by Kate Douglas
The way her pussy milked him made his thoughts scatter, made orgasm inevitable. He pounded inside her, let her drag him into the abyss. Come spurted from him, filled her tight channel, and still he held himself deep, unwilling to lose this connection with her.
They shivered together, arms wrapped around each other, aftershocks quaking through both of them. She buried her face in his chest, and he could feel the wetness of her tears. His emotions gave another vicious wrench, but he ignored them, refused to accept them. Later. Later, he would deal with his own feelings.
Now was for Chloe.
He cradled her close, stroking back her damp hair. “Shh. Don’t cry, sweetheart. Shh. Don’t cry.”
She kissed him fiercely in response, demanding without words that he make her forget. Everything. Her tongue thrust into his mouth, and his cock went rock hard, thrusting into her pussy.
And he held her tight, pushed away reality, made love with her again and again and again. Just for the night. Just as she’d asked.
It was all he had to give her.
13
“Chloe!”
Windows exploded in the living room, and the choked cough of silenced gunfire reported just before the shrill squeal of a woman in pain.
“Chloe!”
She bolted upright, her name coming at her from too many directions. Merek’s bellow beside her as he flipped her off the bed and onto the floor, covering her with his heavy body. Alex’s mental shout from upstairs she didn’t have the ability to answer. The cry from the living room had been in a woman’s voice. “Tess?”
More gunfire, more shattering glass and breaking wood. “Are you here, Chloe?”
“Merek, that’s Tess.” She wheezed out a breath while he crushed her into the carpet. The glint of light off the dull black metal of his pistol made her swallow. It was too much like the last time, when Alex was shot. She pressed her forehead to the floor, regret lancing through her. “I’m sorry, Merek. You were right. We should never have come here.”
He grunted, stuffing the revolver into her hand. Then he jerked on his shirt, grabbed his pants, and rolled to shove himself into them. “There was no way to have known for sure, sweetheart. Stay here, stay down. I’m going to see what kind of mess we’re in.”
“Broken glass. Put on your boots.” He did, and she clutched the revolver closer, scooting to put her back into a corner behind the bed and away from the windows. “Alex. Make sure Alex—”
“I will.” He nodded a quick approval when he saw where she’d moved.
Resisting the urge to shove him to the floor and protect him, she returned his nod. “Be careful.”
“I will,” he repeated. Then he disappeared, leading with his pistol out into the hallway.
Gods, she was naked. All she had was a revolver. She shoved down on a hysterical giggle, sucked in a breath, and dredged up the magic inside her. Too late to pretend there were no Magickals here, right? She fought down another laugh.
“Clothes,” she ordered in a low voice. She closed her eyes tight, heard a rush of air, felt a hint of heat from the spell, and when she looked down again, she was dressed. Shoes to shirt, fully dressed. That was a first, but she didn’t have time to wonder about it.
Her heart hammered in her chest, and she tried to slow it, tried to control her breathing so she could hear anything that was going on outside the bedroom. Who was here besides Tess? How many of them were there? Where was Alex? Where was Merek? She didn’t know, could only sense people moving around her, perceive the faintest creaks of floorboards as they ghosted along. A huge thump sounded against the wall, and her night-light flickered wildly beside her, but its glow was soon dimmed by the streaks of dawn filtering through the heavy curtains.
Clamping her mouth closed to keep in a scream, she shifted her grip on the revolver, held it ready in case anything tried to get inside her room. The thumping continued, muffled shouts and grunts, the impact of flesh on flesh as two large people struck each other. But who? Merek? Other men? She didn’t know. Merek would know. Alex would be able to sense it, but this wasn’t her area of expertise. So she sat, trying not to tremble, and waited for whatever came next.
A lupine howl echoed above her. Alex!
She shot to her feet, her gaze pinned on the ceiling, and she strained with all her might to hear anything, anything that might tell her he was all right. The door to her room exploded inward, screeching on twisted hinges to embed itself in the wall.
A huge, half-shifted wolf barreled in, a gun in each hand. His feral gaze locked on her, but her revolver was already pointed at him. He wasn’t Merek or Alex or Tess. That was all she needed to know.
