Magic in the Air

Ethan rocked back and forth on the hind legs of the chair he was sitting in, smirking as he watched his brother pace back and forth in the kitchen. He was waiting for some stupid witch to get here to somehow help him solve all of his mating problems. Not that Ethan really thought some witch was going to help him figure that one out. There was obviously something wrong with him that he couldn't find his mate. Maybe he just didn't have one. "Why don't you just give it up, bro. Let me take over the pack. I think it's time for you to settle down anyways, you're getting old and tired," Ethan tried to convince his brother, smirking and putting his hands up when he growled and bared his teeth. "Alright, alright. I'll just sit here and be quiet." The only reason why Ethan was really here was because he wanted to see how hot this witch was. Plus she had a friend that tagged along with her that was supposed to be eye candy. He was looking forward to seeing what these chicks were all about.

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Pippa looked through her folder, sighing softly to herself. She's never had a case this major before. She could find love for someone no problem, but a werewolf was asking her to find him his mate. An alpha at that, that was asking a lot from her. It was probably going to take some time, which she didn't have a lot of apparently since he needed this done by the next full moon. "Have I ever mentioned how much werewolves annoy the shit out of me? They're so demanding and needy. If he wants my help that bad he's just going to have to deal with the dog jokes I'm going to be throwing his way," she said to Max as they pulled up at what she assumed was the alpha's house. She told their driver to take their luggage to the hotel where she had reservations at before stepping out of the car, stretching. "Come on, sugarplum. Can't leave the lovely hounds waiting all day," she said with a smirk as she walked inside. "Knock knock, your little witchy is here to save the day," she called out into the house, wrinkling her nose as the smell of wet dog hit her. That was disgusting. "You need some air freshener in here, and open some windows," she said with a shake of her head, entering the kitchen. She stopped in her tracks as she looked the two men over, wondering who was who. Neither one of them looked like they really needed help in the love department, that was for sure. They were attractive as hell.

Max snatched a piece of paper from the folder that Pippa kept the info for her cases in. There were only a few scraps of paper in this folder which was no surprise. Werewolves were known for their secrecy, almost as much as her own people. "A whole twenty days is all the time they gave you?" She scoffed. "If it's so dire, you would think they would have done something sooner." Max rolled her eyes at her friend and stretched as must as she could in the back of the cab. "I would expect nothing less from you. He'll be in for a real treat, though." She breathed a sigh of relief as the old farmhouse came into view. Max was not one for vehicles if she could help it. They were too... unnatural. "Hounds of Baskervilles, here we come," She chimed in, following Pippa up the stairs, happy drink in the fresh woodsy air. It smelled like home. At least it did until the door was opened. "I'm not sure that would help," she told her friend. Max almost ran into Pippa when she stopped. "Hot damn," she breathed, when her eyes found what had made the witch stop.

"Are we in the right place?" She asked, her eyes flickering between the two men in front of her. At the dark one's confirmation she shrugged, assuming they must have bad personalities because there was nothing wrong with them physically. Well, that she could see, of course. "Right, well, Pip, this is your show. Spotlight is on you." Max said, nudging her friend.

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Damon heaved an aggravated sigh. "The witch was supposed to be here by now," he growled and pivoted on his heel, pacing back in the direction he had just come from. His brother, Ethan, was being an annoyance, as usual. He loved his brother but holy hell did the guy get on his nerves sometimes. He stopped, hearing a vehicle stop out front. "Finally," he muttered and leaned against the the counter waiting for the two to finish making jokes and actually do their job. He looked over at his brother and sighed. "If she doesn't do her job, the pack is yours. Are you going to be ready for that?" He asked right before the witch appeared in the door way, a petite blonde close behind her. "Which of you is the witch?" Damon asked, ignoring the blonde's question. He didn't have time for this. The moon would be at it's peak within twenty days and that was all the time he had to keep his position. He focused on the silver haired woman in front of him. "Well?" He asked, raising an eyebrow.

