Eternal Flame Bundle with Eternal Hunter & I'll Be Slaying You (49 page)

No.
They hadn’t come to kill. Just to get information.

I don’t hurt innocents.
His words drifted through her mind. No way could the vamp count as innocent.

How long had she been in the city? Taking her donors—willing and not? How long?

And I never knew.

No, she hadn’t wanted to know. She’d been working her cases, taking down the humans who broke the law, thinking she was safe in her little town. Far away from the
Other.

She’d been so wrong. Dead wrong.

“I’m looking for a wolf shifter.”

The vamp froze beneath him.

Her eyes gave her away instantly.

“You know where the wolf is, don’t you?” His claws broke the skin of her neck, just a bit. Blood welled.

“You…don’t want to…find the wolf.” The vamp pulled her head back, trying to ease away from those claws. “Kill…you.”

“Yeah, well, don’t worry about me. I think I’ll be just fine.” He leaned in a bit closer. “While you—you’re gonna find it real hard to keep bloodsucking without a head.”

That would be a challenge. Erin cleared her throat. “Jude…” She wasn’t going to let him do this. Couldn’t let him.

“
My
rules, Erin, remember?” He didn’t glance her way. The air in the alley was thick and hot and sweat trickled down her back.

“Mort’s Bar! S-seen the wolf…last Saturday.”

Mort’s Bar. Erin’s breath rushed out. She knew the place. The owner, Jacques, was old-school Cajun. And
Mort
…that meant death.

“Guess you get to keep your head.” Jude rose slowly, keeping his eyes trained on the woman.

“Asshole!”
She scrambled to her feet. Her hand rose to her mouth and she touched the hole that had been her right fang.
“Bitch!”

Erin stared back at her. The blood ho had been trying to attack her. Defending herself had been the only option.

“I hope the wolf…rips you apart!” Screamed at them. Then she was gone, bounding toward the back of the alley. Disappearing into the shadows.

Erin finally took a deep breath and tasted shit.

She choked back her gag.

“Come on,” Jude ordered. “Let’s get out of here.”

Yes, that sounded like a great plan to her.

Jude slammed the door to the motel room. He threw the lock and waited for Erin to pounce.

But she didn’t pounce. Didn’t glance his way. Didn’t speak.

Same routine she’d had in the car.

Hell, I let the vamp live. Shouldn’t that count for something?

“Erin.”

She jumped.
Jumped.
She’d been the one to knock the vamp’s tooth out, and, he was pretty sure she’d broken the blonde’s jaw.

The lady had a killer right hook.

He’d remember that.

“I—it’s late.” Said without looking at him. But, yeah, it was late.

Hitting close to three a.m. late. It had taken him forever to find a working girl he
thought
might be a vamp.

Same rules, different city. Vamps liked to get their prey in the easiest possible way.

Sex worked. Always had. Always would.

While the men were getting ready, so busy fantasizing and stroking their dicks, the vamps locked those teeth on ’em and took.

Some humans liked the pain of the bite.

Some were scared shitless.

Some fought. Some died.

Vamps didn’t usually care, no matter what the victim did.

Erin’s fingers rose to the front of her shirt and fumbled with the buttons.

Jude swallowed. Okay. She was stripping. Right in front of him. He could see the edge of her bra, dark blue. So if she was stripping here instead of heading to the bathroom, she
wanted
him to look and that meant—

Her fingers paused and she glanced up at him. The woman totally froze him with her stare.

It meant jackshit.

“You’re a hard man, Jude Donovan. Dark—darker inside than I realized.”

A slow rage began to simmer in his veins. He took a step toward her, then another. His hands fisted. “I’m not a man, sweetheart. You can’t make that mistake with me.”

Her lips parted. Pale and moist and he could see the tip of her tongue.

The beast inside lunged against his leash.

Maybe he’d let the tiger go. Show her how
dark
he really was.

