Seducing Chaos

by Luna Quinn

  “I can barely see with all these people,” she said, her lips brushing his ear. “I thought they were evacuating everyone.”

  Her arms went around his neck. By all appearances, they were just another couple on the dance floor.

  Kissing her neck, he swayed them to the music. “I have a feeling quietly evacuating a packed club full of drunk, high, and horny people was harder than Night expected.”

  Even as a low hum of arousal hit, he remained alert. So did Sasha. Her body was dancing, but her muscles said she was ready for anything.

  He couldn’t help himself—he kissed her neck hotly. This time, her breath hitched a little. Razor grinned against her smooth skin. Payback, pretty girl.

  After several minutes of dancing, they were on the other side of the dance floor when something made Razor pause.

  He caught sight of Sin talking to someone, but it was the confused—and more than a little irritated—look on his brother’s face that raised red flags. From his angle, and with a wide support column in his way, he couldn’t see who the other person was.

  He nudged Sasha, who got his meaning and quickly turned, pressing her back against his front. Razor’s chest filled with pride. His girl was awesome.

  In their new position, they were still a couple dancing intimately, but now they both had a better view. He wrapped his arms around her waist and began to dance them through the crowd.

  Where were Night and Edge? And what the fuck was Sin doing? They were supposed to be looking for Valtu, not chatting up the club-goers. Yet the closer he got to Sin, the clearer it became that something wasn’t right. His brother’s body language made more alarms go off in Razor’s head.

  Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a flash of movement. He didn’t turn to see what it had been, because he was frozen, his gaze glued to Sin, as he finally caught sight of who was standing on the other side of the pillar.

  Luka. What the fuck was he doing here?

  Sin stepped back, shaking his head. Then his hand reached into his jean pocket, his narrowed eyes focused on the Shifter Alpha. Luka’s gaze burned with malice.

  Urgency filled the pit of Razor’s stomach. He moved faster, Sasha going with him. In the short time it took to get where Sin and Luka were, the counter-spell was in Sin’s hand, his katana in the other.

  The scent of his brother’s blood reached Razor, and then he saw the blood blossoming from a shallow cut on his forearm.

  Then it all clicked.

  A burst of light exploded from the pouch as Sin pressed it to his wound.

  “No. It can’t…” Sasha trailed off as a circle of yellow light surrounded Luka. It pulsed bright and insistent around his body. The image of Luka flickered a few times before disappearing completely, leaving Valtu standing where Luka had just been.

  A storm of emotions passed over Sin’s features.

  Pain.

  Fury.

  Resolve.

  Resignation.

  They were all like punches to Razor’s heart.

  Valtu put her arms out in a “you’ve got me” gesture. She smiled nastily. “Hello, lover.”

  Chapter Twenty-Nine

  “Oh goddess, Sin,” Sasha whispered, and Razor could practically hear her heart breaking for his brother.

  How long had Valtu been wearing Luka’s skin? Fury exploded inside him and he rushed forward. But before he could reach them, Valtu bolted, moving faster than he could track. Sin snarled and took off after her. Shit.

  It took him a moment to realize that the mental link to his brothers was going off.

  Get everyone out. Now. Edge said, then cut the link.

  And then…pandemonium.

  An explosion rocked the club. Razor ducked, pushing Sasha down under his body. When he looked up, an exterior wall had a huge hole blown into it, and a second later, bodies began pouring in. He didn’t have to guess who they were. Valtu’s backup had just arrived.

  Razor motioned to Sasha, silently asking her to keep watch. She nodded, and Razor took stock.

  Off to the side, Night was now yelling at people to get out of the club, some of his employees helping him herd everyone. Valtu’s army of Vampire-Shifters and Others kept coming through, all armed to the teeth.

  Screams erupted. Innocents scattered, trying to evade the blades and guns that were suddenly being aimed in all directions.

  Motherfuckers. There was nothing he could do about Valtu right now, but he could certainly help downsize her army.