Ethan rolled his eyes at Damon, folding his hands behind his head. "Sure, I'm totally ready. Have been since the day I was born. Since you put it that way, I may just have this witch of yours purposely fuck up so you don't find your precious little mate. Or maybe I'll just keep her distracted," he said as he wiggles his brow. Ethan just loved fucking with his brother so much. But as soon as he heard the two girls walk into their home, he knew he didn't want any parts of whoever was making dog jokes. If she really thought that was funny she had another thing coming. "Are we really going to have to deal with that for the next month? She's not staying here is she?" He asked with wide eyes, looking over when they finally entered the room. All negative thoughts were out the window when he saw the girls, a smirk forming on his face as he looked them over. It was pretty obvious who the witch was, Damon was just stupid. Ethan had his eyes on the little blonde thing behind the witch, who had this distinct smell that he rather liked. "You smell nice. Wanna play?" He asked, earning a smack in the back of the head from the witch. "Fuck off and sit down," she snapped, pointing over at the spot where he had been moments before. Ethan mutters incoherent things before following orders, not wanting to piss her off

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Pippa crossed her arms over her chest as she looked over the two men in the room, shaking her head. It was obvious who the male was by his testosterone level and the aura he carried. He had a very high authority about him. But if that little shit of a brother of his tried messing with Max again she was going to have his head on a silver platter. "So you can't find the girl of your dream, aye poochie?" She said with a smirk as she walked over to him. "Well you know where our first place to look is. The mating lounges, of course. Have a few drinks, we can get to know your personal preferences in a woman, and you can get a few good fucks out of it too," she said with a wave of her hand as she sat down at the table. The mating lounges were for werewolves seeking their mates usually. But a lot of the times they just went to get a good fuck. See, how a werewolf new they had found their mate was how they felt during sex. At least that's what Pippa had been told. It was a mind blowing experience like no other. You felt an instant connection and that was it. Sounds erotically romantic. "I'm sure you've tried it before, but I'll be there this time, so will max. We'll search for your girl to try and hook up with. Now we can either start tonight or tomorrow, up to you, Poochie," she said with a smile, placing her chin in her hand.

Max laughed and sat in a chair across the table from the brother. She crossed her arms on the table and rested her chin on top of it, grinning from ear to ear. She loved Pippa. They had been friends forever and Max tagged along on most of her cases. Pippa ran the show and in some cases, Max's own magical connection with the Earth was able to assist but for the most part she kept friend safe and provided some interesting commentary. Her cheeks tinted pink at the compliment. "Sure, you wanna play fetch?" She asked which got her a reprimanding look from her friend. "Ooh, mating lounge; sounds kinky." Max hadn't had the chance to set foot in a mating lounge. Most of them are pretty werewolf exclusive, unless you happened to be with the Alpha or, in some cases, his direct subordinate. In this case, She and Pippa should be set.

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Damon growled at his brother again. He had to keep himself from from laughing at his brother. He eyed the witch, amused that Ethan had actually listened to her. "Doesn't matter if she's my dream girl. Just has to be my actual life mate," he said. He sighed when she said they would be going to the mating lounges. It wasn't that he didn't enjoy them, he did, but being the alpha of a pack in a mating lounge was just asking asking for everyone and their grandmother to come up. There was only os much of it that he could take but he didn't have time to be picky. "We'll start tonight. Sooner the better." He studied the witch's face. She was one hell of a looker. If he had more time time he would probably enjoy fucking the daylights out of her a time or two. "What else should we do?" He asked. "I'm Damon, by the way," he jerked his head in his brother's direction. "Ethan."

Ethan flicked his brother off when he heard him laugh, rolling his eyes. He knew better than to fuck with some witch. He raised a brow at the little joke the blonde one said, baring his canines at her. "How about I play fetch with your pretty little body," he snarled, his eyes widening when his chair along with himself flung back against the wall. The witch had a mischievous smirk on her face, which made him want to eat her alive. "This is bullshit. I'm only tagging along so I can see you fail," he spat, getting up out of his chair and brushing his shirt off. It hadn't even been an hour and these two were already pissing him off. He walked over to the fridge, grabbing a beer and leaning against the counter. He popped the top, taking a long swig as he watched the two women with untrusting eyes. "What sort of thing are you supposed to be anyways?" He asked, raising a brow. She certainly didn't look like anything and the witch didn't advertise any friendly help.

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Pippa pursed her lips, sighing. "This is going to be a long twenty days," she said, rubbing small circles into her temples. Even though Ethan wasn't the one she had to deal with, he was so fucking annoying and she wanted to kill him. Maybe she'd put Max on Ethan duty. "I'm Pippa and this here is Max. It's rather rude to ask a question like that. What does it matter what she is?" She snapped, smirking when Ethan flinched. She walked over to Damon, pushing him down into a chair and standing in between his legs. "Relax. I'm going to help clear your head. I have to say from experience this feels pretty damn amazing, so I won't judge if you moan or get a boner," she said, letting out a small giggle. She let out a breath, closing her eyes and beginning to concentrate. She began to chant some magical foreign language under her breathe, all of the bad mojo as she liked to call it, streaming up from his head in a cloud of white.