“You’ve killed, haven’t you, Jude?” The top two buttons on her shirt were undone, but the striptease seemed to be over.

And the interrogation had begun.

He hadn’t lied to her yet. Wouldn’t start now. So he kept his eyes on hers, didn’t look at those sweet breasts, and left the leash in place, for now.

“Hell, yeah, I have.” And to protect himself, or her, he’d do it again. In a heartbeat. “Want to know how old I was the first time? Want to know how I did it? Want to know who I—”

She turned away from him, and he clenched his jaw, biting back the words.
What the fuck did she want?
She
knew
what he was. She’d seen everything. Every fucking thing.

Man to beast.

She hadn’t run. She’d turned to him. Taken him after the brutal shift. But now, because he’d gotten rough with the undead scum
in order to help her,
Erin was acting like he wasn’t good enough for her.

Because maybe I’m not.

He hadn’t told her about his folks. Not yet. With that asshole after her, he just hadn’t wanted to—

Make her run.

Make her fear me.

“I want to be normal.” A whisper that he could hear all too easily. “I want a normal life, normal—”

He lunged across the room. Grabbed her elbow and spun her back around. He was afraid, very afraid, that her next word would be—

Lover.

I want a normal lover.

He sure didn’t fit that bill. “You’re not normal. You’re damn better than normal. Normal isn’t for us. Fire, lust, the power of the beast—
that’s
for us. Ball games and barbecues aren’t our cup of tea.”

She didn’t blink. Just stared up at him, her gaze stark.

He fought to pull back the fury. Because she was slipping away.

Standing right in front of him, but slipping away.

No.

“I’ve killed, and if it comes to it, I’ll kill again. My job’s not easy.” Hunting freaks like Burrows sure wasn’t easy, and he had the scars to prove it. But someone had to do the dirty, bloody work. He’d been born stronger than others so hunting, yeah, he could do it. Sometimes, he needed to do it. “And yes, there’s
darkness
in me, but, sweetheart, that same darkness is in you.”

He’d seen it from the beginning.

Her lashes lowered.

Then, softly, she said, “I know.” She looked up at him again. “That’s what scares me.”

What?

Her hands lifted to his chest and he felt the sting of her claws press into his flesh.

“Erin, what are you—”

She rose on her toes and kissed him. Not an easy kiss. Hard and fierce, bruising in its strength.

The tiger jerked free of his leash.

They fell onto the bed. Hands ripping, fighting the clothing. Mouths taking. Hearts pounding.

He tossed her bra across the room, then caught her breasts in his hands. The nipples were tight and hard and when his fingers plucked them, she moaned into his mouth.

Fuck.

He pushed her onto her back and took her breast in his mouth. Jude sucked and licked and bit and had her arching off the bed toward him. The scent of her rich cream flooded his nostrils and the drumming beat of his heart just grew louder in his ears.

Her claws raked down his back.

His shirt was gone—hell knew where.

He caught the waistband of her skirt and yanked it down, jerking her panties away at the same time.

My turn.

Jude shoved her thighs apart. He eyed the ripe flesh just waiting for him. Dark pink, plump, glistening and—

He put his mouth on her. Jude swiped his tongue over the button of her need, got that taste of sweet and tangy cream and wanted more.

So he took more.

Her hips slammed up toward him as he drove his tongue inside of her. She came against his mouth, shuddering, legs trembling around him, but he didn’t stop.

No, he wasn’t even close to stopping.

More. More.

Lips and tongue took. Learned every curve. Every secret. Drank up her taste and had her twisting against him.

“Jude!
Jude!”

His head lifted and his tongue snaked over his lips. Damn but she was beautiful.

Spread and open, ready for him.

She might not be his forever, but he’d take her for as long as she’d let him.

“Roll over.” Guttural.

He heard the rasp of her breath. The hitch that could have been fear or hesitation, but he also caught the surge of her arousal. The thickening of that rich scent in the air.

