I backed away on shaky legs, the roar of lust slamming into my subconscious making me almost glad he was chained. He felt wild, almost feral. Like he thought this was the last time we’d be together and he’d hold nothing back except the demon raging inside him. I drew the shirt over my head and tossed it aside, my skin rippling with gooseflesh under the rake of his gaze. My bra came off next, nipples already hard and aching. Then my jeans. I pulled my panties down with them, kicking both aside.
“Ravishing.”
His accent was thicker, and he stared at me like he’d devour my flesh with his eyes. I stared back, absorbing the view of pale crystal flesh stretched over muscles that bunched and flexed against the chains. His features were almost frightening in their fierce beauty; mouth fuller from our recent kiss, eyes glittering green, jaw clenching from passionate impatience.
I was impatient, too, emotions surging in me that went well beyond lust. Someone was trying to steal away the most important person in the world to me, and I was going to take back what was mine. His gaze flared brighter when I stalked over, yanking away the last of the chains around his hips. A wealth of rigid flesh filled my hands when a rough tug split open the front of his jeans. Then I stepped on the discarded pile of metal to raise myself to his height, sliding my thigh up to his waist.
His mouth crushed over mine, tongue sensually ravaging me as he bent to bring that hard flesh against my center. I didn’t have time to reach down to assist before a strong arch pushed him inside me, wringing a gasp from me that his mouth absorbed. Every nerve ending flared in welcome as another thrust brought him deeper, sending more pleasure searing through me. I gripped his shoulders through the chains when he moved again, burying himself to the hilt and then grinding against my clitoris in a way that sent spasms ricocheting through my loins.
I cried out when he did it again, locking my arms around his neck for leverage and hiking my other thigh up to press myself closer. He began to move in strong, measured strokes that had me begging for more in between kisses. Power slid along my back, curling around me to hold me aloft and molding my hips tighter against him than mere hands ever could. His thrusts intensified, sending aching currents of rapture through me. My head fell back and I leaned against that invisible grip, loins clenching in frenzied bliss with every deep, rapid stroke.
His throaty growls and my moans drowned out the clanking noises from the chains as we moved faster, faster, until I wasn’t aware of anything except the overwhelming sensations surging inside me. They culminated in a climax that tore a hoarse shout from me, the feel of Bones’s answering spasms sending more ecstatic ripples through my body.
Twenty
I SAGGED AGAINST him, feeling as though my arms and legs had been replaced with jelly. At some point, he’d knelt down as far as the chains allowed, so cold metal bit into my knees from my straddling him, but I didn’t care. Everything still tingled too much for me to focus on the lack of comfortable surroundings.
“I don’t want to move . . . ever,” I managed.
His laugh was soft, wicked, and free of the concerns that bound him more securely than the chains lashing him to the support beam. Hearing it was another form of bliss, only this one reverberated deeper than even my previous, explosive climax.
Something soft touched my legs. I glanced down and saw a blanket winding its way up that had formerly been in the corner. Bones’s power curled it higher, until it draped across my shoulders and warded away the chill in the air. Just further evidence that his will alone restrained him, rather than all the chains and locks Ian and I had wrapped around him.
“Show-off,” I murmured, tucking it over both of us.
He smiled, but a shadow crossed his features, which I knew was the demon coming between us again. “I kept her from using that power as much as I could. If she takes me over once more, the chains will slow her enough for you to shoot me. Don’t hesitate. You’ll only have moments.”
I didn’t glance behind me to where we’d stacked the guns, but they were within easy reach. “I won’t, but let’s not talk about that now. You should try to get some sleep.”
“No,” he said at once. “She wants me to sleep so my resolve will be weakened and she can take me over again.”
Anger burned through me, fueled by my love for Bones and the territorialism that was passed down from every vampire before me. This demon wasn’t going to win. She was going to pay for picking my husband to possess. I’d chase her all the way to hell and back if that’s what I had to do to get my revenge.
“Well, then she’s got a long damn wait,” I said, forcing my rage back enough to smile. “You rarely sleep as it is, and that’s when you’re not trying to squash a hell-bitch.”
He touched his forehead to mine, closing his eyes. “You sleep, Kitten. You know I love holding you while you dream.”
He couldn’t touch me with his hands, but further waves of power cocooned me, somehow more intimate than flesh. I hated that he thought this might be the last time I fell asleep next to him, as the emotions brushing mine told me. With the demon lodged in him, Bones felt like every moment between us had an expiration date if he wanted to keep me safe. But I was equally stubborn about saving his life. This demon didn’t know it yet, but she’d picked the wrong couple to fuck with.
I slid my arms around his neck, shifting until I was draped across his lap instead of straddling him. Then I closed my eyes, sighing as I got as comfortable as possible. I wasn’t afraid to fall asleep next to him, demon-possessed or not. Nothing in this world or under it would make Bones drop his guard and endanger me while I was vulnerable.
“I love you,” I whispered, tucking my head under his chin.
Something teased at my subconscious right as I felt myself drift off. Balchezek, talking about the intricacies of simultaneous possession of vampires. The upside is that if you pull it off, you’re not limited to only possessing your anchor’s human family. You could also go up to the third or fourth generation of your anchor’s siring bloodline . . .
