, a man with an imagination. I think the world’s about to end,” Was her cheeky reply. As the bartender hurried off to fill their drinks, she watched the big guy with a grin on her face.

She felt more than heard the growl that slid from him, and a monster of a shiver crawled up her spine. Instinctively, she leaned toward him, cradling his body between her knees. When she realized what she was doing, she immediately froze, though kept that do-me smile on her face.

What the frick was with that, man? One little growl and she was ready to do him right in the middle of the dance…floor…oh God. Gemma felt like her brain was about to shut down as he came in closer, his scent doing all kinds of crazy things to her body. As if she had no control over herself, she watched as her hands came up to cup his cheeks, aiming his eyes towards hers.

“Why would I run from you?” She asked, pitching her voice over a particularly loud song. An almost predatory light came to her eyes, and would have matched his own, if she realized what she was doing. “And who the hell said that I want you to stop?”

Leaning forward, she brushed her lips against the corner of his mouth. “And for the record? I don’t scream.”

[Brom Fenrisulfr]

Who's going to save you
When the stars fall from your sky
And who's going to pull you in
When the tide gets too high
Who's going to hold you
When you turn out the lights
I won't lie I wish that I
Could be your superman tonight

She didn't scream? Was that a challenge? Cause Brom was more than willing to be taking up that gauntlet. He'd be perfectly happy to show her just how WRONG she was. She was going to be screaming his name till her throat was raw from the effort and his name was permenantly engraved on her lips.

Oh yeah. The beast was out and it wanted its due. Screw the whole lets get happy and have a quick romp in the closet. He wanted a hell of a lot more than quick gratification from this woman. He wanted to mark her with his scent and get so deep inside her that she'd be walking funny for a week. He wanted to mark her so blantantly that only a fool would look at her twice if they didn't want their heads ripped right off their shoulders.

Oh yeah.... This mating thing was a real bitch.

With his wolf in control, Brom didn't even hesitate with his next actions. One moment she was seated on the bar and he was cradled between those creamy thighs and the next he was tossing her over his shoulder and making his way towards the back of this club. With a menacing glare that just dared anyone to make a fuss about what he was doing, he beelined through the crowd to the door with a slap on her ass when she started to protest.

Once they were safely through the door to the back rooms, he set her down and then made short work of hauling her to the exit and out to his SUV. Unable to help himself, he pinned her against the side of the Hummer before claiming her lips in a hard, heated kiss that left them both panting even as his hands worked the lock on the vehicle. As a beep rang on, he pulled back to stared deep into her eyes.

"Lass... If you don't want this.. Nows the time to say no." he drawled out in his husky scottish brogue. "I promise you are perfectly safe with me but once I get you to my place I'm going to have you in every way a man can have a woman and more.. Do ya understand, colleen?"

Laying his forehead against hers in an effort to get control of himself, Brom gave a short, unamused laugh. Damn, was this really HIM talking? He'd never felt like this before. Sex before had always been a lark.. Something to pass the time and give mutual satisfaction to all parties. This need... This need with this woman.. It was something completely different.

This woman made him..... HUNGRY.

[Gemma McCarthy]

Okay, so when she was willing to throw herself into some casual sex, she definitely knew how to pick the best he-man for the job. With a surprised screech, Gemma found herself thrown over a very muscled shoulder and carted for the exit. A part of her brain started screaming ‘PSYCHO KILLER,’ but surprisingly, she didn’t fight too hard when he started moving. Sure, she pounded on his back, tried to twist around to grab some non-existent hair and yowled that he put her down, but when he smacked her ass and made that deep, possessive sound that she felt vibrate under her belly…

She laughed. She actually lay over his shoulder, a spectacle for everyone to see, and laughed her freaking head off until she was gasping for breath. She was going to die; that was it. She’d finally cracked, and now she was going to die.

And then all intelligent thought evaporated when she was thrust up against the warm side of his car. Talk about a he-man having one of the biggest trucks on the market…man, she’d bet half the holes in the Ozone were because of his ride. But did that stop her from pulling him into her, and thanking God that his car was so sturdy? Of course not; she was going to die, so why would she care?

Grumbling softly when she found he had no hair to grip, she made do with resting one palm on his chest while her other hand cupped the back of his head to keep him right where she wanted him. She slanted her lips over his, deepening the kiss, making a happy sound that quickly turned into an insulted growl when he pulled away. He wanted to talk? Now? TALK?