Max rolled her eyes. It was the one question she got constantly and while she understood why most people questioned her about it, she was still annoyed. "Guess you'll have to wait and see." With that, she stood and walked out the calling behind her, "I'll be outside, seeing what I can do." If Pippa was going to clear the wolf's mind, Max may as well cleanse the land. There was sure to be centuries of impressions lending to any blockage. She stepped on the porch and gave what she could see a once-over. The house was at the front of a small field with trees spotting the perimeter, getting more dense the farther they got from the house. After a moment of thought, Max decided to start at the center of the clearing. She sat down, her legs crossed, closed her eyes, and placed both hands firmly on the ground beside her. Deep breath in, and... The glamour she usually held in place to keep humans from freaking fell, her pointed ears now stuck out between her hair and her skin was much paler. A pale blue-ish light light surrounded her hands, fading as it went up her arms. She was surprised to find that there was little interference from the land. "Must have something to do with the werewolves natural magic," she muttered and said louder, "What do you think, wolf-boy?" She opened her eyes and let the glamour fall back into place before looking over her shoulder at Ethan.

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Damon snapped at his brother. While he felt that Max had crossed a line, he knew that brother had flown across it. "Isn't there anything else you should be doing right row?" He asked his brother, raising an eyebrow. He stared up at Pippa, confused as she stepped between him. "What the actual fuuu--" He said, his sentence tailing off into a low growl as his head tilted back. Damn, she was right. The feeling coursing through his body were beyond compare. He felt as if he were floating down a lazy river, the gentle current carrying him off. His growl became louder as his pants began to strain against him. He didn't know what the witch was doing exactly, but he really wished she wouldn't stop. His hands clenched into fist that he struggled to keep on his legs. It wouldn't take him more than a second to pull her on top of him and take her right there. He shifted in his chair, growing uncomfortable with the situation in his pants.

Ethan rolled his eyes at his brother once more, grabbing his beer and walking out front to see what the blonde was doing. He leaned against the front porch column as he watched her, his eyebrows raising in surprise as he took a sip of his beer. So she was an elf. No wonder he couldn't figure out what she was. He chuckled to himself, watching her do her little elf thing to the land with a shake of his head. She was a cute little elf though, he had to admit. He actually sort of preferred her in her original state rather than her glamour. But that was how Ethan was, he liked things natural. "You're a pretty elf, I have to admit. I don't know why you're putting up a glamour here, ain't nobody gonna see you," he sad as he pushed himself off the column. "So what is it really that you do for that witch in there? Follow her around and be her little side kick or do you really have a purpose? Cause it really doesn't seem like you do much of anything," he said with a smirk as he walked towards her. Ethan liked to get girls riled up for when he played with them later. She seemed like a little fireball too and he liked that.

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Pippa chewed on her bottom lip slightly as she stared at the look Damon had on his face. It was sexy, she had to admit it. This was the first time she'd ever thought a client's pleasure face was sexy. The fact that this guy was a werewolf was that much more odd. Pippa swallowed the lump in her throat when she felt her own self get turned on, cursing herself because she knew he could probably smell if. Fuck those dogs and their sense of smell. She slowly removed her hands from his hair, sliding them down his neck and to his shoulders. "Well, I told you it'd feel good," she whispered hotly in his ear before moving away. At least she got him riled up for the lounge. "Feel any better?" She asked him, not looking up as she fumbled around in her bag for nothing in particular. She just didn't want to look at him or the huge buldge in his jeans. "I cleansed your mind, got rid of all the bad shit." Pippa eventually found her lipstick at the bottom of her purse, grabbing it and swiping on a layer even though she didn't really need it. She just didn't want to look stupid looking for nothing just because she needed to calm her own self down.