One thigh lifted over him and she rolled onto her stomach.

“No, like this.” He caught her waist, lifted her up onto her knees. That perfect heart-shaped ass stared him right in the face.

Damn.

Her palms pressed into the mattress and she rose up, glancing back over her shoulder.
“Now.”

Yeah, oh, yeah, now.

He gripped his cock in one hand. Pushed the head toward the gleaming entrance of her sex. Sank deep.

This time, he was the one to moan.

She gripped him, squeezing so tight he thought he’d go
insane
and he withdrew, only to thrust deep again.

Even as she slammed back against him.

The rhythm was wild, unsteady. Deep and hard. Sweat slickened his body and the bed sagged beneath them.

Thrust.
Her ass was so soft and round.

Thrust.
She gripped him so tight.
Fuck!

Thrust.
His. She was his.

The release barreled through him, a white-hot burst of pleasure that rocked every cell in his body.

He moved by instinct. Jude clamped his mouth over her right shoulder. That sweet, sweet curve near her neck. Pleasure spot.

And he bit.

Her sex contracted around him as she came.

The power of his release seemed to double. Emotions flooded through him. Needs. Whispers of longings he’d buried years ago.

Erin.

He held her tight, held her wrapped in his arms and rode out the fury of the climax.

She sagged against him, and he kissed her flesh.

Mate.

The word trembled through his mind. No, no, that wasn’t possible. The sex was great, but there was no way she could be a mate for him.

She turned her head, looking back over her shoulder at him, and her eyes were sleepy and satiated.

Mate.

Hell.

Talk about a case of seriously screwed up bad timing.

Fate, you bitch.

“W
hy did you join Night Watch?” Her quiet voice pierced the silence that had hung so thickly in the room. Her hand was on his chest, right above his heart. The sheet curved around her, hiding her hips and breasts, revealing a hint of the flesh along her side.

At her words, he tensed. He’d known he’d have to tell her. Sooner or later.

He’d just wanted the later part.

“Jude?”

He brought her hand to his lips. Kissed the palm. “Dawn’s coming. We need to catch a few hours of sleep before going back to the station.” There’d be more files to search. Witnesses to question.

Then, when the darkness fell, they’d get the wolf.

“I want to know about you.”

He turned his head, just a bit, and met her stare. He could see her so well, even in the darkness.

“There’s more to you than you let the world see.”

More than being a hunter.

A killer.

“Hate to tell you, sweetheart, but there’s not.” The words were cold and distant, but he couldn’t make himself let go of her hand.

Her eyes narrowed, but she repeated, “Why’d you join?”

Mate
.

Okay, so the beast inside had recognized her. It was the way with his kind. The animals could recognize potential mates. It was a physical thing. Genetics.

Mates could produce children. Shifters couldn’t reproduce with just anyone. Their genetics were too complicated for that.

But the animals knew…they always knew.

It was survival of the fittest kicking in. The beasts inside were sure all about surviving. Propagating the species.

But just because someone was your mate didn’t mean you loved them. Or that they loved you.

His parents were proof of that.

And proof of just how screwed up and twisted the world could be.

When I tell her, she won’t let me touch her again. She’ll fear me, just like she fears that bastard out there.

Her stare was so steady. Her body so soft and warm against his.

Lie.
The whisper came from deep inside. He could invent some sob story for her. Get her to keep trusting him. Get her to keep giving him that beautiful body.

Her fingers moved in the smallest of caresses against his heart.

Can’t lie to her
. Not her.

“I joined Night Watch because the tiger needed prey.” Staying in control—when he wanted to hunt and fight every day, when the tiger wanted to roar and bite and claw—had been pushing him to the very edge of his sanity.

Night Watch had been,
was
his release. “I know just how dangerous the
Other
are in this world. I know that humans can’t handle them. They don’t have a clue. And the bastards that cross the line, the ones that torture humans and kill ’em…they have to be stopped.” He knew too well the nature of the beasts hidden inside the façade of men. Too well.