Wraith was the female demon’s anchor, but that meant she should only have been able to possess Bones first. Once in Bones, she could have split off into the other vampires when they fell asleep; everyone at the cabin except Denise was within the required first four generations of the same vampiric bloodline. But it wasn’t Bones that the demon had mutilated in that hotel room in order to force her first simultaneous possession. That had been Annette, yet Wraith and Annette weren’t related as he and Bones were, so that shouldn’t have been possible, unless . . .
I bolted upright, startling Bones. “What?” he demanded.
“Bones. I— I think Annette might be the person who changed Wraith into a vampire two centuries ago.”
THE SUN WAS just starting to set when Balchezek suddenly appeared in our underground hideout.
“Got some news,” he announced. He might disparage ghosts, but he had a lot in common with them when it came to unexpected entrances. “Let’s talk topside so we can have some privacy.”
“Go,” Bones said when I hesitated, hating the need to treat him this way because of the enemy inside him. But I pushed that back and threw on some clothes, then met Balchezek outside by the side of the road, where it was impossible for Bones to overhear us. Ian was there, too, eyeing the demon expectantly.
“I did some digging about how you boot the demon from your pals,” Balchezek started. “I was right! There is a way aside from the bone-knife-to-the-eyes approach, and the only person who has to die is the demon’s main anchor.”
“Wraith,” I said, feeling torn. “We’d have to kill Wraith?”
Balchezek beamed. “Who’s your favorite demon, huh? Told you I’d earn the revoltingly high check you’re going to give me.”
“But you said before that you could save Bones and all the others without killing them,” I reminded him.
“Yeah, your other friends.” A shrug. “Didn’t think you considered Wraith your friend.”
“I don’t, b
ut if he’s possessed, an innocent man who happens to be my husband’s brother is still in there somewhere,” I replied sharply.
Balchezek sighed. “If you believe in the naïve idea that anyone’s innocent, then that’s true. Look, I hate to use a cliché, but you can’t make an omelet without breaking some eggs, okay? You have to choose between the lives of all your friends or the life of one stranger you just happen to be related to.”
I said nothing, but my jaw clenched, the only outward sign of the roiling emotions that crested through me.
“If it helps, I doubt he has much personality left,” Balchezek went on. “I told you that Hazael would’ve had to possess her anchor when he was still human. How long do you think your boy has been a vampire? Because that’s how long he’s been possessed. Probably a vegetable by now.” A shrug. “Like I said, if your kind were easy to squat inside, my people wouldn’t be afraid of ruffling your feathers. We’d have taken you over millennia ago instead.”
Two centuries of being possessed. Even if Wraith did have any consciousness left, he must be a madman after having his will hijacked that long. No one’s sanity could endure that much stress.
“If it’s the only way to save the others, then Wraith dies,” Ian stated.
I wanted to disagree, to find another way, because it was awful enough to sentence an innocent man to die for the greater good, but even worse when that man was the brother Bones never knew. Yet I said nothing, and my silence confirmed my acceptance.
I was glad we couldn’t tell Bones this. He’d think we were withholding information because we didn’t want the demon in him overhearing our plots, but I didn’t want Bones to carry the guilt over it. He’d taken vengeance against my father so I wouldn’t have to. The least I could do was carry the sin of his brother’s blood on my hands versus his. I might not like sacrificing Wraith’s life, but if it was a choice between him or Bones, that was no choice to me.
And the demon didn’t seem to realize it, but he’d revealed another important detail. I exchanged a glance with Ian, who nodded almost imperceptibly. He’d caught it, too.
“When do we strike?” I asked.
“Have to wait until mid-December,” Balchezek replied.
“No way. She knows we’re onto her. Why would we give her another two weeks to plot against us?”
“How many times do I have to tell you I don’t make the rules?” Balchezek grumbled. “Mid-December is when many of the world’s largest religions begin their big to-do’s. Christmas, Hanukkah, Winter Solstice, Muharram . . . faith is at an all-time high. That weakens demons. If you want to drive those splits out of your pals, that’s when you have your best shot.”
“If she knows she’ll be weaker soon, what’s to stop her from killing everyone before that happens? That’s what I would do,” Ian stated with blunt callousness.
“Survival instinct,” the demon replied. He jerked his head at me. “Know how your vampire grabbed control instead of killing her, or watching you sex her up? What do you think will happen if the demon tries to kill the people those other vampires care about? She’ll have a mass uprising, that’s what. So until she’s got everything in place, she’ll keep those vamps complacent by not fucking with who they love.”
Everything in place. For the demon, that would be her assurance of taking over Bones’s line when he died. He’d publicly disowned me, but if needed, we could reverse that and deal with the consequences of his enemies and people knowing they had no head to their line. Plus, as long as we had Bones, then the demon couldn’t act against the others yet. She’d need them if she tried to find another way to grab the same power. We would use her own plan against the bitch.
“All right, then it’s mid-December.” My smile was tight. “So we have to kill Wraith, which we know how to do. But how do we get the demon’s splits out of Bones and the others?”
