Deadly Game (26 page)

He tipped her chin up. “Did you say stop? Because if you did, I didn’t hear you.”

“Not out loud. No one’s ever done that before.”

He frowned. “Done what?”

Color crept under her skin, flushing her face and her breasts, drawing his attention to the marks on the creamy flesh. His marks. His fingerprints. The faint teeth marks and numerous strawberries standing out starkly against her pale skin. She had them on the inside of her thighs as well. He touched one—pleased.

Her color deepened, turning an interesting shade of crimson. “Oral sex.”

His eyebrow shot up. She looked innocent and almost shy, so much so that he couldn’t help but bend down to kiss her. “Oral sex? Is that what you thought that was?” He rubbed the scar splitting his lip with the pad of his thumb. “I don’t think so, honey. That was more like gobbling you up. Eating you alive. And just talking about it is making me hard all over again.”

The color spread through her body. “Well, regardless, no one’s ever done that.”

The smile on his face faded. “Never?”

She shook her head.

He scowled at her. “What the hell did this idiot Brett do to prepare you?”

“He didn’t care if my body accepted his or not. He used a lubricant for his own convenience, not mine.”

Ken swore out loud. “Someone needs to tear his heart out.”

A small smile curved her mouth. “Jack likes to shoot people. Maybe we just ought to introduce them.”

Ken slid off the bed, pulling up his jeans before finding a cloth. Dipping it in water, he carefully washed her body, deliberately stroking caresses between her legs. “What other things have you managed to miss?”

“Why? I shouldn’t have told you that.”

“If I don’t know what you’ve missed, I won’t know all the things I get to introduce you to.” He dried her body with careful strokes.

“I’ve never celebrated a birthday or holiday.”

“When do you get presents?”

She laughed. “What kind of presents? Sean gave me a knife once, but he took it back when I was put in the breeding program. I think they were afraid I’d remove certain portions of Brett’s anatomy.”

It bothered him. Okay—it bothered him a lot—that she didn’t have holidays and fireplaces and presents. At the worst home he’d been in, they still celebrated birthdays. “When is your birthday?”

Once again her gaze slid from his, and she shrugged with exaggerated casualness. “I have no idea. Whitney found me in an orphanage somewhere and he didn’t exactly think that date was important, so why would you think he’d celebrate our birthdays?”

Ken’s belly knotted up again, but he kept his voice and face expressionless. He cupped her face and leaned in for another heart-stopping kiss. The woman tasted like honey and exotic spice, so addicting he thought about just kissing her until neither of them knew their own names anymore. “He’s a scientist. Isn’t the age of his guinea pigs important? Let’s break into his files and get the information. I’ll bet he has it.”

She laughed. Really laughed. The sound was very soft, but it made him want to smile. He pulled a chain from around his neck. Made of braided gold, it held a small golden cross. He slipped it over her head, lifting her hair out of the way so that the chain slid along the back of her neck and the medal nestled between her breasts.

“Your first present, one of many. I’m not very religious, but I always like to keep my options open. It will keep you safe when I’m not right beside you.”

She inhaled sharply and blinked hard several times.

Ken touched her long lashes and found them wet. She suddenly looked sad, shadows replacing the laughter in her eyes. “Presents are supposed to make you happy. I don’t think you’re getting the concept here.”

Mari slid her arms around his neck. “Surprisingly, this has been the best day of my life. Thank you.” She lifted her mouth for his kiss, her fingers gliding over his neck. She struck hard and fast, finding the pressure point with little problem and, using her enhanced strength, digging deep. She could never have done it if she hadn’t caught him completely by surprise, but he succumbed, slipping into a black void, slumping to the bed and then sliding to the floor.

CHAPTER 11

Mari jumped off the bed, crouching down to check Ken’s pulse. The whisper of warning buzzed in her head like the distant sound of bees. They were here. They’d found her, and if she didn’t act fast, they’d kill Ken, Jack, Logan, and Ryland. Lily would be taken prisoner.

She took a deep breath and opened her mind to the team leader.
Pull back. There are civilians and innocents here. This team was protecting the senator, not there to assassinate him. Until we know how the wires got crossed, we can’t risk killing innocents.
She prayed Sean listened to her. She was not going to be responsible for bloodshed, and no one was going to hurt Ken Norton, not if she could help it. If he was conscious, he’d fight to the death to keep her; she knew that much about him.

She had to keep Sean and her team away from this room and away from the others. But how? She had only seconds before someone triggered an alarm or set off one of the other GhostWalker’s highly tuned senses. Quickly pulling on a pair of jeans, she laid her hand on the wall as she leaned against the door to listen, hoping to hear if Jack Norton had already been alerted to the danger descending on them.

Silence. Complete and utter silence. That made no sense. She caught the whiff of a peculiar odor, faint, but disgusting, much like rotten eggs. Cautiously, Mari pushed open the door. Bodies were strewn all over the floor. Her heart nearly stopped beating. This couldn’t be happening. Were they all dead? Jack, Ken’s brother? Ken would go berserk and hunt down every single member of her team and execute them.

What have you done, Sean? My God, the woman is pregnant. You killed them all?
She tasted fear and anger. Tears burned her eyes and clogged her throat. She inhaled sharply and knew the smell was a mixture of gases.

What are you talking about?

She could hear a soft hiss as the gas entered through a pipe in the wall. Her heart nearly stopped beating and she ran to the windows, forcing several open before she caught Lily’s arm and dragged her into the room with Ken before rushing back for Jack.

Stop the gas, goddammit. I mean it, Sean, stop the fucking gas.

Gas? I didn’t
—His voice broke off then resumed sharply.
Get the hell out of there now. That’s an order, Mari.

