Shadowed dp-6

by Rebecca Zanetti

  Watchful intelligence lived in his gaze. “When you bit me yesterday, my blood should’ve made you stronger for days. Yet it only lasted a couple of hours.” He reached for her arm and tugged her off the sofa.

  “I’m not weak.” She landed on her knees between his legs. What was he doing? Heat uncoiled in her gut.

  “I know.” Threading both hands through her hair, he tilted her head back until she looked up at his angled face. “But you’re not strong right now, either.”

  Her neck elongated. Vulnerability and need washed through her. She dug her nails into his hard legs. “I will be. After we mate.”

  A dark flush covered his high cheekbones. His eyes flashed into a sizzling green. Heat from his thighs pressed in on her. “Speaking of which, are you all right with the contract?”

  Flattening her hands, she pushed away to stand.

  But she didn’t move. The vampire easily kept her in place.

  She tilted her head, intrigue and warning swishing through her. Without question, she was out of her element with the formidable Kayrs brother. “I’d prefer not to be on my knees as we discuss this.”

  His eyes darkened.

  Hers widened.

  Lowering his head, his lips brushed her jugular. “You’re so strong you don’t need dampening pills? Then get off your knees.” Low, rough, his voice rumbled right through her skin.

  A long shiver wandered down her spine. She swallowed. Aye. Definitely out of her element. She pushed again, this time putting all her strength into it, and once again didn’t move. “Stop playing games,” she breathed.

  “Who’s playing?” His fangs slid into her flesh.

  Pain. Dark pleasure. Need. Hurt edged with a sharp desire spiraled through her to pound between her legs. God. She arched her back, her mouth opening. He drank deeply, taking what he needed—taking what he wanted.

  A low growl rumbled from his chest.

  Rough, his tongue sealed the wound. The fingers on her head flexed, shooting erotic pain along her scalp. He lifted until his gaze met hers, his face an inch from hers. His lips within reach.

  Lust and determination tightened the skin across his sharp bones.

  Her chest panted out breath.

  He slid to the edge of the chair and loomed over her, his thighs bracketing her. Trapping her. Then his mouth covered hers. The kiss the other day had been nothing. A mere meeting of mouths.

  This one was Jase Kayrs in full force. Deep and hard, he took. Holding her where he wanted her, he did as he pleased. Dark pleasure cascaded from him and heated the air around them.

  She opened to him, helpless beneath his onslaught. His tongue claimed her mouth, learning every curve. Firm lips, strong hold, devastating motions. All she could do was feel. So much pain, so much pleasure, so much damn demand. He tasted of red wine and determined male. The world narrowed to him.

  The kiss went on forever. He didn’t touch her anywhere else, yet her entire body burned for him. Desperate and primed. Slowly, he softened his assault and leaned back.

  Clarity rushed into her brain. She’d never be able to match him. He watched her, his eyes hard, his sharp features wearing that male expression that said, I warned you. Now you’re on your own.

  Deep down, where reality and hope commingled, she understood without a doubt he’d break her heart. Even deeper, she knew it was too late to turn back.

  He had warned her.

  Jase stared at the little witch as his cock tried to punch through his pants. The woman was sexy as hell. The soft sound she’d made in the back of her throat as he’d kissed her had almost pushed him over the edge. Even now, with her soft gray eyes unfocused on him, temptation rode him to strip her bare.

  What he wanted wasn’t soft, and it sure as hell wasn’t pure.

  Her scent of night jasmine and vanilla filled his senses, while her dark hair curled around her shoulders, tangled from his hands. Those too-knowing eyes had taken on the hue of a lake during a storm, gray and mysterious. Her T-shirt outlined hard nipples. A primal being inside him reveled in having her on her knees before him. He hated himself for that as much as for everything else.

  He wanted so badly to sample her bare skin. The woman probably tasted like candy. Her blood tasted like forever.

  There was no forever for him.

  Even so, as her nails dug into his legs like he was her lifeline to reality, no doubt whispered in his mind that she was his lifeline. Even temporarily, while in her presence, he was alive again. Finally.

  An ache pounded through his wrist. He frowned and released her hair. Slowly, he drew back his arm and turned over his hand.

