At Grave s End

by Jeaniene Frost

  Of course, if he were human, I wouldn’t have concerned myself with the gun pointing at me. I could dodge the bullets faster than a human could fire them, but not faster than a vampire. I knew that from painful experience.

  I let Tate shift until he was on kneeling in front of me, since it completely cut off their view of my back. Much easier to go for my knives this way.

  “Enough stalling.”

  Kratas tapped his gun for emphasis. At a guess, we were almost to the halfway point. Shit. This was going to be close.

  Mentally I shouted a message to Bones, although I had no idea if he was close enough to hear me. I’m going to count it down, Bones. School’s out at zero.

  Five…

  Tate stopped kissing me to unbutton his pants. His eyes were blazing green.

  Four…

  I clutched his shoulder while my other, hidden hand coiled around my knives.

  Three…

  Tate unzipped his jeans, and he wasn’t wearing any underwear. It was all I could do not to jerk back and give the charade away. Yeah, this was way further than I’d ever anticipated things would go.

  Two…

  Three things happened at once. I whipped my arm around to send the blades sailing; Kratas fired, the bullet striking me in the side instead of the heart because of Tate’s body in front of mine; and the roof ripped right off the limo.

  There was a stunned second when I saw Bones before he snatched me out of the car. In the next instant, Spade and Ian descended like bats from hell onto the now-convertible limo while Tick Tock and Dave slammed into it from the highway.

  The few cars on the road screeched madly around the careening vehicle. All of this I observed from my new viewpoint of fifty feet in the air, gripped in the crook of Bones’s arm. I didn’t have time to wonder about what we’d do with all the traffic when he abruptly swooped back down.

  “Let’s get this piece of rot off the road,” he barked.

  Bones, Spade, and Ian each grasped an edge of the limo and then propelled upward. The car lifted off the asphalt like it had grown wings. There was still scuffling going on in the interior of the limo, but it had a different sound to it now. More like muffled screams cut off before completion.

  A few miles away in the distance, I saw a twin engine aircraft, propellers starting up. That had to be Hykso, and if we could see him, he could see us.

  Bones growled and aimed straight for it, his emerald gaze lighting the night.

  “Think they’ll make it off the ground, Crispin?” Ian sang out, streamlining his body while handling his part of the limo.

  “Not a bloody chance,” Bones snarled back.

  “We can take them on ourselves. Tend to Cat, she’s been shot,” Spade called out without turning his head.

  “Don’t even think about it,” I snapped. “Flesh wound, keep going.”

  “We are.”

  I didn’t need mind-reading skills to know Bones was pissed, but flying Superman style while toting an automobile and chasing a plane was not conducive for a chat.

  The aircraft started to taxi, picking up speed. So did we, with a burst of nosferatu energy that crackled the air with invisible currents. I shut my eyes, not out of fear, but because the wind nearly blinded me. Through slits I saw the plane start to take off. We were still about fifty yards away.

  “Now,” Bones commanded, and dropped me.

  A blur snatched me in midair before I hit the ground. My stupefied gaze took in the sight of bodies ejecting from the car as Bones flung it at the small plane. There was an explosion, its bright flash interrupted by the vampire setting me safely on the ground.

  “Stay here,” Ian muttered even as he darted away toward the wreckage. I ignored him, lurching in the same direction, but oddly shivering. Why did I feel this cold when the fire was so close?

  Flaming forms crawled out of the remains of the plane and were promptly tackled. Through the wavering fire, people who were familiar to me almost appeared demonic as they hacked their way through the scrambling vampires. In minutes it was over, and somehow I was on the grass without noticing I’d fallen. That gunshot must have been more serious than I realized.

  Bones came out of the orange haze. He had blood and soot on him, and his shirt was patchy in places. He knelt by me.

  “This will hurt, Kitten, but it’s quicker.”

  The warning made my eyes widen as he held me down. He took out a knife and gouged it into my side. I couldn’t help but scream as his fingers followed, feeling around for the bullet. After a moment that seemed to last infinitely longer, Bones drew it out, then cut his palm and placed it over the site, healing the larger wound he’d just made. Then Bones sliced his wrist and pressed it to my mouth. I took a deep swallow of his blood, closing my eyes as the pain lost its grip.

