A Dangerous Man

by Raven Stone

  Degarr broke off the kiss and laughed. “You’re right. That’s not why we’re here.”

  He tucked me back into his chest, but left my leg where it was.

  Jamie might have been pleased, Degarr may have been pleased, but I spent the entire ride with my body on fire.

  Chapter 20

  Nadia – Chicago

  I was damn near shaking with need by the time Degarr took the scarf off.

  I blinked at the bright lights, taking in the pleasantly smiling woman in front of me before turning my head and finding Degarr.

  To say that I eyeball fucked him was to describe the situation in mild terms.

  “Oh my,” the doctor said. “Did she take some drug too?”

  Jamie laughed.

  “No,” Degarr replied. “But she needs to talk with the vampire from last night.”

  The doctor assessed Degarr, and then me, and I had a feeling she knew exactly what drug I was on.

  “Are you sure?” she asked me. “He can be a bit taxing.”

  I blinked. Did she mean Degarr, or this witness?

  She smiled, as if she knew what I was thinking.

  “The witness,” she said. “His name’s Leo. Come on.” She took my wrist, and led me into another room, while Degarr and Jamie followed us.

  The room had a clinical air to it, and a functional design. It lacked windows, and decorations, or any sort of cheer. There was one full sized bed, a brown chair stuck in a corner, and a closet.

  The man in the bed had a grumpy expression, and his arms were crossed. I would say he also looked sick, but actually, he looked unnatural. His skin was whiter than the moon on a clear night, while all traces of white were gone from his eyes, replaced by a startling blue that stretched from corner to corner.

  I’d have known he wasn’t human, even if I’d never heard of vampires.

  “Is this what you look like?” I asked Degarr.

  He frowned. “Hell no. He’s a baby. I look a lot scarier than that.”

  “He really does,” the man in the bed agreed.

  I smiled at Degarr. “I wasn’t doubting your ferocity, baby.”

  I cringed as soon as the words left my mouth. My words, my tone, sounded affectionate, for God’s sake.

  Who the hell was I?

  I brushed the disturbing moment aside, and focused on the vampire on the bed.

  “Tell me what happened to you, Leo.”

  “Again? How many times do I have to say it?”

  “As many times as we need you to.” Degarr growled.

  The other man shrank back against his pillow. “Fine. I went to a party in a warehouse. A hot blonde slipped me a pill. End of story.”

  It was clear he didn’t want to talk, but that wasn’t going to work for me. I leaned in closer, and smiled.

  “A hot blonde you say?” I asked, my voice full of interest. “How hot?”

  He relaxed a bit, and turned his gaze to me.

  “Mega hot. Boobs out to here,” he motioned, “tiny waist, big ass.”

  “You know her?” I asked.

  “No.”

  “So, this mega hot blonde comes up to you at a party. What does she say to you?”

  “She said she felt connected to me from across the room, and she just had to talk to me,” he said.

  “Then what happened?” I asked.

  “She admitted she was on molly, and said she really wanted a kiss. So I kissed her.”

  “And then?”

  “She passed me a pill while we were kissing. I didn’t think anything of it, I just swallowed it.” He shrugged. “She also spilled her drink on me, so she went to get napkins, but she never came back.”

  “Do you still have the clothes?” I asked. “The ones she spilled the drink on?”

  Leo turned to the doctor.

  “Of course,” she replied.

  She opened the closet, then handed me the one shirt that had been hanging inside. It was dirty and covered in a sparkly stain that I recognized. I raised the shirt to my face and sniffed it, just to be sure.

  “It’s a Fuck Me Unicorn. It’s a drink they sell at a lot of these parties. As far as I can tell, they didn’t spike it with anything,” I said.

  “Which means?” Degarr asked.

  “That means the pill didn’t need an activator to work. He either got the full dose and the intended effect, or he got a wicked side effect. The stain also tells us he wasn’t the only mark. Spilling that drink on him wasn’t an accident, or a convenient getaway. It told the other girls she was working with that she’d dosed him.”