“Shut up, Jack,” She said while trying to remember how to breathe. Both hands drifted down to squeeze his buns as a devilish look came onto her face. “I hope you drive fast. Now open the door.”

She’d never known that a car ride could take so long; it seemed like the street lights had it in for them. But when they finally reached his place- and what a place it was! Mansions were dwarfed by the thing- all such concerns melted away. There was just the dreamy quality of ecstasy; the numbing sensation of skin on skin, sweat and the grunts and groans of a night well spent. She felt like she’d been transported to some far off land; the lyrical lilt of his voice, her name on his lips saving her from reality. There was no crazy, life changing jobs, no club-wielding guys named Brom, and no father breathing down her neck about giving up her passion. There was just Jack and Jill, running up that hill…

And collapsing against one another when they finally got there. With a groan, Gemma practically vibrated with aftershocks, clinging to the large body above her for dear life. She tucked her face into one hard bicep, doing her best not to let the world know that her lugs were meant for yodeling, and slowly let out a breath she’d been holding for the past hour.

Finally, she went limp, head falling back onto the silk pillows beneath her head. Lazily, she curled into Jack’s side when he flopped onto his back, groaning a bit when places she never knew existed began to ache.

“I think I just died and gone to Heaven,” She murmured against the side of his neck. “Or is this Hell? ‘Cause some of the moves you were making…whoof.”

[Brom Fenrisulfr]

Who's going to save you
When the stars fall from your sky
And who's going to pull you in
When the tide gets too high
Who's going to hold you
When you turn out the lights
I won't lie I wish that I
Could be your superman tonight



Damn.

What was it about the woman that made his brain want to explode. Her scent alone woke the animal inside up and it howled with a ferocity that Brom had never experienced before.

Strangely though... It didn't really bother him. Maybe because he was to intent on getting her home and into his bed. Home?? HIS BED?? SHIT!

However, thats exactly where his hands guided them and soon enough, they were out of the Hummer and he was pulling her up the huge stairs, down the hall and into the leather furnished bedroom that had been his since they'd settled in this place. Immediately, clothing started to fly and his lips covered ever little inch of her skin before he got his fill and even then... He knew he could have repeated the procedure all over again.

Damn, was this what if felt like? To find a mate? Maybe he shouldn't have given Ty such a hard time.

Then, there was no time for thought. Sensactions and feelings were the only thing left as he laid his claim to the tiny blond. Only when they were both exhausted and lay spent in his silky sheets did reality intrude.

Shit! What the hell had he done? He'd brought a perfect stranger into his families home and marked her with his own scent in a way that would linger for weeks upon her skin. Something he'd NEVER EVER done in the past.

Then, the woman's words intruded and he laughed. Damn, he loved a woman with a sense of humor.

At that moment, a knock came on the door and it began to open. Normally not shy, Brom non the less reached for a sheet and pulled it up to cover them both. Kaera's voice rang out even before her fair hair appeared.

"Brom??? Are you here?? Brom??? Can Banning borrow that fighting game you both were playing earlier?? I swear to god.. You've addicted him to that game box!!"

[Gemma McCarthy]

Oh wow, this guy sure did have a spectacular laugh. Curling into his side like some kind of overgrown cat, Gemma couldn’t help but smile into the curve of his neck. He smelled good, felt even better, and the sounds he made her…mmrowr! Even though her world had just been thoroughly rocked, she was tempted to roll on top of him and test that stamina of his. Would he be the kind of guy to go into snoring mode in the next ten seconds? Given that devil may care smile on his face, she was guessing no.

And loving it. She really did like it when she found a satisfying Jack…

Her mouth was open to let loose a steady flow of seductive nothings, but the sudden boom of a woman’s voice had her head snapping up. Aw, crap, what was this? The girlfriend? The WIFE?! See, THIS was why she didn’t do nameless, casual sex anymore! If someone barged in and took up a shotgun, she was going to come back for Rock Hard Abs and make him so sorry he was ever born! That was a promise!

With a loud, embarrassed ‘gwark!’ she yanked the sheet up to her chin, not caring if Jack were exposed as a result. As the woman poked her head in to peer at them through the darkness in the room, she slowly began to inch toward the edge of the bed. Please, PLEASE say that some of her clothing had managed to fall near the bed…ha, booyaw, there were her panties.