  My side tingled as it knit back together. It occurred to me that I must have been unconscious when Bones did this after Max shot me. Getting my throat torn open really had numbed me to everything else that day.

  Bones drew his shirt over his head. “Bit torn in places, but it’ll cover your arse,” he said, handing it to me. “’Fraid your trousers are incinerated back in the car.”

  There were many things in his gaze, and reproach was one of them. Fumbling, I pulled his shirt on like it was a skirt. “Bones, I—”

  “Later,” he cut me off. “Got a few matters to settle first.”

  “Crispin.”

  Ian strode forward, dragging someone by the back of his neck. He shook the person like a rag doll and flung him near our feet.

  “Here, reckoned you’d want this one alive. Charles and Tick Tock are holding Hykso, but we shouldn’t linger here. Bloody coppers are on their way, I suspect.”

  “We don’t have to worry about them. Perks of her sodding job. She flashes her badge and makes a call, and they curse and kick the stones for not being allowed to venture nearer. Almost funny, really.”

  Bones’s tone changed to cruel in the next heartbeat. “Ah, hallo there, mate. You’ll remember my wife. She’s the one you shot.”

  Kratas wore an expression of grim resignation. “I had a feeling about you,” he said to me. “Should have listened to my instinct.”

  “Know what I’m going to do with this bullet?”

  Bones’s casual tone didn’t lull Kratas. His face showed he had no illusions.

  “I’m going to melt it down and have a blade crafted with part of the silver. Then I’m going to run it through every part of your body except your heart.”

  God, sometimes Bones did scare me.

  “Are you going to store him with Max?” Ian asked, not looking upset by the prospect of Kratas’s pain.

  “Elsewhere. We’ll sort it out later. Get them set up in the truck so we can get out of here.”

  The two eighteen-wheelers that pulled up looked like any you’d see on the highway. Dirty on the outside, dents on the fenders, even the drivers were the quintessential trucker type. Furthermore, when the trailer back of one of them slid open, a line of crates met your eyes. Of course, those crates were a false wall that led to an interior the average shipping company had never conceived of.

  “Charles, you’re in this one with Hykso. Perhaps we’ll get lucky and the bloke will know where Patra is. Kitten, we’re in the other until we get to the airport. Ian, traveling with us or on your own?”

  Ian cast a snooty glance at the trucks and shook his head. “I’ll arrange for my own transportation.”

  “Take Tate with you.”

  Bones didn’t make it a request. Ian shrugged.

  “As you wish.”

  Spade led forward a heavily chained vampire. No introduction was necessary, it had to be Hykso. He certainly had an Egyptian flair to him, with straight black hair, dusky skin, and a distinctive nose. His eyes were trained on me as he approached. Then he smiled.

  “Reaper. I look forward to you meeting my mistress.”

  I smiled back, just as coldly. “So do I, Hykso.”

  EIGHTE
EN

  S PADE LED HYKSO AND KRATAS INTO THE trailer, where there were clamps and other such restraints attached to a reinforced wall.

  Bones took my arm. “Let’s go.”

  Bones jumped into the back of the second truck and lifted me up. As soon as I passed through the mock crate, I gaped. This interior was so vastly different from the other rig that I just stared.

  Two couches were clamped in place to the floor, as were two chairs and a refrigerator. There was even a rug tacked down.

  “My God,” I breathed. “It’s a frigging RV!”

  “This is what my men will be staying in, when they’re not with Hykso and Kratas,” Bones replied briskly. “No need for them all to be cramped inside the one truck. We’re just borrowing it to get back to the airport.”

  The axles made a wheeze underneath us as the truck was put into gear. There was a lurch and then intermittent jerking as we drove away.

  Bones folded his arms and stared at me. I fidgeted, hating how loaded the silence was.