  Degarr’s gaze turned to the man in the bed. “Which means there are others out there, right now, like him.”

  “Most likely,” I replied.

  “Dammit. Can you find this girl?”

  “Yes.”

  “Good. Doc, any luck on reversing the effects?” Degarr asked.

  “Not yet,” she replied. “It would help if I knew what I was dealing with.”

  “Would one or two of the pills help?” I asked.

  Everyone in the room stared at me.

  “Yes,” the doctor replied. “Can you get me some?”

  I smiled. “Absolutely.”

  Chapter 21

  Nadia – Chicago

  Five calls later and I knew who threw the party. Finding out who had ordered the drugs – without taking the contract with Oleg – was proving to be more difficult, but I had an idea about how to get that information. Fortunately, that idea was on her way over, since I’d promised her Chinese food and wine. The food was on its way too.

  Now I had nothing left to except wait and stare hungrily at Degarr, thinking of the many wicked things he could do to me with that scarf. He caught me staring at him and grinned, just as the doorbell rang.

  I opened the door, handing delivery bags to Jamie and paying the delivery guy just as Honeygirl appeared behind him.

  “Looks like I got here just in time,” she said, coming in and enveloping me in a hug. “Hey girl.”

  I returned her hug while awkwardly patting her back. I wasn’t the hugging type, but Honeygirl didn’t seem to notice or mind.

  “Hey,” I replied, and let her go. I tugged on her hair, and her signature scent of cake and vanilla wafted towards me. “Pink this week, huh?”

  She spun in a tiny circle with her arms out wide. “Do you like it?”

  I took her in new look. She’d dyed her hair pink and styled it into two balls. She was also wearing bubble-gum pink lipstick, a pink-and-white t-shirt, white shorts, and pink shoes.

  “Very pretty,” I said. “What’s in the bag?”

  “Dessert.” She giggled.

  Honeygirl was fun and bubbly, and she loved to bake. I knew she partied pretty hard – which was why I’d called her – but I always had the feeling that one day she would leave that world and open up her own bakery.

  “Great.” I took the bag from her and headed into the kitchen.

  “Ooh,” she breathed, catching sight of Jamie and Degarr for the first time. “I didn’t know you had company.”

  “I hope you don’t mind,” I said over my shoulder.

  “Not at all.” Her reply was breathless.

  I made the introductions, and everyone gathered in the kitchen. I set up everything family style, including wine and beer. Jamie and Degarr each grabbed a beer, while us girls stuck to wine. Everyone except Degarr started eating while I grilled Honeygirl about the party.

  “So, I heard the Coverton party was amazing. Did you get to go?” I asked.

  “Absolutely. It was a ton of fun.” She smiled. “You should go next time. All of you.” Her eyes took in Jamie and Degarr, making it clear she was including them.

  “When is it?” Jamie asked.

  “I’m not sure. I have one of those card thingies.” She dug into her purse, and put a glossy postcard on the counter. “Here it is. It’s a month from now. Want to go?” This time she asked Jamie directly.

  He shot a quick look at D
egarr. “We might not be in town then.”

  “Bummer. Tell you what,” she lightly touched his arm before grabbing a pen from her purse, “call me if you are, okay?” She wrote her number on the back, and slid it over to him.

  Jamie took it with a smile and slipped it into his pocket. “Okay.”

  “Good.” She smiled and picked up her wine.

  “Who did you go with this time?” I asked.

  “Just a couple of the girls. You know.” She shrugged, trying to play things cool in front of Jamie.

  I nodded, pushing a fork through my food.

  “Were any of them working?” I asked casually. “Maybe passing something new around?”

  Honeygirl bit her lip. “Bellamie –”

  “I’m asking because a friend of theirs went,” I shot a pointed look at Jamie, “and he didn’t feel good afterwards.”

  “I’m so sorry.” She shot a stricken look towards the ginger and then Degarr. “Is your friend okay?”