As the woman’s eyes proceeded to widen at seeing the two forms on the wide silk bed, Gemma dove under the sheet, becoming a very large bulge in the middle of the mattress. Her arm streaked out from the side, snatched up her underwear and dress, and disappeared back under.

The lump shifted, twisted and a few curses came into being beneath it, and in less than a minute, she was rolling out of the bed while straightening her dress. ”Okay, so…this is kind of awkward,” She said with a laugh that was a bit too loud. Crap, this hadn’t happened in a while. ”So I’m just gonna…I’m just gonna go. This was a very nice…eh…room that you had, Jack. Thanks for the tour and…gah…stuff.”

She was ready to bolt, ready to have that beautiful blond lady come streaking at her with a hellcat screech, but as her words began to finally take root in her brain, the PI froze in mid-run.

Turning slowly and stiffly, she eyed the sexy man with something akin to panic in her eyes. ”Brom?” She parroted. ”Brom…as in, Brom Fenrisulfr? As in Brom Fenrisulfr? Oh sweet baby Jesus, please say that’s not your name…”

[Brom Fenrisulfr]

God Double Damn IT!

There he was all relaxing in the bliss of a satisfying bout of mattress Acrobatics and his sister had to go and ruin it. It wasn't as if he brought a woman home everyday and the LEAST the brat could have done was avoid interrupting him just this one time.

Granted, she'd probably had no clue she was interrupting anything but.. Damn it... A man deserved SOME peace right? Especially when he'd just found his mate and wanted to bask in the sunshine of her presence. That thought gave him reason to pause in his thought process.

Holy Hell.. Had he SERIOUSLY just thought that?? One chance encounter and he was bloody freaking SHAKESPEARE NOW! GREAT... Ty and Wulf were going to have a hay day if he kept making doe eyes at the female and started waxing poetic at every turn.

The scrambling of movement beside him had the warrior jerking his attention back to the female in his bed and grimacing. His mate was trying to jerk on clothing and half of them seemed to be going on backwards. For a moment, he simply stared at her with a wide grin as he enjoyed the sight of her before her voice called him to task.

Poor woman.

She was obviously uncomfortable with the fact that his sister had just bombared the room and he was just opening his mouth to reassure her when the last of her words escaped her mouth. For a moment, he could only stare at her in baffled amazement before he frowned.

"How do you know me?? I don't know you.... " he replied, searching his brain for a time he might have overlooked her. "I'm Brom Fenrisulr but .. I'm afraid that you have me at a disadvantage.. I was going ot introduce myself before my sister came barging in here uninvited but...."

Recalling his sibling, Brom glanced sideways to see the youngest wolf cub's gaze moving back and forth between them like a tennis match.

"OUT KAERA!!" he roared before turning back to the other woman. "And what do you mean... "NOT THAT BROM FENRISULFR?" he asked, feeling twinges of unease sneak over his skin.

[Gemma McCarthy]

Oh God. Oh God, oh God, oh GODGODGODGODGOD—

Staring down at Jack from where she stood beside the beat, Gemma felt her heart drop into her stomach. She wasn’t even phased by the bellow he directed at his sister; all she could think of was the name she’d been making fun of for the past three days, and the look on her father’s face when she did the walk of shame back home. Oh good Lord, she’d just slept with her new boss. She was going to die.

Part of her wanted to tear off the clothes she’d just shoved herself into and dive back into the bed; forget the past ten minutes of Hell, in favor of some more Brom-flavored Heaven. He’d shown her things that…GAH, that she’d never even imagined in her smuttiest dreams, and then there was the fact that he was hot as hell, so obviously attracted to her despite her craziness, didn’t mind her screaming ‘GOD YES JACK’ at the ceiling…

Of course he was her boss! Why not? Everything else was turning to crap in her life; why not the best sex of her life?!

With a whimper, the PI sank down onto the edge of the bed and let her forehead plop into her hands. She was holding onto her bra- which she was seriously tempted to strangle herself with- but she didn’t care. She couldn’t look the poor man in the eye, when she finally ‘fessed up.

“I don’t want you to be Brom Fenrisulfr, because I’m Gemma McCarthy, and my father, Richard, has been ‘serving’ the Fenrisulfr’s since he could walk. I don’t want you to be Brom Fenrisulfr, because as of two days ago…I’m your new Richard.”

Finally, she peeked up at him from over the black lace of her bra strap, a miserable look on her face. “Is there ANY way in Hell that that lady was just a figment of my imagination, and you’re name’s really Jack Smith?”