  “You know I had no intention for things to go that far with Tate,” I began. “I just wanted to get us closer to Hykso, and get them distracted before I chucked those knives…”

  “And a brilliant toss it was, pet. Blades landed right in Kratas’s eyes. He fired at you blind.”

  I winced at his tone. “I’m sorry,” I said, and he knew I wasn’t talking about blinding the other vampire.

  Bones stalked around the small room. I didn’t need vampire senses to feel the anger pouring off him, but I wasn’t sure if it was directed at me, at Tate, or at the war that had put us in the limo in the first place.

  “We should talk about this,” I said, steeling myself for whatever incriminations he heaped on me. After all, I was only supposed to have kissed Tate during this charade. Not made out with him for over ten minutes while clad in only a sweater and my underwear. Yeah, if the situation were reversed, I’d be pissed, too.

  Bones spun around. “I rather doubt talking will help. You did what you felt was necessary. I’m very brassed off by your methods, though I can’t argue with your results.”

  He walked over in a measured, deliberate way that was no less predatory for its slowness. When he was only a few inches away, his hand traced down the sleeve of my shirt, and I couldn’t help but flinch. There was something almost menacing in the way he touched me.

  “Where did he kiss you? Touch you?”

  I looked him in the eye.

  “It didn’t mean anything, Bones. It was nothing like how I feel with you.”

  “Ah.” Bones’s reply was soft, but his eyes went green. Whether that was anger or something else, I had no idea.

  He leaned closer, his mouth almost brushing my neck. I couldn’t help but shiver, wondering what he was about to do.

  “He kissed you here.” Bones’s voice was a low growl. “I suspect he touched you here”—he touched my breasts through my shirt—“and I can smell his hands here”—while kneeling and running a hand along the outside of my thigh.

  I didn’t move, holding myself still the way prey does while it tries not to catch the attention of the hunter.

  “I almost killed him tonight.”

  Bones breathed the words so close to my skin that gooseflesh broke out on me where they landed. I didn’t say anything, sensing that whatever control Bones had used in not doing that before was at its breaking point now.

  “I’ve never been jealous before I met you,” Bones went on, still in that same soft, menacing tone. “It burns, luv. Like silver through my veins. Some nights, watching you with other men on your jobs, I think it will drive me mad.”

  His hands were still stroking my legs with a light, scary sensuality that made me want to cringe back—and edge forward at the same time. My whole body seemed to be holding its breath. Despite his outwardly calm demeanor, there was something boiling up in Bones that would break free any moment, I could feel it.

  “It was just an act,” I said again.

  “Oh, I know that,” Bones replied at once. Those glittering green eyes met mine. “Tate wouldn’t be alive now if it wasn’t. I know you only did this to get Hykso, but Kitten.” His voice deepened. Hardened. “No matter the cause, don’t you dare, ever, let someone handle you in such a way again.”

  Then, to my complete surprise, Bones yanked my underwear down.

  “What are you doing?” I gasped.

  “What does it look like I’m doing?” he muttered even as he spread my legs.

  Of all the things I’d expected, this would have been last on my list. “But you’re, er, still mad at me.”

  “Right you are,” was his somewhat muted response as a deep lick made my knees weak.

  I was about to say this wasn’t a fair way to fight, when Bones grasped me around the waist and lifted me. Color rose to my cheeks, because my legs were around his shoulders and my head almost reached the ceiling.

  “Bones,” I managed to say. “Stop. Let me down.”

  Ruthlessly his tongue continued to tease me. “No. You’re mine, and I’m taking you now.”

  I didn’t want to respond to him. It seemed…wrong to do this while he was still mad, but if this was a new way to fight, I was losing the battle. A short cry wrenched from me as Bones’s fangs rubbed my clitoris, not piercing it, just applying pressure. It felt incredible, inciting me to arch against him to feel it again. And again. Then repeatedly, gasping in ecstasy at the sensations bombarding me. Talking things out suddenly felt very overrated. Bones knew just what I loved, and I couldn’t stop myself from getting lost in the sensations.

  “Tell me you want me,” he growled.

  “God, yes,” I managed, aching for him to be inside me.

