Night Fall on Dark Mountain
Delilah Devlin
Copyright © 2015 Delilah Devlin
Kindle Edition
After the death of one of the members of the super-secret police unit aligned with the Vampire Council in southern Florida, werewolf Max Weir becomes the chief suspect. Sure a greater villain has used a were-clan’s hatred of vamps to strike against the unit, Max travels to the mountains of North Carolina to seek the truth and hopefully renew the centuries-old truce between the weres and vampires.
Alec Weir has a problem on his hands. The new sheriff on Dark Mountain must walk a fine line between upholding were-clan laws and saving his vamp-loving brother from certain death. Alec must find the traitor in the clan responsible for the attack on the vampires or watch his brother die. If that wasn’t enough, his chosen mate, Stasia McGwyre, seems to still hold a candle for Max.
Note: This book was previously published as Silver Bullet but has been revised.
For more Night Fall Series stories, watch for these titles:
Silent Is the Knight
Sm{B}itten
Truly, Madly…Deadly
Knight in Transition
Wolf in Plain Sight
Bad to the Bone
A Knight Living Dangerously
From the Author
To those of you who’ve read me before—hello, friends! To new readers, welcome to my world!
The Night Fall series is acquiring a life of its own. I really should have known after the first Night Fall story came so strongly and vividly to me. Emmy Harris and her incessant talking haunted me for weeks until I agreed to write her story. But she was a joy—a ray of pure sunshine.
Then Quentin seduced me with his wicked smile and glib tongue—and oh, what a tongue! Truly, Madly…Deadly flowed with lot of humor.
Joe Garcia was so lonely and angry after losing Darcy and his humanity that I quickly caved and wrote him a “happy ever after” too.
Then came Max. There was something about his dark, brooding intensity that grabbed me—he’s kind of like that with his women. (Why didn’t I know then it was a family trait?)
Navarro smoldered in the corner for a couple of books, patiently waiting for me to notice he hadn’t been attended to. When I put Sidney in his path, he was very grateful (after getting rid of his annoyance and celibacy!).
Then came Alec, Max’s brother, in Night Fall on Dark Mountain.
This story wasn’t easy—wasn’t the least bit fun to write. It did get this author very, very hot. But this was a darker book than any I’d written before. I didn’t want to write it—what would readers say?
Could they forgive me for hurting a beloved character? Would they understand Stasi’s and Alec’s need for rough play? Or Stasi’s need to be conquered? You tell me.
Quentin is asking me to get on with the next story—he’s hurting and wanting resolution. So how do you want me to end it?
I love hearing from readers, and have a very active blog and Facebook friend page. I run contests, talk about my favorite TV shows, what I collect, what drives me crazy. I tend to ramble a bit. I’m doing it right now. But if you’d like to learn more about me and what I’m doing or writing about, be sure to check out the “About Delilah Devlin” page after the story.
And if you enjoy this story, please consider leaving a review on your favorite retail site or simply tell a friend. Readers do influence other readers. We have to trust someone to tell us whether we’ll have fun when we open a new story!
Sincerely,
Delilah Devlin
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Table of Contents
Title Page
About the Book
The Night Fall Series
From the Author
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
About Delilah Devlin
More Night Fall stories
Chapter One
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He met her at the water’s edge as she returned from her solitary walk, her bare feet sand-encrusted, and her steps slow and measured. One hand pressed the small of her back—a disquieting gesture that caused him no small amount of alarm. The purple of dusk was reflected in the circles beneath her beautiful brown eyes.
“Darcy-love, why didn’t you wait?” Quentin Albermarle slipped his arm around his wife’s slender back, not surprised when she leaned into him to share her burden.
“You wouldn’t have enjoyed yourself.” She lifted her head to stare into his eyes, one brow arching in amusement. “I wanted to watch the sunset.”
Her teasing smile warmed his soul. How had he lived before knowing her? Now, he couldn’t remember a night that didn’t begin and end with her. “Well, you have me there,” he said softly. “Sunset’s not something I’d find the least bit pleasant.” He turned her in his arms and settled his chin on the top of her head as his hands smoothed over her stretched-taut belly. “Still, I’d prefer it if someone accompanied you when I can’t be here. It isn’t safe,” he said lazily, enjoying the breeze that lifted her dark hair to float against his chest and the pleasure of her warm body aligned with his. “It’s not like we haven’t enough hirelings to spare one for your walks.”
“I wanted a little alone time, and the sky was light when I started.” She shrugged. “I guess I’m walking a little slowly these days.”
Quentin’s jaw clenched at the familiar fear that struck him. Her ordeal wouldn’t be something he could conquer for her. And he suspected the Lamaze classes he’d endured at her insistence were as much for his benefit as hers.
Taking a deep breath, he let the air hiss between his teeth and watched the slim gold line that rimmed the navy sea blink out. “More reason to stay inside the compound, don’t you think?”
“The walk was nice. I can’t get too flabby, or I’ll have hell to pay getting back in shape for work.”