  He took off at a dead run towards the enemy and, without a word, Sasha flanked him instantly. From his peripheral vision, he saw her ready her blade. And fuck if it didn’t feel incredible to have his mate by his side. The instinct to protect her was strong, but it wasn’t difficult to push back. Sasha was a fucking warrior. She could kick ass, and he was fucking lucky to have her at his side.

  Razor pulled his sabers out as they reached the back of the club, where Valtu’s backup had blown through the wall and a battlefield greeted them. People were already down and bleeding on the floor, both enemy and innocent club-goers alike.

  He gave a war cry, switching between slashing with his sabers and shooting them down with his rifle as he went for a cluster of enemy soldiers. He kicked at one, making the guy stagger. Then Sasha was there, stabbing the guy through the gut before he could recover. Razor could only grunt in approval. They were fucking perfect together.

  A loud commotion snagged their attention. The small battalion of fifty or so soldiers that Night kept on site came practically out of nowhere, beginning to take down Valtu’s. A few of the soldiers took on the task of evacuating more innocents.

  It was a true warzone now.

  A quick glance around reassured him that his brothers were all still breathing and kicking ass.

  “Do you see Valtu?” he asked Sasha as they cut their way through more of the Demoness’ soldiers.

  “No,” she grunted as her own blade slid through a creature with two heads, her movements sleek and perfect. “She seems to have disappeared into thin air.”

  Goddess, his mate was so fucking sexy. She caught him ogling her, and her lips turned up in a knowing grin. Returning her smile, Razor inhaled deeply, letting her know that her arousal hadn’t gone unnoticed.

  They took on two more opponents before Razor gave up trying to be good.

  Moving to her, his gaze practically ripping through her clothes, he leaned down, lips at her ear. “When this is over, I’m going to have you over the nearest flat surface. Over and over. Your pussy will be full of me for days.”

  Her eyes darkened, her lips parting, and all kinds of dirty visuals came from her through their mental link. Oh fuck him, he wanted all of it right now.

  Then she was spinning out of his arms, delivering a roundhouse kick to another enemy so they hit the ground. “You’re such a jerk. I can’t believe you just said that to me.”

  Razor smirked. “Why? Because now you want to get me naked?”

  “Always. I’ll take right, you go left.”

  He nodded, but before she could leave, he pulled her in, kissing her quickly on the lips. Then he whirled away and advanced on more Vamp-Shifters.

  The first one went down easily. The poor bastard hadn’t even felt Razor’s blade slash him from shoulder to shoulder before he was dead on the floor. The second, third, and fourth weren’t as lucky. They’d felt every single cut of Razor’s blades.

  He kicked at a leg that was in his way, and when he lifted his gaze, it crashed with Sasha’s turquoise one. Her eyes flared with heat as she pulled her blade out from the torso of a Demon.

  Fuck, he was panting for her, desperate to touch her.

  Forcing his gaze away from his mate, he glanced around quickly. Up by the dais, Night was in a fistfight with some yellow Demon. Razor didn’t know its breed, but the guy was clearly losing. Night’s shirt was ripped and his fists were bloodied, his midnight hair falling into his face. He looked savage, fury lining his face. A completely different man n
ow, the urbane sophistication was gone, leaving only the untamed beast. But even then, there was something about his brother that felt…restrained.

  Someone suddenly cracked Razor on the head, and he went down hard.

  Cursing, he tried to get up, but a kick to his side kept him down. He took two more blows before managing to twist away, jumping up and facing his attacker. Another Vampire-Shifter, bigger than the others he’d come across.

  It was hard not to think of them as just innocent people tricked into taking the drug that turned them into these mindless beasts. However, he knew there was really nothing left of the people they’d once been.

  They both attacked in unison, grappling for several minutes before Razor gained the upper hand. These fuckers weren’t easy to put down; he actually had to work for it.

  When he finally slid his blade across the Vamp-Shifter’s neck, Razor was bleeding from several slashes on his torso. He spun, still in a defensive crouch.

  He caught sight of Sin.

  His baby brother was a sight to behold. There was a bleeding gash across his forehead, and one on his thigh. Sin moved with the grace of a dancer, the double katanas he wielded practically invisible. Growling and snarling, he went up against four Others: two Vampires, and two unknown breeds.

