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Tau’s erection rested just atop his round booty. The gesture of affection seemed to calm Tau and make his dick grow even larger.
    “Be careful with Hung,” Zander warned.
    “I’ve got this. You be careful,” Giovanni warned. “You’re the one dancing with the wild animal. Shifters are no joke. They go in for real, and they play for keeps,” He kissed Zander on the cheek and dragged Hung off toward one of the numbered doors. Zander wondered what was behind it.
    Just then, Tau kissed the back of Zander’s neck and started grinding his huge dick into Zander’s back. Zander turned, playfully pushed Tau away, and began dancing so smoothly that he surprised himself. The drinks, the freedom, and Tau’s attention were making him feel alive -- and sexy. From Tau’s reaction, he must have looked pretty good doing it. Zander quickly realized that Tau was a decent dancer, too. As a matter of fact, he was a great dancer, and he moved with surprising agility. If the stares from nearby dancers were any indication, then they must have looked like quite a pair.
    Zander was so caught up in the moment that he failed to realize that he was actually levitating several inches off the ground. When other dancers started to notice, Tau grabbed him and carried him off the dance floor.
    “There’s no magic allowed in the club,” Tau grunted in Zander’s ear.
    “I’m sorry. I got carried away,” Zander whispered back. He couldn’t help but notice the judgmental stares as they exited the dance floor. Tau set Zander down once they were in the far corner, near the bathrooms.
    “I am really sorry,” Zander repeated. Tau was still holding his hands.
    “It’s okay. I don’t think any of the security guards noticed.”
    “Good.” Zander sighed with relief.
    “Levitation, huh? Maybe you are a pretty powerful little warlock. You may not need my protection after all,” Tau teased.
    “Mr. Long,” Zander said with a smile, “we’ve been dancing all night, and I barely know anything about you.”
    “I didn’t know that a background check was a prerequisite for a dance,” Tau responded.
    “Maybe it isn’t, but I would like to know more about you,” Zander said, secretly hoping that there would be more to his relationship with Tau than just one dance.
    “Then ask away but only after you tell me your full name. I understand that witches don’t give out their names freely, but I have to know that you trust me.”
    Zander took a deep breath. “My name is Zander Borealis Knight.”
    “It’s a pleasure to meet you,” Tau responded.
    “Uh, okay. Where to start?” Zander wondered. “First, how old are you?”
    “I am ninety-two seasons,” Tau said.
    “I know this... Werewolves count their age in seasons. There are four seasons in every year, so that means that you’re... 23?”
    “Right about the age. Wrong about me being a damn werewolf -- again.” Tau corrected.
    “I am sorry, so are you from Atlanta?” Zander asked, quickly changing the topic. Could the man of his dreams have only been a few hours away his entire life?
    “No, I’m from upstate New York. How about you?” Tau countered.
    “A small town in Georgia just a few hours from here. What brings you here tonight?” Zander asked.
    “Same thing that brings any of us out. This is one of the only clubs on the east coast for same-sex loving supernaturals. The owners have done a good job of getting the word out through underground channels and invoking the necessary protective charms for the club. I’ve heard about it for a while, and I just wanted to see it for myself.”
    “I wonder why there aren’t more clubs like this,” Zander mused aloud.
    “There are probably lots of reasons. The balance between supernaturals is pretty delicate. Warlocks, vampires, and shifters haven’t always gotten along. And then there’s the whole homosexual thing.” Tau took the back of his large hand and gently rubbed Zander’s arm. Zander appreciated the gesture and