(35) Two vampires, a ghoul and a shifter.

Piers watched as Linden and Helmut danced, a wave of unwanted but not totally unexpected jealously washing over him.

"Only one cure for that," he murmured under his breath as his eyes roved over the mass of male bodies. They landed on one man and he blinked in shock before realizing it wasn't Roderick, just someone with the same height and coloring. "Enough," he admonished himself, pushing his chair back, standing, and walking purposefully to the dance floor.

"Bonjour, jolie chose," someone said, and Piers felt an arm encircle his waist. "Danse avec moi?"

"Bien sûr." Piers turned, wrapping his arms around the taller man's neck, pressing tightly against him.

"Vous êtes Anglais?"

"American." Piers nipped his earlobe and ground against him, all the while smiling beguilingly.

"Ah, but of course. Only the Americans can make dancing both a seduction and a carnal experience."

"Very carnal, if you wish," Piers murmured in reply.

The man refrained from answering in words, instead putting his hands on Piers' shoulders to turn him, giving him a gentle push towards the side of the room.

It took only a few moments before they were entering the men's room and then a vacant stall. The man started to drop to his knees until Piers, with a shake of his head, pointed to the wall. Instantly understanding, the man loosened his belt, undid his slacks, and as they slid to the floor, pressed his hands against the wall, presenting his ass. Taking a small tube from his pocket, Piers lubed his fingers and shoved them deeply into the man, ignoring his gasp of pained surprise. As soon as he'd stretched him, he pulled his jeans down and thrust into the man's tight channel, pounding hard and fast. He knew what he was doing, taking all his anger out on his victim, but he couldn't help himself, and couldn't, wouldn't stop.

Suddenly firm hands gripped his hips from behind, pulling him free of the man. He came, his seed decorating the man's ass, and hissed angrily.

"Pull yourself together, feed if you need to but fast. We have to leave," Helmut told him quickly but firmly.

With a sharp nod, Piers spun the man around, sank his fangs into his throat, and drank. Then he wiped the man's memory and sealed the wound. After pulling up his jeans, he walked out of the stall, fastening them as he joined Linden who was leaning against one of the sinks.

"What's going on? Why the rush?"

"Trouble at the estate," Helmut replied before Linden could. He put an arm around each of their waists and seconds later they were gone.