Max scoffed at him. What a line! It was such a guy thing to tell a woman that he preferred them natural and then turn around and contradict themselves. He hadn't reached the latter part yet but she knew it would come eventually. It always did. "Force of habit," She replied, standing up and stretching. "Does it really matter what I do? With or without me, Pippa always gets the job done. Besides, how do you know I'm not just a difficult client, huh?" Max raised an eyebrow. "I could say the same for you, ya know. What is it that you actually do? Your brother is the Alpha. You may be the next in line but even I know that doesn't mean shit. Especially not if you can't find your own mate. Maybe, instead of keeping me and Pip from doing what you are paying us for, you should be out trying to keep your pack from starting a mutiny. We all know how those usually end, don't we?" God, why was this man so infuriating?! She really wanted to smush his pretty face into the ground she was just sitting on. Instead, she decided to make her way back to the house to see how Pippa was doing.

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Damon took a deep breath as something sweet hit his nose. It was the witch. Her hot breath on his ear did nothing to help his current desire and he almost missed the feel of her hands in his hair, though he couldn't be sure if it was her or what she had just done to his head. His eyes popped open and he was sure they were glowing amber. He didn't answer her question, only stared at her as she avoided looking at him. The sweet smell of her arousal continued to fill his nostrils. Slowly, he stood and stepped behind where she was rummaging through her purse. "All the bad shit, eh?" he said quietly. "Leaves room for more good stuff," He said said and placed his hands on her hips waiting to see if she reacted. Damon was used to getting what he wanted but he never pushed a woman if she rejected him.

Pippa cleared her throat, reaching down and removing his hands off of her hips. "Exactly," she said as she turned around, bumping into the table as she tried to back up from how close he was. "This is going to be a long twenty days," she mumbled, slipping past him. Hell, it honestly wouldn't hurt to get a good fuck in while she was on the job. But she was supposed to be helping him save that energy in finding his mate. She needed to put her own needs to the side. She looked up when Max came into the room, sending her a smile. "Are you ready to go? I got this one over here all worked up. He definitely needs to get there, asap," she said with a smirk as she grabbed her purse. She knew she was in for a long night, but she didn't care. Hell, she'd go find one of the rooms in the back of the lounge and sleep in it if she had too, even if it was probably gross and full of cum stains.

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Ethan raised a brow as he watched her walk back inside, shaking his head. She certainly had a lot to learn. Even though Damon was looking for his mate, he was still in control. No one went in as acting position. This was some fancy royal court like wherever she came from. "I'm in no rush to find my mate, darlin'. Damon's the one who needs to find one before all hell breaks loose," he said as he followed after her, chuckling. Ethan finished off his beer before throwing it away, grabbing another one from the fridge and popping the top. He took a long, satisfying swig of it before setting it on the counter. He was getting started early on the drinking part. That was pretty much what he was going for. Oh, well, maybe a few good fucks too. Couldn't pass up that opportunity.

Max rolled her eyes at him even though she knew he couldn't see it. She raised an eyes at Pippa and stifled a giggle. "Yeah, we should probably leave. It'll keep homicide on my bucket list for another day," She said, leading the way outside. Looking around she stopped dead and turned to the group behind her. "So, we dismissed the cab... How the hell are we getting there?" Max really hoped that one of the guys had a vehicle hiding somewhere nearby because from the looks of Damon he wasn't going to last long and blue balls were a bitch. She breathed a sigh of relief when Ethan mentioned something about a truck. "How far away is the lounge we're going to, anyway?" She asked, turning to Damon while they waited for Ethan to fetch their ride.

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Damon stepped back, trying to readjust himself but he knew he wouldn't be comfortable until he was naked and buried deep in someone's pussy. He gave a grunt and followed the girls out to the porch. "There's one on the edge of town. It fronts as a thrift shop; a buddy of mine runs it," he said just as Ethan stopped in front of the porch. He pushed past them and took his spot of the front passenger seat. It was about a ten minute drive to "The Treasure Chest" and it was spent mostly in silent broken only by the rock music he had turned on before he buckled up.e was the first out the car when they arrived. His seat belt was off well before they parked and his door was open before the car was shut off. He opened Pippa's door, who was seated behind them and held the door open for everyone. "What's up, James?" He asked when his friend appeared behind the front desk. "We're heading down."

Ethan had their car troubles settled. He had his pickup around back that they could easily use to get to wherever it was that they needed to go at any point in time. He took the steps off the porch two at a time, jogging around back and hopping into his old trusty truck. He roared it to life, grinning to himself as he pulled it around front. "Hop on in," he said as he rolled the passenger side window down, looking out at them. He rolled his eyes as his brother was the first to get in, him getting in the front seat. Ethan would have much rather preferred the pretty little blonde to get in the front instead, but sometimes you just don't get what you want. Once everyone was in he drove to the lounge, which was only a short drive away. He parked and opened the door for Max, waiting for everyone else to get out before locking his truck up. He followed everyone inside, smirking at the guy behind the desk. He obviously knew the brothers well, since they definitely came here often. They weren't strangers to the place. Ethan sent him a wave and walked right on past him, to the door in the back. He opened it, a low growl escaping past his lips as the smell of sex and booze instantly hit his nose. "It smells great in here," he said, smirking over at the blonde. "What do you think, blondie?"