  “He will be,” Degarr said. “But it would really help if we could find out what made him sick.”

  “That’s why I called you,” I told her. “I thought you or the girls might know if something new was being passed out that night.”

  “Shit,” she said softly. “Yes, to both questions. I don’t work the parties like that, because I just want to have fun, but I know some girls did that night. I don’t think that’s what made your friend sick, though. I tried one and it didn’t do anything.”

  “Do you know if there are any left?” I asked.

  “Of course there’s some left. Amber always sets a few aside, just in case.” She took a sip of her wine.

  “Amber?” I repeated. I’d never met her, since I didn’t work the party circuit here, but I’d heard she was blonde and pretty. “Can you get me in touch with her?”

  “Sure. I’ll have her call you tomorrow, okay?”

  “Great. Thank you!” I picked up my wine, but I could feel her eyes on me. “What?”

  “I appreciate the food, and the view.” Her eyes swept over Jamie and Degarr. “But if you’re going to pump me like that, I expect a bit more.”

  Jamie laughed, while Degarr raised his eyebrows.

  “I thought you might.” I went over to my purse and took out a small pink box with a pretty bow on top. “This is for you.”

  She gave me a curious look, then opened the box and took out the piece of paper inside. Her hand flew to her mouth.

  “Bellamie, this is to the bakery convention in a few months,” she said in a hushed voice.

  “I know.”

  “This is the awesomest gift ever!” She screamed and hugged me.

  “I’m glad you like it,” I said.

  We both sat down again, and everyone dug into their food as Honeygirl excitedly told us all about the convention. Degarr stood there quietly, leaning against the counter and occasionally drinking from his beer. I didn’t like the look in his eyes whenever he glanced at me.

  He thought I’d done a good thing. Something sweet, maybe, because I’d bought something baking related for Honeygirl. That was wrong. If I was sweet, I would have given it to her right away. Instead, I saved it for a moment like this one.

  Him looking at me like that wasn’t going to change that reality.

  “Okay, you guys have to try my latest dessert. Even you, mysterious beer man,” Honeygirl said.

  Degarr raised his eyebrows, but didn’t say anything, staying noncommittal as she opened up the bag and put the treats on the counter.

  “What is it?” I asked.

  “Salted dark chocolate mousse,” Honeygirl said proudly, spreading out six small containers and a handful of spoons.

  Degarr’s hand immediately shot out and grabbed the closest one, picking up a spoon at the same time. He had the lid off and the spoon in the dessert by the time Jamie’s hand reached into the empty space where the container had been.

  “Shit,” Jamie said.

  “There’s plenty more,” Honeygirl said.

  “That’s not it,” he replied, his eyes on the other man.

  Degarr loaded up the spoon and put it into his mouth. Then he let out a low moan that went straight to my core.

  “That is so good,” he said, then loaded up another spoon.

  I stood there, my mouth falling open at the sight in front of me. The tough guy cradled the container to his chest like it was precious and ate from it with relish. I finally managed to close my mouth as warmth spread throughout me.

  “Degarr,” I said, smiling.

  “What?” he asked.

  “You’re adorable,” I replied.

  He stopped long enough to shoot me a dark look. “I’m not adorable.” Then he dug right back in, looking, well, adorable.

  Jamie gave a long, suffering sigh. “Don’t encourage him,” he told me, before turning his attention back to Degarr. “You’re going to get sick.”

  Degarr’s eyes flicked to me, and then back to Jamie. “No, I’m not.”

  “You are if you eat too much of that,” he replied.

  “Food intolerance, huh?” Honeygirl asked.

  Degarr nodded. “You could say that.” Then he ran his tongue along the spoon, and my insides turned to liquid heat.

  “Degarr, baby?”

  “Yes?” he asked without looking up.

  “Can I be the spoon?” I didn’t mean that to come out as breathless as it did, but I really wanted to be the spoon.

  He stopped what he was doing.

  And there was that smile again.

  Baby.