  The Kayrs marking.

  An intricate K circled with Celtic knots now pulsed with life on his right palm. The marking that transferred to a mate during the mating process. Shock filled him that he hadn’t had to force it into existence.

  Brenna gasped. “When?”

  “Just now.” His voice was more gravel than tone.

  Her chin lifted, her eyelids dropping to half-mast. Female awareness shone through.

  He nodded. “You have tonight to decide, and I’d spend some time with the decision.”

  “I’ve made up my mind, or I wouldn’t have signed the contract.” Her hands trembled on his legs.

  He leaned forward until they were almost nose-to-nose, but he didn’t touch her. “There’s no turning back after tomorrow night. Make sure you want to be mine.” The small part of humanity he still owned wanted her to refuse. To run fast and hard in the other direction.

  At his order, her eyes dilated. Courage and strength lifted her chin. “Per the contract, after we mate, you go home and I stay here. I’m not worried about being yours.”

  The defiance in the gentle woman prodded the baser nature inside him. “Even so, I wouldn’t push, baby. Ever.” It was only fair to give her warning. Not that the woman seemed to heed it. “Besides, per the contract, I can demand your presence at my home any time during the first decade.” A clause inserted by the vampires probably in reaction to Moira being kept from Conn for a century.

  “We both know you won’t be around for a decade, baby.” Temper flashed across her classic face.

  His temper pricked the back of his neck. “You’re awfully brave, considering you’re still on your knees.”

  The door burst open with a shattering of wood. A man stood there, dressed all in black, feet braced, fury on his face.

  Jase leaped over Brenna, planting himself between her and danger. He stilled and shook his head. “Kell?”

  Kellach Dunne dropped his leather duster to the floor. “You are not mating my cousin.”

  Anticipation flooded Jase’s veins. At six and a half feet, they stood eye-to-eye. More important, Jase had been working out impossibly hard for the last five years. He could handle the witch enforcer. “Apparently, I am mating your cousin.” He settled his own stance and flashed a grin. “Is there something you think you can do about it?”

  Kell moved with the speed of a soldier and the fury of a witch. The first punch to Jase’s jaw sent his head to the side. Jase slowly turned back, his smile even feeling dangerous. He pulled back his arm as a decoy and jumped up, slamming both feet into Kell’s face.

  The witch flew back against the damaged door. His long black hair escaped its band. Anger glowed deep in his odd black eyes.

  With a roar, he shot forward, his fists punching too fast to see.

  “Kell!” Brenna yelled and stumbled toward them. “Stop it.”

  Jase pivoted to keep her behind him and cracked his elbow up into Kell’s nose. Cartilage broke with a resounding snap. Two bodies rushed through the doorway, and his brother tackled Jase into the wall.

  Moira slid between them, her hands on Kell’s chest. Green fire danced up her arms.

  Jase struggled and nailed his brother in the cheek with a right cross.

  Conn pinned his forearm against Jase’s neck, shoving him harder against the wall. His eyes glowed with a mixture of anger and con
cern. “What the hell are you doing?” he growled.

  Jase struggled, yet kept his legs still. He didn’t want to hurt his brother—he wanted to hurt Kell. “Let go of me.”

  “No. Calm down, Jase.” Desperation rode Conn’s tone.

  Jase turned his focus on his older brother. The brother who’d taught him to fight. Years ago, before he’d been taken, Conn would’ve cheerfully kicked his ass for that punch in the face. Now, not so much. He showed his teeth. “You want to go, big brother?”

  Conn’s eyes narrowed, and his forearm cut off more air. “No, and neither do you. Calm the fuck down.”

  “No. Let’s go, asshole. You want a fight? You’ve got one.” Even as the words spewed from Jase, nausea filled his gut. He couldn’t stop the fury.

  The desolation in Conn’s expression cut deeper than any knife the demons had used. “I don’t want a fight.” He shoved away from Jase. “I want my brother back.”

  Jase straightened and tugged his shirt into place. “Your brother is long gone.” He pivoted to face Kell, who had blood running down his face from the broken nose. “Mind your own business.”