Balchezek laced his hands behind his head. “That’s where your filmy little friends come in.”
Twenty-One
TWO WEEKS BEFORE Christmas, Fabian flew into our new location in a derelict waterfront factory with the news we’d been waiting for.
“Denise picked up the charges and she is on the boat.”
“Thank God she managed to get away,” I breathed. “How’d she do it?”
“Wraith would not consent to let her leave no matter what excuse she fabricated, so Denise turned herself into a duplicate of your cat and meowed at the door until one of them let her outside. They never knew it was her.”
Faint wonder tinged Fabian’s voice at Denise’s shapeshifting ability. It still bowled me over, too, and I’d seen her do it several times.
Ian chuckled. “Clever poppet.”
I was too keyed up to comment on Denise’s smart improvisation. Bones was below in the former boiler room, slumped in his chains, locked in a battle of wills against a creature that could be thousands of years old. So much of his willpower focused on his internal struggle that he couldn’t spare the energy to stand. Fifteen days of this while not allowing himself a moment of sleep had taken a brutal toll.
It had tormented me to watch the demon eat him up from the inside out while not being able to help, but finally, I could act. Not a moment too soon, either. Even with his extraordinary willpower, I didn’t think Bones could make it much longer.
“Then let’s get this show on the road,” I stated. “Fabian, you know what to do. Ian, summon Balchezek. I’ll get Bones.”
I went downstairs, my heart clenching when I saw his dark head bent forward on his chest. His eyes were closed, and not a muscle twitched on his tall frame. Inwardly, I sighed. He’d fallen asleep. I knew it would happen soon. It had been a miracle that he’d held out this long, especially since Bones had no idea that we were waiting for a specific date to act. How could we tell him when that would only be alerting the demon, too? He’d been fighting with no end in sight, and his body had at last given out.
Well, maybe we’d be lucky and he’d sleep so long that we’d have the demon beaten before he woke up and she took over—
His eyes opened, startling me. They settled on me in what looked like an unfocused manner.
“Kitten?”
“Bones?” I replied with the same amount of question in my voice.
“Mmm.” That was his only response, as if more words were too much for him.
Was it still him? He might have had his eyes closed for concentration; I’d seen him do that before. But in his current state, I’d be amazed if he could shut his eyes and not sleep. Or had he been asleep and this was the demon pretending to be exhausted so I’d think Bones was still at the forefront?
I had to be sure. “What was the first thing I said to you when we met?” The demon had infected his body, but Bones had confirmed that she didn’t have access to his memories, just like he knew almost nothing about her.
He didn’t reply, just kept staring at me with that unfocused look in his eyes. I shook his shoulder roughly, chains rattling under my touch.
“Come on, Bones! What was the first thing I said to you when we met?”
Even as I spoke, I drew my gun out of my pants. I kept one on me at all times now, knowing it was only a matter of time until I had to shoot him.
“Hallo handsome,” he mumbled. “Want to fuck?”
Relief coursed through me and I put my gun back in its holster. Those were the words I’d said when I was an inexperienced vampire hunter looking to entice Bones outside so I could kill him. What I’d lacked in charm I made up for in bluntness.
“You have to hang on a little longer,” I told him as I began to unwind the chains that tethered him to several pipes. “We’re moving to another location.”
“Kitten, I can’t . . . do this anymore.”
The words sliced through me like a dozen silver blades. He sounded so awful that all I wanted to do was cradle him while he slept for three straight days. This was too much. I wouldn’t have held out half this long. It was horrible to ask anything else of him, but ev
en though it was unfair, I had to push all my tender feelings aside.
“You need to do this,” I said sharply. “We’re not safe here and we need to leave. Don’t you dare fall asleep and let her attack us now. I thought you loved me.”
I hated myself for every word. If I were Bones, I’d tell me to fuck off and then I’d start snoring. But he shook his head as if to clear it and then somehow forced himself to stand even with hundreds of pounds of chains coiled around him.
I’d never loved him more—or been more determined to boot that she-bitch inside him back to hell. “That’s right,” I went on while mentally promising to make this up to him. “Stay alert.”
I kept up a steady stream of conversation that only a drill sergeant would consider encouraging as I removed most of the chains but kept his arms locked to his chest in a metallic version of a straightjacket. Then I stuck some earphones in his ears and put a black hood over his face with a final brusque admonition for him to stay focused. Heartless bitch, table for one! I thought, but if things went according to plan, he’d be free of the demon tonight. As my last step of preparation, I duct-taped an iPod to his chains and turned it up. Loudly.
Thus blinded and deafened, I led him up the stairs to the first floor. It would have been quicker if I carried him, but an abrupt “no” from under the hood stopped me when I started to lift him. Male pride survived even a fortnight’s lack of sleep and a demon’s merciless assault, it seemed. That was fine. Bones could be cursing me up one side and down the other as an ungrateful bitch, and if it gave him strength, I’d cheer him on.
Ian stood next to a bloody series of symbols, Balchezek on the other side of them. Good to know he still responded promptly to his supernatural pages. A plastic container the size of a purse was at the demon’s feet, and he hefted it with a smile.
“All right, fangers. Let’s put the baby in your friends to bed!”
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