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Pippa brushed off her shirt as she got out of the truck once they got to the lounge, sighing heavily. She followed Damon inside, watching him interact with the guy behind the counter. She shook her head, grabbing Damon by the arm and following Ethan to the door in the back. She crinkled her nose when she instantly smelled sex, sweat, and booze, rolling her eyes when he asked Max if she thought it was a nice smell. She brushed past the two, letting go of Damon's arm and taking a seat at the bar. She raised a brow at the dirty look she got from the bartender, pointing over at Damon. "You want to give me that look again, sweetheart? I'm here on business with your alpha, so try me," she spat, smirking when he cowered and asked her politely what she wanted to drink. She ordered herself and Max something before she began looking around at all of the females in the place. There were a lot of potential candidates in here tonight, a lot of which she knew Damon would probably be interested in.

"I think I'm gonna hurl. Like seriously, do you ever wash anything?" Max asked, her remark earning her a few growls from those within earshot. She followed Pippa to the bark and grinned when she was handed her drink. She took a sip and gave a contented moan. Sex on the beach with an extra shot of cranberry juice, just how she liked it. She gave a thumbs up to the bar tender and turned in her seat to watch the wolves around her. "It's a lot less smokey than I was thinking. And way more like a strip club." She continued to sip her drink while looking over the people huddled in small groups of two or three on various lounge chairs. She imagined this was probably a lot like the speakeasies her great grandfather used to talk about. "See anything that tickles your fancy?" She asked, glancing over at Ethan and pulling her cell phone out of her back pocket and checking her notifications. It was mostly facebook game requests but it was a further distraction from the smell she was sure she would not get used to.

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It didn't take long for someone to approach Damon. It was a red head. She was young and he vaguely recognized her as a cousin of a friend's, maybe? She wasn't really his type in the looks department but he was short on time and desperate for release. Besides, the only way he would be able to eliminate her would be to fuck her. They chatted for a minute about trivial stuff but he was impatient and ready to go. "Come on," he said and wrapped an arm around her shoulders, leading her back to the room always on reserve when he paid a visit. All of the lounges within his territory had an "alpha only" room. While he didn't care either way, if he didn't have to lie in another man's cum, he wasn't going to. Before the door even shut, he was pulling off both of their's clothing. His cock stood at full attention in front of him. Her creamy skin glowed in the dim light, almost blending in with the sheets on the bed she was sitting on. With a growl, he flipped her over and pulled her hims up. Damon had no trouble finding the entrance to her pussy. She took al of him with ease, letting out a contented growl of her own.

Ethan sat down at the bar, ordering himself a beer and sighing softly. He thanked the bartender when he brought it over, smirking at her and giving her a wink. He took a sip, rolling around in his seat and looking at what the lounge had to offer him tonight. Which wasn't all that much really. It look a lot to please Ethan, he had pretty high standards, which was why it probably would take him forever, if ever, to find his mate. He looked over when Max said something, twisting his lips to the side and shrugging. "Not much here," he said, taking another sip of his beer. "Definitely not that into it tonight with the selection. But what about you, baby girl? See anything you might be interested in?" Ethan leaned in close to her, a smirk forming on his plump lips. If the little elf wanted to roll around in the sheets he wouldn't say no. She was definitely attractive and he was sure she was probably a screamer in bed. If she wasn't, hell, he'd make her one. Ethan jumped a little when he felt a hand on his back, resisting the urge to roll his eyes when some brunette began talking to him, trying to strike up a conversation and probably take him back to a room. He didn't want any parts of that, she wasn't his type first of all, second of all it was a turn off for werewolf men when woman came up to them instead of the other way around. "Sorry, but I already have my eyes set on someone else," he said, turning away from her and focusing her gaze back on Max.

