“Is it always like this?” Felicity asked Beth.

Beth grinned, her eyes alight with excitement. “Sometimes, but that’s usually after he starts singing. Did you see his eyes flash like that? I’ve never see that before.”

“Yeah, I saw it.” Felicity didn’t grin back. Disquiet sat in her stomach like a lead weight.

As the rest of the band sauntered on stage behind Lucas, Beth stiffened in her seat. Her hands clasped onto Felicity’s and shook her, hard.

“What is it?”

Felicity took in Beth’s frozen stare and followed it up to Lucas Blackmoore. That look on his face reminded her of Dominic. The look held a mixture of hunger, anger, and frustration. It was Dom’s look. The hungry one that said he had already stripped her naked with his eyes and now counted the many different ways he could fuck her. Lucas Blackmoore had that same look trained right on Beth, glowing amber eyes and all.

“Um, Beth, is this normal?”

Her chest rose and fell rapidly. “He’s looking at me.”

“That he is. I take it this isn’t normal.”

Lucas blinked and then, slowly, as if he didn’t want to, he tore his gaze away from Beth. Even after their set started—a husky melody with a jump-up-and down beat--Beth still didn’t release her white-knuckled grip on Felicity.

“Honey, you can let me go now.”

Beth’s hand started trembling. Felicity turned to her in the dark, crowded room. Everyone was standing, jumping and singing with gleeful faces, but now that the music had started the crowd had calmed some. They knew all the words to his songs. They stood swaying, hands raised in the air like they were praying to God and sang along. Everyone did this except for her and Beth.

Beth looked at her and the look in her eyes reminded her of that desperate, scared look from earlier.

“I can’t do this,” she said, her voice a dry whisper.

“What do you mean? It’s just a concert.” Except not even she believed that after seeing Lucas in full-on vampire mode staring at Beth. His strange response went beyond an odd reaction for a vampire to have to someone. He was older too, so there was no reason he should not have been able to control any emotions he’d been feeling.

Beth shook her head looking about to have a panic attack. “I have to get out of here!” Frantic, Beth snatched her purse then raced down the aisle, shoving past dancing bodies in her wake.

Felicity sat there stunned for a long moment, trying to comprehend Beth’s overreaction. But what happened next knocked her from baffled straight into what-the-fuckery.

Lucas stopped singing.

In the middle of the song with his band still playing the notes, he just stopped singing.

What. The. Fuck.

The crowd stopped singing along with him. The band members looked at one another with the same confused glances not sure whether to continue playing or not.

All the while, Lucas’ gaze stayed locked on Beth’s retreating back.

The room grew hushed, confused.

Then the microphone hit the ground. The cacophony bang made everyone wince. Lucas leapt off the stage landing in a crouch. His eyes glowed amber and then he was gone in a blur, the door to the theater swinging in his wake.

Felicity stared at the swinging door for a frozen second before racing after them. Felicity pushed her way through the bodies of wild fans and pulled her cellphone out as she burst through the front of the theater. She searched up and down the streets for any sign of Beth. Nope. Not a sign of either of them. She inhaled trying to catch Beth’s perfume but she got nothing.

Felicity did something she hadn’t thought she’d have to do. She phoned Dominic.

He answered on the second ring. “Felicity.” He sounded a little surprised and very pleased. God, she liked that.

“There’s a problem. I think Lucas just ran off with my friend.”

She could hear him tense. “I’ll be right there.”

“What? No—”

Click.

Felicity ground her jaw. He’d hung up on her twice. Not cool. As she waited outside of the theater where irate fans bitched and moaned as they filed out of the theater, she dialed Beth’s cell every other minute. Beth didn’t answer so she left voicemails instead, each one getting angrier and angrier.

She didn’t wait long. Not even twenty minutes passed before a sleek black BMW pulled up. Traffic from the concert kept the curb gridlocked. The BMW stopped in the middle of the street without a care. The second they stopped the back door flung open and Dominic Blackmoore knifed his tall body out of the car. His brows were drawn low, his lips flat, and eyes spitting mad.

He looked hot as hell.

Well he did until he latched on to her arm and pulled her caveman-style to the car. Felicity dug her feet in but in her leather boots with the tall heel that didn’t work too well.

“Hey, excuse me! Let me go!” She put her strength into it and pulled but he didn’t budge. He shoved her into the car and she quickly scooted over before he sat on her.

Breathing hard she glared at him and hissed, “What is the matter with you?”

“Drive,” he ordered.

A man in the front seat nodded then pulled away. They moved slowly with the traffic and Felicity saw red. No one had ever grabbed her like that, pulled her around like some...some child. She also wasn’t one to keep her mouth shut.

She cut her eyes to him. “If you ever touch me like that again—” She didn’t get to finish.

One second she’d been about to rail into him and the next he had his arm around her waist, her body pulled into his lap, and his lips almost touching hers. Her breath caught, hands curled into his suit jacket right at his shoulders. They were touching. Chest to chest, lips so close she’d barely have to move to feel his lips again. Her body tingled; warmth blossomed inside her.

His eyes grew heavy with the look. Like he wanted her right here, right now. Only her, forever.

She could have swooned. His arm tightened around her waist, bringing her closer to him. She smelled the leather of the seats and him. All him. Suddenly, she remembered the taste of his blood. That one little drop she tasted that almost made her come.

“Let me go,” she said weakly. She did not want him to let her go. She wanted him to press them even closer and put his mouth on hers. Hell she was already panting. He spread her thighs across one of his muscled ones. It took all her willpower not to push against his thigh and get some kind of relief.

His brows relaxed, the corner of a lip turned up, and the look still blazed in his eyes as he wrapped a finger around one of her curls. “I like this on you.”

“Like what?”

Do try not to sound so breathless, she scolded herself.

His eyes traced over her hair then down her shirt and jeans. “You, like this. You don’t need some little dress to make me want you. I just do.”

Her heart melted, but with it came the bitter reminder—Julianna. “Dominic—”

“I want you to call me Dom,” he said, his voice dark and low.

She looked up at the ceiling of the car. Dom, she liked that. A lot. “Dom, we can’t do this...”

His hand flatted on her lower back, fingers spreading wide and shooting sparks of heat throughout her body. She wanted that hand lower, on her body, skin to skin, between her legs, making her sweat and pant until she screamed.

He cupped her cheek, the pad of his thumb rubbing at her bottom lip. Something in his eyes darkened, and then he pushed his thumb past her lips until it met her tongue. She couldn’t keep herself in check. He presented her with too much temptation. She swiped her tongue against him, closing her lips around him in a wet vise.

A look of supreme satisfaction beamed in his eyes. Then he hooked his hand in her hair and tried to pull her mouth down to his. She struggled, pushing back against the hand. She tried to think of Julianna and that fact that in a matter of four weeks he’d be bonded to another.