Quentin had his own thoughts about how she looked—her features were a little less lean, but softer and more feminine. He also had rather strong thoughts about whether she should ever return to the police force. But there was time for that discussion later. “You’re beautiful and wearing my favorite shade of blue.”
Darcy looked down at her sky blue sundress and snorted. “You know darn well this blue is the color of your eyes.”
“I know. Seeing you covered in it makes me feel like my ownership’s stamped all over your body.”
“I’m wearing your colors, hmmm? You are a primitive man at heart. I like that.”
“And feeling downright primal at the moment. I didn’t like not finding you beside me when I woke.” He let his words rumble, then admitted the truth, “I was worried.”
“I’m sorry. I was restless, waiting for you to wake from your beauty rest. Besides, I only have to worry about the things that go bump in the night, right?”
He nuzzled her neck, breathing in her fragrance—her mother’s raspberry soap and her own feminine musk. “Were-bastards don’t fry in the sunshine,” he growled, knowing his comment would get a rise out of her.
“Hush!” she said, smacking his hand. “No name calling. Remember, Max is my friend.”
He smiled into her hair and lightly squeezed her belly. The child within complained and delivered a solid kick just beneath his hand. “I was thinking of dear old Max when I said it.”
“You really need to learn to get along with him. I know he’s a little intense, what with his h
ating vamps in general, but Pia has him leashed.”
“That’s what has me worried. That walking disaster paired with a werewolf—it’s a wonder she’s not hacking up hair balls.”
“Wrong species.” She giggled. A lovely tinkling sound, all the more precious because she didn’t do it often.
He snorted. “Just plain wrong, if you ask me.”
Darcy cleared her throat. “Speaking of which, when’s the plane coming in?”
“It’ll touch down in about fifteen minutes. Then wait until Navarro gets a look at our new pet. Don’t be surprised if we see fur flying.”
She tilted back her head to look into his eyes, her expression a little pinched. “This Navarro…is he a good guy?”
Quentin shrugged. “He’s one of us.”
Her eyebrows rose. “Oh, and that’s supposed to be reassuring?”
“I’m a good guy,” Quentin said softly. “Trust me to make sure introductions are handled appropriately.”
“The way you say that—all British and proper…” She shivered. “It does things to me.” Then her expression grew serious. “All right, Quentin, I’ll trust you so long as you make sure he gives Max a fair chance to prove he’s part of the team.”
Quentin snorted again.
“Now, you have to admit the guy’s been a big help tracking the remnants of that rabid wolf pack.”
Quentin wasn’t ready to give the were any credit. “Takes a dog to sniff another out,” he mumbled.
Her nose wrinkled. “You’re so prejudiced.”
“I have reason to be.” Then wishing to end a conversation that caused her distress, he kissed her lips.
With a sigh, she surrendered her body, leaning more heavily against him. Her mouth opened beneath his, and his tongue lapped inside. She returned soft, loving strokes that had him hard as a doorknob in seconds.
He dragged away his mouth, glad the breeze off the ocean was whipping up enough to cool his overheated skin. “Witch,” he whispered.
“What did I do?” she asked, wide-eyed.
The curve of her lips told him she felt his frustration. He narrowed his gaze. “Just you wait…”
“Won’t be long now.” She rubbed her bottom against his arousal.
What could a vampire do to stop the woman he loved from teasing him into full-fanged arousal? He dragged his teeth along the side of her throat in a silent warning to behave.
“And that’s supposed to scare me?” Soft laughter shook her body. “You shouldn’t use the same tactic to make me horny.”
His breath gusted in a short laugh. “Bugger, is that the problem?”
“Someday, you’re going to tell me what it is you have against weres.” She turned in his arms and stared upward, moonlight reflecting in her eyes. “And I should be a little angry about the way you always use sex to change the conversation.”
With her large belly between them, Quentin’s lips twitched. “This from the woman who’s discovered the ultimate distraction method of digital manipulation—”
Darcy pressed her finger against his lips to halt his words. “You’re not doing it again.”
Quentin raised his eyebrows in question.
“Changing the subject.” She huffed a long sigh. “I’m worried about Max meeting Navarro. We’re only just getting used to the fact he’s lycan, and now Navarro’s coming from the Northwest council because of this problem with another Powell brother. Things are happening too fast.”
Quentin glared. He opened his mouth to give her a glib answer, but her finger mashed his lips.
“What, you have something to say?” Her finger swirled on his lips then lingered a moment until he dutifully kissed the tip.
When she withdrew it, he said, “Is the problem that you think Navarro won’t listen, or that Max is going to misbehave?”
Darcy’s brows drew together. “Both.”
He gave an exaggerated sigh. “You’re going to make me intervene on his behalf, aren’t you?” Damn! He wished she didn’t care so much about the wolf.
“Maybe. Is Navarro really going to give him a fair shake, or will he do what’s expedient? I mean, I know vamps and weres have this long history of warfare between the species.”