Her heart stopped, her hands trembled, but she pulled the trigger again and again until the gun clicked. Empty.
Merek watched the werewolf stumble back, a blank look of shock on his face as he dropped one gun and clutched at the bleeding holes in his chest. Not a shred of sympathy passed through Merek as he wrenched the man’s other gun from his hand and used it to put six bullets in his skull. He fell. Dead. Even a wolf’s healing magic wouldn’t bring him back from that.
Tucking the pistol away as a spare, he grabbed the fallen weapon and tossed it to Chloe. She caught it, letting the spent revolver clatter to the floor. Her face was pale, but her step was steady as she walked to his side. She looked up at him, her eyes huge, her lips shaking, yet her voice was calm. “Is Alex okay? I heard him yell.”
“He’s fine. Cavalli went to help him out.” Merek ejected the clip in his pistol and shoved in a fresh one, pulled back the slide, and chambered the first round. He kept his senses open, ready to detect an approaching attack.
Chloe fell in behind him when he moved down the hall to the front of the house. She spoke in a soft whisper, “Luca’s here?”
The breathy tone was almost lost in a roar of gunfire overhead. A hissing shriek of an injured vampire made his ears ring. If Caveat failed and Alex got injured in any way, Merek would personally end the bloodsucking son of a bitch.
“He followed Tess, who got a report of a code change from the security company as well as the code someone tried to input before making the change. She figured it might be you, so she came to check it out instead of just calling the cops.” He swung her into the kitchen and down to the floor behind the island. A bruised, battered, and sopping wet Tess was already crouched there, a neat little compact pistol in her hands. He nodded to her. “By the time our vampiric friend pried that information out of her, he realized that Smith’s men were following them and that he couldn’t call to warn us because I didn’t fucking leave him my number on the message.”
A muscle in Tess’s cheek twitched. “Maybe I would have been a little more forthcoming if your vampiric friend had ever told me the truth about anything. At all.” She swallowed, shook her head. “Vampire.”
“Yeah, and I’m a witch.” Chloe shrugged, her face still too pale for Merek’s liking. “So is Aunt Millie. Merek is a warlock, and Alex is—”
“A werewolf,” Tess interrupted, stuffing a lock of her dripping red hair behind her ear. “Luca the liar filled me in on those little details after his fangs popped out when my boat was capsized by some kind of . . . of force field.”
“Spell. Not force field.” Chloe swallowed and met Merek’s gaze. “How long do you think we have until the Normal police get here? Or the cavalry you told Luca to have standing by?”
“The spell hit while he was calling in. I’m pretty sure his phone’s at the bottom of the Puget Sound.” Tess didn’t look at either of them. “The cavalry’s not coming.”
“I put a silencing spell on the place after the windows shattered.” He didn’t need to tell Chloe the Magickal Council would expect them to die before they revealed themselves to Normals. Their lives were not worth every Magickal person’s. It was the ugly reality of living with magic. “If we’re lucky, no Normals are coming.”
“Luck. Right. We’ve done so well with that lately.” Chloe’s chest lifted in sl
ow, deep breaths, and he wished like hell they were in a place where he could comfort her, but they weren’t and he couldn’t, so he turned away and did his job.
The women fell silent when he lifted his hand. Something . . . swept along his senses. A person. Magickal. Hiding under an invisibility spell. He drew in a lungful of air, let half of it out. The brush of a footstep sounded to his left. He swung around the edge of the island. Fired two shots toward what he hoped was the chest.
Flames exploded outward, and he ducked back behind the island, throwing up a shielding spell to protect them, but the effort cost him. Fuck. This Magickal was old, powerful. Fire engulfed them, red and orange light flowing around his shield like liquid. Sweat sluiced down his skin as the heat hit him. Chloe yanked Tess closer to him, threw her own magic around them.
The heat lessened, and he swiveled around, taking a blind shot through the shield. He felt the reverberation as it pierced, but a short scream ended the flood of flames. Chloe collapsed against his side, panting. “Okay?”
“Fine. You? Tess?”
“Good,” Tess choked.