  I stopped breathing as I watched him put the spoon and the empty container into the sink.

  “Breathe,” he whispered into my ear. Then he swept me up in his arms, making me gasp in surprise.

  “Thanks for the mousse,” he said to Honeygirl.

  I had time to see her give him a shy smile and a nod, before he carried me down the hall.

  Chapter 22

  Nadia – Chicago

  Finally finally finally.

  Degarr closed the bedroom door behind us and set me on my feet.

  “Take your clothes off,” he whispered in my ear. “I want you naked before me.”

  “So bossy.”

  His hand wrapped around my neck. “You have no idea how bossy I can be.” His hand trailed down me, and he kissed the nape of my neck, sending shivers down me. “I thought you wanted to be the spoon?”

  “I do,” I said breathlessly, shamelessly.

  His hand slipped under my clothes, under my bra, and pinched my nipple. I gasped in surprise as heat shot through me.

  “Then get on the bed, naked,” he whispered.

  I slipped out of his arms, shucking my clothes in seconds and crawling onto the bed. By the time I was done, Degarr was standing there naked. I sucked in a breath.

  Holy fucking hell.

  Degarr was incredibly, essentially male. His big body was covered in scars and muscles that made it clear that he was a fighter, a warrior. Those strong arms and powerful thighs weren’t built in the gym for the sole purpose of leg day; they were meant for use. Heat raced down my skin as my eyes swept over him. One part of him in particular looked very ready for me. The heat racing through me pooled between my thighs.

  In turn, Degarr’s dark gaze roamed my body, his expression making it clear that he appreciated what he saw too.

  I reached over and pulled out a condom from my nightstand drawer. I opened it, then crawled down the bed. Degarr’s grey eyes stayed on me as I rolled the condom down his thick, hard length, my body clenching with need.

  “Lay back on the bed,” he said huskily.

  I smiled and did as he asked. He crawled onto the bed, and gently guided my thighs apart before burying his head between my legs.

  God.

  I’d asked to be the spoon, and oh my God, he was treating me just like I was one. Long, slow licks went up the most sensitive parts of me, his strong hands gripping my thighs as he kept them apart. Then his
tongue dove into me.

  I cried out, burying my hands in his hair and clenching hard.

  He responded by licking me faster, swirling that wicked tongue of his around my bud, and then slipping a finger into me.

  My body clenched around that finger. Hard. Wanting so much more.

  I moaned.

  “Degarr, please.”

  “Please, what?” He grinned.

  Wicked, wicked man.

  My fingers clenched in his hair.

  “Fuck me, baby. Bury that thick cock of yours in me, and your fangs too.”

  The grin widened into a smile. He raised himself on all fours, his body mere inches from mine. That dark, heated gaze swept my body, and then he plunged into me.

  With fangs and cock he thrust into me at the same time, burying himself in me.

  I cried out as my body welcomed him, like he’d always been meant to be there, fangs and cock both.

  Finally.

  I ran my hand across his head again, caressing him as he fed deeply from me. Feasting on me, feeding from my blood even as he thrust his cock into me.

  God, should anything feel this good?

  Every time he pulled my blood into him, it felt like his fingers were reaching into me, going impossibly deep and stroking me from the inside, as his hard cock hit the same spot from the outside.

  I moaned, loud and long, not caring if the others could hear. This was everything I’d dreamed of for months, and now that it was finally here I wasn’t going to hold back.

  I wrapped my legs around him, pulling him deeper into me, and he rewarded me with a muffled moan of his own.

  A pleased smile spread across my face as my eyes drifted shut.

  Yes, this was what I’d wanted. Me finally having him.

  Degarr, that strange, sexy, warm man, finally filling me, plunging into me as he fed on my neck. He hit the most pleasurable parts of me in two different ways at the same time, and I found myself gasping, and writhing, small noises of pleasure pouring out of me.

  Then both ways converged, right in the center of me.

  I threw back my head, calling out as my orgasm crashed over me, blocking out everything else.