“Navarro isn’t one to make expedient decisions. Hell, I’d second him if he did in this case. But Navarro’s…deep, likes to consider things before he acts. Now, if it were up to me…”
“I know, you’d have poor Max’s were-head mounted on the wall.”
“Poor Max?” Quentin grinned. He couldn’t help it. The thought of Max’s head glowering above the mantle cheered him considerably. But Darcy’s darkening expression had him saying, “You think I’d want that ugly mug of his preserved?”
“Quentin! This isn’t funny. I’m scared.” The frown still marring her brow, Darcy played with a button on the front of his shirt. “I don’t get why you’re so set against him.”
“I have my reasons,” he said, folding her upper body closer to his chest.
“Well, that certainly fills in the blanks.” She nuzzled his neck with her nose then sighed. “You know, it’s not fair that you have this long past I don’t know anything about.”
“Ask me anything,” he said, his voice gruff. “I’ll tell you what I can.”
She leaned away. “Really?”
Quentin hadn’t realized how important the issue was until her expression softened and her eyes grew moist. He cupped her face between his palms. “I’m yours, Darcy,” he whispered fiercely, “body, soul, and endless history. I’ll bore you to tears with the retelling of all the mundane facts of my misspent youth.”
Despite the moisture welling in her eyes, Darcy’s lips curved in a wry smile. “I know I won’t be bored. Just finding out how you first met Dylan will likely be enough to satisfy my curiosity for weeks.” A shadow crossed her face. “But not now. I’m a little tired.”
Downplaying his worry, he smiled. “Come rest a while with me?”
“You just got out of bed.”
He waggled his eyebrows. “I’ll hold you.”
“You know what that usually leads to,” Darcy said, arching a brow.
“Have I been too demanding?” he asked, his tone mild, knowing she’d rise once again to the bait.
“Not at all, as you damn well know.” She swatted his chest with her open palm. “I’m frustrated as hell!”
He leaned toward her and nuzzled her ear. “Haven’t I pleased you?” he growled.
Her breath hitched, and she groaned. “You know you have. Your mouth makes me crazy—the fact my belly’s so big I can’t watch you drives me even crazier. But I want to please you, too.”
“Soon enough, love,” he said, wishing he had her turned so he could rub his aching cock against her bottom for relief. As it was, her belly prevented any contact. “This never-ending erection is my penance.”
“Why do you owe a penance?”
He shuttered his expression from her knowing glance.
But she was too attuned to his moods. She tilted her head and smoothed a hand over his cheek. “I know it’s hard for you. This isn’t your child. I don’t blame you a bit for being resentful.”
He closed his eyes. “This child will be ours in every way except its conception.” He meant it. He really did.
“I know that.” She touched his forehead. “You know that.” Then she placed her hand on his chest. “But your heart doesn’t. Don’t feel guilty about the way you feel.” Her eyes shone with love and acceptance.
Funny, sometimes he thought he could see his whole world in her eyes.
“Everything will be all right,” she said softly. “You’ll see.”
He turned his head and placed a kiss in her palm, too overcome for the moment to reply.
Another movement in her belly distracted him. This time it felt like the baby rolled inside her.
Darcy grimaced and moaned softly.
“Is something wrong?”
“My back aches, and I’ve been having…twing
es.”
His heart stilled. “Is it the baby? Is it coming?”
“I think so.”
“You think so?” he asked, panic rising to constrict his throat. “How long have you known?”
“Since mid-afternoon—I thought a walk might help quicken this whole thing.”
“You knew you were in labor, and you went for a walk alone?” This time he shouted.
“Uh huh,” Darcy admitted, a smug little smile tilting one side of her mouth. That expression looked familiar.
“Fucking hell!” I’m in a panic—and she’s smirking at me! “Quick,” he said, turning her to walk back to the compound, “we need to get you to the hospital.”
Darcy laughed and grabbed for his hand. “There’s no rush. I’ve been timing the contractions.”
“Timing the…contractions?” he parroted, his voice rising. “That’s what I’ve been feeling? I thought the baby was kicking wobblers.”
Another grimace crossed Darcy’s face.
Quentin cursed beneath his breath. Through letting her call the shots, he lifted her into his arms and strode toward the tall wall surrounding their new home. “Not another word, ridiculous woman.”
As he approached the gate, the floodlights that were set to detect motion failed to light. He slowed his steps, the hair lifting on the back of his neck.
Darcy stiffened in his arms.
“I know,” he whispered, noting the lack of human guards around the perimeter. “Something’s wrong.”
“Put me down.”
He did and quickly shoved her toward deep foliage next to the wall. “Wait here.”
“Like hell! What if the trouble’s out here? Vamps and weres both have a great sense of smell.”
“All right,” he said in a clipped tone, damning himself for his carelessness. With the wind coming off the ocean, he’d found no scent to give him warning. He punched the security code on the touch pad. The lock on the gate released with a soft snick. He slipped through and held it open for Darcy.
Once inside the wall, he noted the stillness—no hint of the guards’ movements, no distant murmurs of conversation. He sniffed the air and froze, finding the scent he feared most.
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