She ignored the coordinates of the rendezvous point he sent her, and dragged Jack’s limp body into the room with Ken and Lily. Ryland was next and then Logan. As soon as she had all of them in the small medical room, she shut the door and sealed the crack using towels and clothing, anything she could find.

Tears streamed down her face, from the gas or because she was so afraid for them all, she wasn’t certain, but it blurred her vision. She put a wet cloth on the back of Ken’s neck in the hopes of bringing him around faster.

Damn it, Mari, we can’t get farther into the building without raising the alarm. You’re supposed to be making your way toward us. Get moving fast.

She put an oxygen mask on Lily.
If you didn’t do this, who did?

Sean swore at her, a long burst of eloquent and dirty curses.
Haul your ass out of there, soldier.

I’m not leaving them to die.

We had nothing to do with killing anyone.
Sean’s voice changed, dropped an octave, held a low plea.
Whitney has someone there on the inside. We came to get you out, but he wanted us to kill them all and pull out his daughter, Lily. The orders came through as we were entering the compound. I pretended to be out of range, but he has someone inside supposedly helping us.

Mari crouched down beside Ken again and shook him, wiping his face with a cold cloth to bring him around. He was limp and completely out one moment, and the next he exploded into action, swinging a fist, connecting with the side of her face as she tried to scramble out of the way. She fell back, one hand stretched out in placation. “Stop! Stop, Ken. We’re in trouble.”

Ken’s head was pounding, his vision swimming. He shook his head, saw Mari, clutching her jaw. Realizing what he’d done, he scrambled to his knees and reached for her, catching her face between his hands, his thumb sliding over the bright red spot. “My God, Mari, I could have killed you.”

“I didn’t have time to stand across the room. Someone is trying to kill them. The room next door is filled with gas and I’m afraid someone is going to toss a match. You have to help me get everyone out of here now. Hurry—we don’t have much time.”

The headache would last a long time, but his vision was clearing. He didn’t reprimand her for knocking him out, or ask questions. He shrugged out of his shirt and handed it to her, hurrying first to Jack.

Mari was a little shocked by the fact that he’d choose his brother over Lily, by the gentle way he lifted Jack onto his back and took him to the window. Mari scrambled out and held out her arms. Ken passed Jack’s body to her. With the clean air, he was already beginning to stir, and she hurried to put him some distance from the building before she ran back. She didn’t want Jack waking up and attacking her.

Mari!
Sean’s voice sounded insistent and worried.
I’m coming in after you. The others will cover me.

No! Give me two minutes, Sean. I can’t let them die. I don’t know why anyone would order them killed, but that’s not what we do and you know it. If Whitney wants to commit murder, he can send his goons.

She ran with Lily’s limp body in her arms, to lay her beside Jack. He was already sitting up, squeezing the back of his neck, coughing and looking around him. She put a hand on his shoulder. “Conserve your strength; you’re going to have to run in another minute.”

She had to get away before anyone suspected her team was nearby. If Ken or Jack suspected the men were there, they’d blame her guys for the attack. And if one of their friends died, every member of her team would be living under a death sentence. She knew what men like Ken and Jack were capable of. She knew they would keep coming until their sense of justice was satisfied. She went back to the window and pulled Logan out, dragging him as far as she could.

I told you, they have someone on the inside. He’s going to blow the place. You’re out of time. We’re holding them off to get you clear, but they’re balking.

Mari’s heart thudded. Jack was stumbling toward the building to help with Ryland, but Ken hadn’t come out.
Ken! What are you doing? They’re going to blow the building.

Jack had Ryland slung over his shoulder, his face set in grim lines. Ken was talking to him, she was certain. Ken knew they were going to blow the building and he’d told his brother to run. Jack jerked Logan to his feet, yelled something to him and reached for Lily. “Come on, Mari! We have to go now.”

“What’s Ken doing?”

“There are other people working in the building. He’s setting off the alarms.” Jack was already running as he gave her the information, Ryland across his back. Logan stumbled after him with Lily in his arms.

Mari hesitated, torn between running to join her team and getting them all away safely, or going after Ken. Ken won. She dove back into the building, landing in a roll and getting up on her feet, sprinting through the room to the hall. She heard shouting and the sound of people running. Lab techs and researchers hurried to get outside. She couldn’t see Ken anywhere, and she started down the hall, ignoring a man who caught at her shirt and tried to tug her toward a door.

The shriek of a siren cut through the air, a loud alarm that drove the tension up significantly. Doors opened and more people spilled into the hall, rushing toward the nearest exit.
Ken! Where are you?
What if he was still groggy and he’d passed out? What if Whitney’s man on the inside had already found him and stuck a knife in his back? For a moment she couldn’t breathe, utter terror consuming her, the sensation one she’d never known before.

Mari, are you clear? Get the hell out of the building. Where are you?
Ken’s voice penetrated her mind.

Relief was instantaneous, sweeping through her so that for a moment her legs went rubbery. She leaned against the wall for support, feeling sick, her fist closing around the cross Ken had given her, holding it tightly, as if she could thus somehow keep him close to her.

“Mari!” Sean’s voice startled her. She turned to see him running toward her, gesturing toward the exit a few yards ahead of her. “Run.”

She whirled around and ran right into someone, bounced off and slid to the floor. Sean reached her. Without breaking stride, he grabbed her by the shirt and yanked her after him. “Run! Come on, Mari, run.”

They sprinted for the exit, using blurring enhanced speed, diving out the door and racing across the ground. She knew she was on the opposite side of the laboratory from the other GhostWalker team. She still didn’t know where Ken was, but her people were covering them and anyone trying to stop them was going to be shot. She had to go back with them to the compound. No matter what, she had to go. It was the only way to protect her sisters—and Ken. Nothing could happen to Ken.