  “No. This mating will not happen.” Kell wiped blood off with the back of his hand. “Brenna, pack a bag. We’re out of here.”

  Brenna stepped over shards of wood to stand next to Jase. “What in the world are you doing in Dublin? I thought you were fighting in the north.”

  “I heard you were attacked.” Kell eyed Jase and clenched his hands into fists.

  “She was. Great job protecting her, enforcer,” Jase said.

  Kell’s left eyebrow rose. “You are not mating this self-destructive bastard.”

  Brenna sighed. “I love you, Kell. But my mind is made up, and you need to respect that.”

  “Over my dead body,” the witch hissed.

  “That can be arranged,” Jase drawled.

  Conn rubbed his head. “Shut the fuck up, Jase.”

  Brenna tangled her fingers with Jase’s. “Everyone just calm down.”

  Jase kept his gaze on the witch and tried to ignore the sense of comfort he felt from Brenna taking his side. Her small hand felt fragile in his. “In fact, everyone get the hell out. Brenna and I weren’t finished talking.”

  Moira held both hands out. Her wild red hair curled around her shoulders, and her eyes were pissed. “Enough testosterone, damn it. Kell, Brenna is a big girl who can make her own decisions. Besides, you should look at her medical records before being such a jackass.”

  Kell frowned. “What medical records?”

  Brenna’s hand trembled in Jase’s.

  Jase growled. “Get out, and go look at them.”

  Kell scratched his chin. “Fine. But nothing is happening before the cultural event tomorrow, right?”

  “Right,” Brenna said.

  “Good.” The enforcer smiled, his gaze on Jase. “Then we’ll discuss this further tomorrow.”

  Jase’s shoulders went back. “I look forward to it.” He glanced down at the small woman so bravely facing one of the most dangerous predators on earth. What in the world was he going to do with her? Then he frowned. “What cultural event?”

  Chapter 6

  Brenna stood in the foyer and patted her pinned-up hair. “I’m not sure ’bout this dress.”

  “ ’Tis perfect.” Moira shimmied her blue dress down over the gun strapped to her inner thigh. “You look gorgeous.”

  “Hmm.” Brenna glanced down at the beaded mesh halter gown. The sparkly material revealed the tops of her breasts and cut in severely at the waist. It was backless, yet the skirt allowed enough room for her weapon. “Thanks for the new gun.”

  “I thought you’d like it.” Her sister smiled, but humor failed to reach her stunning green eyes. “The vampires created the stub-version a couple of months ago. It’s as deadly as a normal laser but fits much better in a smaller hand.”

  Brenna sighed. “Stop worrying so. Everything is going to be fine.”

  “I’m not worrying.” Moira slipped a knife into her evening bag. “It’s just, well, the Jase who came back from captivity isn’t the same Jase we all knew and loved. We still love him, but I’m not sure he’s safe.”

  Of course he wasn’t safe. The guy was dynamite with an already lit fuse. “I need his strength and bloodline. Even with that power, there’s a chance I still won’t recover from the poisoning.”

  “Don’t say that.” Panic swept the color from Moira’s face. She clutched her bag. “Why did you wait so long?”

  “I don’t know. I guess I figured the doctors would find a cure.” Plus, she hadn’t really had someone in mind to mate. Until now.

  Moira nodded. “I get that.”

  “Why hasn’t the king gotten Jase some help?” Brenna asked.

  Moira snorted. “Have you met Jase? You can’t help someone who doesn’t want it.”

  Dread slid through Brenna’s veins. “There’s only one thing he wants. Revenge against the demons.”

  “I know.” Moira reached for the damaged front door to tug open. “Just make sure you don’t get caught in that crossfire, little sister. He’ll go through anybody to reach that goal.”

  Yeah, he would. “I understand.”

  “Oh.” Moira paused halfway into the hallway. “I forgot to tell you. We rounded up all the members of CRAP and will hold them until after the winter solstice. You’re safe.”

  “Good.” Frankly, she hadn’t felt much fear after Jase demolished most of their soldiers. But it was a relief to know the group wouldn’t be protesting at the cultural event. Sometimes the protests took a toll on her, although she never let the strain show. “I guess there’s no reason for Jase to attend tonight.” A surprising disappointment slid through her at the thought.