  “Say it.” It was a demand even as his mouth continued to torment me. I dug my fingers into his hair and almost tore him away from my flesh.

  “I want you,” I rasped. “Now. Don’t you dare say no to me.”

  A harsh laugh tickled me. “Wouldn’t dream of it.”

  Bones set me down, dragging his mouth up my skin until my feet made contact with the floor. As soon as they did, I pushed him back toward the couch. He fell on it with me on top of him. I slid down, yanking his pants off, and then wrapped my mouth around him.

  His flesh was cool, like marble come to life. I took him in until I couldn’t fit any more, then began sucking with deep, rough pulls.

  Bones moaned, his back arching. “Harder.”

  I increased the pressure. His hands tangled in my hair, then clenched into fists as I drew harder still.

  “Bloody hell, that’s so good,” he said in a choked tone. “I can’t wait.”

  He lifted me, ignoring my protests, and settled me on his hips while thrusting deeply into me. Filling me until it almost hurt. The jostling of the truck increased our friction as he moved with hungry, rapid strokes.

  My head fell back and I moved with him, lost in blind sensation. Bones sat up, catching my nipple in his mouth. He sucked on it until it was almost numb with pleasure, then switched to my other nipple, giving it the same sweet, rough attention.

  My nails raked down his sides. His mouth slid to my neck as he pressed me closer to him. I cried out at the feel of his fangs on my neck, grazing but not breaking my skin.

  I held him closer to my throat. “Bite me.”

  He licked there instead. “No. You’ve lost too much blood tonight.”

  I didn’t care. I wanted my blood inside him. It was a need almost as strong as the desperation that each new thrust within me brought.

  “Do it,” I moaned. “Show me I’m yours.”

  His arms lashed around me even as he moved faster. “You are mine,” he ground out, sealing his mouth over my pulse.

  I barely had a chance to smile at my victory when his fangs slid into my neck. A hot swell of passion flooded me, making me dizzy, but for more reasons than the single swallow Bones took before he closed the punctures.

  He kissed me, the metallic taste of my blood flavoring his
mouth. I clung to him while the escalating intensity seemed to make my whole body boil.

  “Your turn, Kitten.” His voice was rough with lust. “Show me I’m yours.”

  My teeth sank into his neck. Bones’s hand wound in my hair, holding me closer, inciting me to bite harder, until his blood filled my mouth.

  I swallowed. Bones tugged my head back to kiss me again, our mouths tasting of sex and each other’s blood. There was something primal about that, his anger, and the seething urge I had to prove to him that no one else mattered.

  Don’t stop. Don’t stop.

  Maybe I said it out loud. Maybe I didn’t. Either way, Bones flipped me over until he was on top of me, moving with ever-increasing intensity.

  “I can’t stop.”

  It was the best fight we’d ever had.

  The strobe light of the control tower pierced the darkness with sweeping circular beams. It had snowed earlier. I was freezing even with my double pants, double sweaters, and jacket. Bones hadn’t bothered to don anything over his clothes except his black leather coat, but that was probably more from habit than need for warmth.

  The strobe light turned off. Our signal.

  In the darkness, Bones circled the base in whirls of aerial speed, too fast and random for anyone with a bulky weapon to target, and if they had anything smaller, it wouldn’t matter. I was clasped in his arms, closing my eyes against the dizzying dips and turns. We could have just driven up, but Bones was being extra paranoid. He didn’t want to risk the chance that one of Patra’s people had somehow followed us from the wreckage of Hykso’s plane and was waiting near the compound with a rocket launcher like Max had.

  The guard’s faces on the roof were masks of carefully controlled shock as first Bones appeared out of the dark, landing, striding toward them without even a falter in his step. Right behind him was Ian, who carried Tate. Then came Tick Tock and Zero.

  Don had argued about Ian knowing where the compound was, but Bones brushed him off. He didn’t think Ian would betray the location to anyone, so Ian was here, letting go of Tate as soon as he touched the roof. Ian looked around with mild curiosity. His being here was ironic, of course, considering how Don had sent me to capture or kill Ian just a little over a year ago. How things had changed since then.