“Me, too.” Chloe patted his arm and chest as if looking for injuries. He used his free hand to catch hers, squeeze in brief reassurance, and then set her aside.
He forced his muscles to cooperate, to not shake from the outpouring of magic. Pushing himself up into a crouch, he kept the shield as strong as he could, and took a quick look at what they were facing. A woman lay sprawled on her back, her mouth gaping open and closed like a landed fish, a clear shot through her throat. Hovering over her was a vampire.
Not Cavalli.
Merek squeezed off another shot and tucked himself back behind the island as the vampire returned fire. He jolted and Chloe screamed in pain as the bullet ricocheted off their shield and exploded into the refrigerator. Shoving Chloe back against the cabinet door, he clamped a hand across her mouth, and looked up. He wasn’t surprised to see the vampire perched on top of the island, fangs bared in a horrific smile.
They both fired. And hit.
The vampire barely jerked as blood bloomed from his chest, and Merek groaned as white-hot agony sliced into his thigh. Chloe dropped her gun to dive for his leg and the crimson that spurted upward. Femoral artery. His mind registered the severity of the wound, even as his instincts kept him moving. The vampire leaped to the counter across from them, laughed as Tess’s Normal bullets hit him and did even less damage than Merek’s one shot. He followed the bloodsucker with his weapon, but his body felt weak, his muscles unresponsive.
His aim wavered, the vampire’s didn’t, and he knew he’d failed.
A shadow that moved with unnatural speed sailed over the island and crashed into the vampire. Cavalli. They slammed through the wall and into the living room. Furious hissing and blows too swift to sound real echoed through the cloud of white plaster.
Chloe’s healing spell wrapped around his leg, sealed the entry and exit wounds from the bullet, and began to weave the muscle and sinew back together. It fucking hurt. A lot. It felt like hot pokers jabbed into his leg, and stars burst before his eyes. He gritted his teeth and bore it, gurgled on a groan, sweat stinging his eyes.
“Merek! A little help, please.” Alex’s call was so mild, Merek knew the kid was up to his neck in a fight he couldn’t handle. A short howl ended in a whoosh of escaped breath. Someone had gut-punched the kid.
Scrambling to his feet, he grabbed the counter to keep his leg from collapsing under him. Pain stabbed from his thigh straight to his skull. The healing wasn’t done, but it was good enough that he wasn’t going to bleed out. “You two stay here. Chloe, pick up your gun.”
She fumbled in the pool of his blood to retrieve the pistol. Her hands shook, her lips colorless, her mouth pinched. The look in her eyes was haunted as she wiped the blood off her hands and onto her pants. “Be careful. Help Alex.”
Not bothering to waste time with a response, he turned away from her and stumbled out of the kitchen, almost tripping over the body of the woman he’d killed. He had to get to Alex.
Chloe watched him walk away, and it took everything in her not to scream for him to come back. She’d never wanted to hold on to anyone so tightly in her entire life. This need made her childhood clinging to Millie seem like nothing. It was terrifying and unstoppable. Only the fact that Alex needed help kept her mouth shut.
Tess shifted beside her. “What can we do? My bullets aren’t doing shit against these guys.”
“No, you need special ammunition designed for Magickals.” An idea began to percolate. Rocking herself onto her hands and knees, Chloe crawled forward until she could reach the cleaning supplies under the sink. She glanced back at Tess. “Normal stuff is especially ineffective against vampires and werewolves. Because of their healing abilities.”
“I see.”
A sick feeling crawled through Chloe at the expressionless mask her friend wore, but what could she say? Tess wasn’t an idiot. The conclusions she was obviously coming to were pretty damn accurate. “I’m sorry I lied to you, Tess. I’m sorry we all lied to you.”
“Did you have a choice?”
Pulling out every cleaning solution she could get her hands on, she lined them up on the floor to see what she had to work with. “No, but that doesn’t make it suck less.”
“That’s for damn sure.” Tess’s voice went hoarse, and her eyes closed for a moment. When she opened them, she was back in control, the mask firmly in place. “What can we do?”