  “Yet, here I am.” Jase suddenly loomed in the hallway.

  Moira hurried over to the other doorway, where Conn had just emerged.

  Brenna smiled at the vampire to mask her racing heart. The black tuxedo emphasized Jase’s long and lean body in a way that totally failed to hide the predator beneath the suit. In fact, the civilized style only enhanced his wildness. His gaze ran over her dress, and her body reacted as if he’d used his hands.

  “You look stunning,” he said.

  Pleasure bloomed in her chest. “Thank you. You clean up really nice, Kayrs.”

  A rare dimple flashed in his right cheek. “Using my last name won’t work to distance yourself from me, baby.” He held out an arm. “Now tell me what exactly this shindig is, will you?”

  She slid her hand through his arm, marveling at the hardness. “It’s the Coven Nine’s winter ball. We invite dignitaries from many witch organizations as well as some fairies, vampires, and shifters. Truth be told, it’s our Nine Christmas party, too.” Speaking of which, she had to finish her shopping before all of this mating stuff took place.

  He nodded. “I am not sitting on Santa’s lap.”

  “Did you just make a joke . . . Kayrs?” She pushed her ever-present glasses up her nose.

  “I’m a funny guy . . . Dunne.” He escorted her to the elevator, and once inside, leaned out to where Moira was assisting Conn with cuff links. “We’ll meet you at the car.” Pressing a button, he waited until the door shut.

  Brenna frowned. “We could’ve waited.”

  “No. We didn’t finish earlier.”

  She stepped back. “Finish what?”

  One eyebrow rose. Slowly, his fangs dropped low.

  Her rear hit the side wall too quickly. There was no escape. “What are you doing?”

  He slashed his wrist. “Drink.”

  Heated breath rushed out of her lungs. “Oh.”

  “Yeah. I bit you, now you bite me. We’ll get your strength up in no time.” He waited, dripping blood onto the floor. “Come here, Brenna.”

  One step and he could be in her space. But no. He wanted her to move. She steeled her shoulders. “No.”

  His chin lowered while his gaze kept hers. The slightest of curves ti
ghtened his lips. “I find I don’t like hearing that word from you.”

  She raised an eyebrow. “Watch yourself, Kayrs. You’re sounding like a vampire mate.”

  “You’d better hope I’m not feeling like one.” The elevator stopped, and the doors slid open. Smooth as silk, Jase moved in front of the exit, easily blocking any escape. “Now come here and take my blood.”

  Fire swept through her. Some anger and a whole lot of desire. The calm, clearly demanding tone of voice he used slid right under her skin to soften her sex. What in the world was wrong with her? One time was safe, but taking more of the vampire’s blood would give him a bigger hold on her. Of course, mating him would pretty much clinch the deal. “I don’t take orders well. Ever.”

  “That’s unfortunate.” All of his formidable concentration focused right on her. “We’re not leaving this space until you take some blood.”

  The elevator doors tried to close, and he blocked them with his body. An alarm began to buzz. Bollocks.

  “Fine.” She moved toward him, grabbed his wrist, and bit. Hard.

  “I was already bleeding,” he murmured.

  She sucked in the life-giving liquid and stepped back, dropping his hand. Energy rippled down her throat, igniting her blood. “My bad.”

  He lifted his arm to lick the wound closed. Lucky vampire spit. “As the youngest, I have a feeling you’ve gotten away with quite the bit in the Dunne family.”

  True. Since a good part of the world was against her, the entire family had banded around her for protection. Yet sometimes, they’d stifled her. “Your point?”

  “I’m not part of your family. You push me, and I’ll pull you exactly where I want you.”

  The damn man couldn’t even deliver a predictable cliché. Even so, a shiver of awareness tickled down her spine. “I will keep that in mind.” She’d been raised by volatile, plasma-throwing, stubborn witches. Did he really think a vampire scared her? “Though you should probably remember that the second I regain my strength, I could blow up your entire world.”

  He pivoted and held out an arm. “I look forward to your attempt.”