  Gabriel was going to get the shock of his life when he found out Vampires had been a big part of this attack. They knew Castor had helped Valtu for a price, but not that some of Gabriel’s Vampires had aligned with the Demon. It had probably been Castor who recruited them, but still. The Vampire clan leader had a major problem on his hands. It made Razor wonder who else was in cahoots with Valtu.

  Leaving Sin to it, he blew a relieved breath as he caught sight of Bek, Aleks, Carmen, and Isea, along with several more Shadow Realm soldiers.

  A furious snarl had him swinging around. He instinctively knew it had come from Edge, but his gaze searched for Sasha first. When he noted that she was fine and winning a fight with a woman wielding an ax, he returned his attention to his brother.

  Edge was moving like the master assassin he was. Too fast to track, he was only a blur of motion as he stabbed and plowed through Valtu’s army. Innocent bystanders got pushed and shoved out of the way.

  He wasn’t even looking at them as he took down bodies like they were papier-mâché figures. Instead, his gaze was trained on something past the bodies he was colliding with, and waves of fury practically rolled off him.

  Razor followed Edge’s gaze.

  It looked like his brother was heading towards enemy soldiers attacking a group of civilians. Night’s soldiers were attempting to protect them by returning fire, but there were still some going down as bullets made it past the defenses. One of the enemies was a Simaatare Demon, so they might as well have been shooting at a bulletproof vest for all the good it did. Simaatares had very few vulnerable spots on their natural armor-type flesh.

  As Razor took in the scene, it quickly became evident it wasn’t the shooter or the innocent bystanders that was drawing Edge to the scene.

  No, it was the tiny female standing in the middle of them, her eyes wild, but unafraid.

  In her fist was a black dagger, an exact match to the ones currently strapped to Edge’s chest.

  Fucking great.

  It was suddenly clear who the mysterious her was, the girl Night had vaguely referred to Edge losing his shit over. The fucking human daughter of the president of Celeste Nation.

  Amelia Vidal looked like a warrior. Her jeans sat low on her hips while a black vest hugged and pushed up her breasts, displaying her bare belly. On her feet were dainty looking shit-kickers, something he didn’t think was possible. Maybe it was just that her feet were so small, boots that should have looked tough and scary looked cute and dainty instead. Her bright red hair was held back in a high ponytail, a thin silver choker around her neck. Amelia looked ready to kill anyone dumb enough to come within striking distance of her dagger.

  Then a man holding her tightly around the waist came into focus, and it was clear that he was the only thing keeping her from joining the battle.

  As realization dawned, he took off, moving as fast as he could.

  Now that he had gone through it with Sasha, he recognized obsession when he saw it. Edge could deny it all he wanted, but something was clearly going on between him and Amelia.

  The male who was holding the girl back, thinking he was protecting her from getting hurt, had no idea what he was inviting. The poor bastard was just trying to help her. And when Razor drew closer, he could even hear the man yelling at her to stay still, that she’d get herself killed if she went out there, that one dagger was nothing against this Simaatare. It was true, of course, but it wouldn’t make a sliver of difference to Edge. His brother was murdering the man with his gaze as he rushed towards them. Razor didn’t have to guess what his brother was seeing: a strange man with his hands on a struggling Amelia.

  Unfortunately for the guy holding her, Razor wasn’t fast enough. Edge reached the group first and, in three moves, put an end to it all.

  Edge’s dagger flew through the air, hitting the Simaatare Demon dead in the left side of its neck—exactly where that breed of Demon had a weak spot in its thick armor. Before the Demon even hit the floor, Edge was in front of his target, his hands around the head of the man still holding Amelia. A twist and a crack later, the man dropped to the floor. Then Edge turned, taking a punch to the face from a furious Amelia before he tossed her over his shoulder. She was cursing him in several languages, and good thing that Edge had confiscated her dagger, otherwise those fist strikes would have been stabs. Cleary giving no fucks, Edge stalked out of the club with her.

  Gods, Edge, what the hell are you doing?