“I can make some explosives.” Chloe didn’t mention that the Council would probably order Tess’s memory altered so she wouldn’t know about magic after this was over. She also didn’t tell her friend that she didn’t have enough magic left to generate a flame spell like Merek and she had blocked. A few nasty potions were the best she could do. She rifled through the cabinets under the island until she came up with a few plastic containers.
“This has the ammo you’ll need.” Handing her gun over to her friend, Chloe set to work on the incendiaries.
“Okay.” Tess’s face was milk white, which made her mottled bruises stand out in ugly contrast, but her tone was serene. “So, we’re burning my uncle’s house down?”
Chloe focused on the chemicals she was mixing, letting magic slip from her as she worked, tweaking the compounds to do exactly what she wanted. “No, the people will burn, the building will be fine.”
Both women studiously ignored the shouts, grunts, and gunfire from other parts of the house. Tess swallowed audibly. “How is that possible? A magic spell?”
“A magic potion, actually.” A flicker of skepticism crossed the Normal’s face, and Chloe managed a grin. “Trust me, this is what I do.”
Tess flinched a little and looked away, checking her weapon. “Trust. Right.”
The smile slid off Chloe’s face, and she sealed a few of the containers. This was the worst possible way Tess could have found out, and Chloe didn’t have a clue what to say to her best friend. So much had happened since they’d last seen each other, so many changes for both of them. Luca and Merek, for starters. She wanted to talk to Tess, connect like they used to do with just a glance, but this was neither the time nor the place. It would have to wait—if they ever got the chance. If the Council didn’t have Tess’s memories wiped. If they survived this at all.
A shadow moved to their left, someone slipping through the shafts of sunshine coming from the hole Luca had made in the wall between the kitchen and the living room.
Beware. danger. Beware! Chloe’s clairaudience kicked off right on cue, letting her know for sure it wasn’t someone on their side of this fight.
“Heads up,” Chloe whispered when that ominous shadow flickered again. She hoisted one of her concoctions.
“I saw it.” The redhead flipped her damp hair back over her shoulder with a nonchalant shrug. “Ready when you are.”
They didn’t have long to wait. Agony burst in Chloe’s skull, and she wailed. Pain screamed along every nerve endin
g in her body, and though she knew it wasn’t real, she would have sworn fire ants swarmed over her flesh, biting and burning. Tess writhed on the blood-smeared linoleum beside her, caught in the same evil telepathic spell.
Spasms racked Chloe’s muscles, and her hand clenched and unclenched around the plastic canister. A man moved into the light, his hands outstretched as he focused more of the spell on Tess. She lifted in a hard arc off the floor, an inhuman sound ripping from her throat. Chloe forced her fingers to move through the pain, pointed the container at the man, and used the tiny spurt of magic she could muster to pop the lid off.
The potion exploded forth, spraying the man from head to toe in a quick shower. He blinked down at her for a moment, his spell slacking off until both women collapsed to the floor. Chloe could tell the moment her potion took effect. His eyes widened, and then he gave a guttural shout, slapping at his clothes, dancing in a frenzied circle as his skin began to melt like wax.
She didn’t stop to watch the carnage. Crawling through the drying pool of Merek’s blood, she grabbed Tess and shook her hard. The Normal woman gasped at the touch, bolting upright with a cry. “Tess, honey, it’s okay. We—”
The sharp report of a gun cut her off as Tess swung the pistol around and dropped the melting man with one shot. Hot crimson splattered them as he hit the floor, still twitching and groaning. Tess swayed where she sat, sweat making clean trails down her face. “That was not an exploding magic potion.”
“No, that one was more corrosive than combustible.” Chloe gathered up her other containers, ignoring the way her hands trembled and the shocks of pain that continued to fire through her nerves.
They both flinched when something heavy crashed into the wall beside Luca’s makeshift doorway. Tess pointed the gun at the opening and Chloe hefted another canister, ready to launch it at anything that came through.
Instead, they saw Luca roll by, wrestling with a vampire and a half-shifted werewolf. The scene was appallingly clear, each man bleeding from multiple wounds, clothes slashed to shreds from jagged claws, Luca cursing in fluent Italian as he grappled for the upper hand against his two opponents.