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Pippa watched Damon go back to the back where the rooms were, biting her lower lip. God, did she wish that was her. She shook her head, downing her drink before ordering another one. A drunk witch was never really a good thing but hey, she really needed it right now. She thanked the bartender when she gave her her refill, turning in her seat and scanning the crowd for another possible candidate. Pippa licked over her lips, mumbling a few words under her breath before a purple smoke filled the air, one which only she could see. It completely filled the room, causing her to smile at the sight, before clearing out. It left the girls who could possibly be his mate with a purple ring above their heads. Pippa smirked, glad that there weren't that many that he had to go through tonight, which meant they wouldn't have to be here for long. She spun back around in her seat, taking another sip of her drink and looking over at Max. She raised a brow when she saw her talking to Ethan, glaring at him when she realized that he was trying to get in her pants. Pippa really didn't like that idea, but she had a lot of room to talk considering she was just thinking moments ago how she wanted to get in Damon's.

Max put her arm up on the bar and placed her chin in her hand, focusing on Ethan. "You know, I have had my eye on someone. What do you think, he's over there in the corner," She said, pointing to a corner with nothing put a decorative tree. She laughed at the expression on his face and finished her drink before ordering another. She figured if she was going to sit in a room smelling of wet dog and sex all night, she might as well enjoy herself. She rolled her eyes when the werewolf tried chatting up Ethan and turned to check on Pippa who was still sipping at her drink. Max turned back to Ethan after hearing what he said to the girl who left in a huff. "Oh really now," She said with a laugh. "And what makes you think that I'm interested?" She asked, thanking the bartender and sipping her drink. "What? Did you have some werewolf trick up your sleeves?"

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Damon gave one last thrust before finding release. He shoved her away knowing damn well that she was not his mate and he was glad for it. She should really take a break from this place every now and again. He cleaned up and redressed himself before walking out of the room, leaving her there. He found Pippa at the bar and ordered himself a beer before looking at her. "Any of your witchy-senses tingling?" He asked, taking a swig and looking over the crowd. He leaned down, his lips close to her ear and whispered, "Unless of course you've changed your mind. We can go back to my place right now." He grinned and leaned away looking over the crowd. He would, too. He would happily put this off for the next week if it meant he could get her between the sheets at least once. He was almost positive she could use a good fuck too.

"I might have a few," Ethan said with a smirk as he finished the red of his beer. Ethan definitely had the charm and the know all to get this little blonde right where he wanted her. He would definitely have her in his bed before she left to go back to wherever the hell they came from. "You can't tell me you wouldn't want to roll around in the sheets with me for a while," he whispered in her ear before catching the bartenders attention and ordering himself another beer. Damon wasn't the only one that could have a little fun. Ethan deserved to have some talk and he was definitely going to with this gorgeous bombshell of a blonde. "What do you say, Max?" He asked softly, reaching over and placing his hand on her thigh. He was just testing the waters. He wanted to know exactly how far he could go before she got too pissed off at him, or at least stopped him.

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Pippa raised a brow as Damon came back, sighing heavily. So apparently the girl he took back wasn't his mate either. She ran her fingers through her hair as she scanned the crowd, looking for her little clowds of smoke for the potential mated. "The redhead in the green dress, the brunette in the purple, the blonde in the blue and there's a few others but that's what we're going to start with first," she said with a nod as she took a sip of her drink. As much as she wanted to go back to his place and let him have her way with him, they had a time schedule to stick to. They only had a certain amount of time to go by right now. "As appealing as it sounds to go back to your place for some fun, we're sort of on a tight schedule here."

Max raised an eyebrow, watching him. Of course she wanted in his bed! Anyone who looked at him would, and she would not blame them. She thought his offer over, just imagining what he would be like and knowing it would most likely be ten times better than her imagination. Max looked up at Ethan with a smile and bat her lashed. She was only here to help her friend with a job. Turning toward him, she hooked a finger in the waistband of his jeans and pulled him closer, placing her lips right next to his ear. "As much fun as that sounds, I'm not here to get you laid. We're here for your brother," She said and hopped off the stool. finishing the little bit of her drink that she had left and went to tell Pippa that she was going outside for a bit. Max hated being inside for long periods of time.

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Damon looked over the three women Pippa had pointed out as potential mates. He really didn't want to know how she figured out which of the females in the den were potentials. None of the three really stood out to him but whatever the hell the witch had done to him earlier was still coursing through him. "Well then, until you change your mind, I'll be with the brunette, the blonde, and maybe even the red head," He said and strolled over to the Brunette, flashing a charming smile. It didn't take much convincing to get the woman back to his room.