  When he turned away from that mess, Razor’s gaze snagged on Sasha. She was kicking a Vampire in the stomach and then it swiped at her, almost knocking her to the ground. Razor snarled. The Vampire had to be three times Sasha’s weight. The mate-bond told him his mate had an injury somewhere on her, and when he searched her, he saw blood soaking her dark jacket and dripping down her fingertips. The Vampire was getting ready to swing a huge mace at her. Razor went with his instincts.

  Pulling out his rifle again, he took aim and fired, blowing off the left side of the Vampire’s head. The mace went flying, embedding itself in one of Night’s beloved hand-carved columns.

  Sasha turned in the direction the shot had come from, her eyes narrowing when she saw him. She all but barreled towards him. He grinned. His sexy mate looked pissed, which only turned him on.

  “I fucking had him, Razor! You’re such an ass,” she said, but she no longer looked angry as she walked right up to him, pulled him down by his T-shirt, and kissed him hard. He wrapped one arm around her waist, crushing her to him.

  He finished the kiss quickly before leading her back into the heat of the action. They didn’t make it far.

  Sasha was suddenly torn from his grasp. He bellowed, swinging around and pulling out his sabers.

  He spotted Sasha first, then the Demon who stood behind her, arm holding a knife to his mate’s throat. His stomach dropped.

  He met Valtu’s gaze as he dropped to a crouch, fangs bared. Razor shook with the need to shift and launch himself at the Demon. But even in Hellhound form, he wouldn’t be fast enough to stop that blade from slicing his mate.

  Razor roared again, and seconds later, his brothers moved to flank him. He kept his gaze locked on Valtu, but his bond assured him Sasha had no new physical injuries.

  He tightened his hold on his blades, looking for a way in.

  Valtu peeked out from behind Sasha’s disheveled hair, and then slid her tongue up the side of his mate’s cheek while a sharp talon made a thin cut across her throat. “I wouldn’t try anything if I were you,” the Demon purred, a knowing smirk on her blue lips. The bitch knew that any shot at her would be risking Sasha’s life. A risk Razor would never take.

  Chapter Thirty

  Sasha didn’t know which pissed
her off more: the fact that Valtu had snuck up on her and was clearly very serious about tearing out her throat, or that she’d fallen into the pathetic position of a damsel in distress, held captive by the villain.

  Yeah, definitely the latter.

  “Well, aren’t I the popular one?” Sasha tried to say breezily. The bitch was pressing down on her windpipe, so the words came out more like a wheeze.

  “Silence, Reaper,” Valtu hissed in her ear, then addressed Razor. “I didn’t give you and the other mutts enough credit.” She glanced around the club. “Clearly, you are a tiny bit smarter than I thought.”

  “Why such an elaborate scheme?” he asked her.

  Sasha doubted Razor really cared about the whys of it all. She could almost see his brain working, deciding that keeping Valtu—who seemed to enjoy hearing herself speak—engaged and not slicing off Sasha’s head was a good plan for now.

  Valtu said nothing for a moment, just breathing into Sasha’s hair. Fucking creepy. She barely kept in her shudder. “Really?” the Demon finally said. “Come now, Hellhound, you can’t be that stupid. Why else do you think? I want this land!” She all but yelled the last in her heavily accented Empyrean, then hissed behind her. Sasha guessed it was directed at someone trying to move closer. She squeezed Sasha’s throat harder, making her choke. She had to give it to Valtu—the woman was on top of things.

  “I deserve my own kingdom,” the Demoness added. “The Goddess knows I’ve earned it. Putting up with Erummon’s hissy fits, and his ego the size of several realms…” She made a sound of revulsion. “There was only so much I could take.” Her chin lifted proudly. “I was promised this land.”

  Valtu’s claws were breaking skin the more agitated she became, and no matter what happened, Sasha was probably going to be sans throat in a few seconds. Not an easy thing to come back from. “My heart breaks for you,” she managed to say.

  “Quiet, you stupid girl.” The Demon shook her, hard. But the hand on her throat momentarily vanished. Yes, perfect.