“The men I’ve hunted”—mostly paranormals, though he’d been sent after a human or two in his time—“you don’t want to know what they’ve done.” Even he’d had nightmares. “I stopped them. I made a difference.” When he hadn’t been able to before. “You might not like my methods, but I get the job done.” Period.

“Making a difference…that’s important to you?”

You can’t change the past, boy. You got to look to the future.
His grandfather’s words. Hard with grief. He’d been twelve that day. And he hadn’t really understood what his grandfather meant.

But he did now. “Yeah, it’s important to me.” He inhaled, catching her scent and the lingering fragrance of sex in the air. Not the best time to tell her, but, hell, when was there ever a good time to say something like this? “Erin, my parents…there’s something you need to know about them.”

A frown pulled her brows low, and she eased to a sitting position beside him, dragging that damn sheet up with her. “What is it?”

Trust. He’d give her all of his. For the first time in his whole damn life.

Can’t look into those eyes and keep the truth back.
“They were mates.”

A faint smile curled her lips. “Well, they would have had to be or you wouldn’t be here.”

True. But…“My mom didn’t love my father.” He’d known. Always felt the coldness there. But he’d seen the heat in his father’s stare every time he looked at her. “He was crazy about my mother though.” Crazy. Good word.

Hell. It was hard to tell this story with her watching him with those big, golden eyes. Hard to speak when he was scared spitless that his words would send her running away.

Not just one screwed-up asshole in her life—two
.

“This story doesn’t have a happy ending, does it?” Quiet, tense. Her knuckles had whitened around the sheet.

He gave a hard shake of his head. If only…“Most of the talk in the
Other
world about the shifters who go fucking psycho, well, it’s about the wolves.”

She tensed a bit. “Did a…wolf do something to your family?” Her voice seemed stilted.

“No.” The wolves had hurt plenty of others, but not him. “The Lones are the wolves you know to avoid. For tigers, we have our own twisted assholes who love to kill.”

“Ferals.” A whisper.

They were rare, luckily, but every now and then, a tiger shifter gave into the bloodlust of the beast. When he did—and it was always a male, no one knew quite why—the hunger took him over. The only way to stop a Feral was to put him down.

“My mom didn’t love my dad. Never did.” Matings couldn’t force feelings. Nature didn’t work that way. “One day, she told him she was leaving him. She fell for a human. She wanted to start a life with him, and she wanted to take me with her.” His mother had loved him. He knew that. Never doubted it for even a single moment.

His grandfather wouldn’t let him doubt it.

“I could see the pain in my dad’s eyes, but what could he do? Not like you can make a tiger stay.” Not when the tiger wanted to be free, and his dad had loved his mother enough to let her go. “She went to the human. She was going to send for me as soon as she was settled but—”

But she’d never gotten settled, and he’d never seen her again.

He glanced away from Erin’s eyes. Had to. “A Feral attacked her human. She jumped in to try and save him—and the Feral killed them both.”

Jude heard the swift inhalation of her breath. He didn’t look back at her. Not yet. This screwed-up story, on top of the hell that bastard was putting her through—

Oh, yeah, she’ll be running. Moving that sweet ass as fast as she can, dammit.

But she deserved the truth from him. Especially if the beast inside was right.

“When my dad found out, he broke.” No other word for it. His father had shattered before him. “Blamed himself. He thought if he’d just been able to make my mother love him, she would have lived.”

“You can’t make someone love you.”

No, you couldn’t. His father had even told him those same words the night his mother left to join the human, but the grief had wrecked his mind.

His father loved his mother so much that when she slipped from the world, he’d seemed to slip away, too. “He went after the Feral.”

Her hands reached for his. She unfurled the fingers he’d clenched. Lightly traced the marks made by his growing claws.

Jude took a breath and caught her scent. He closed his eyes. “He never made it back from the hunt.”

His grief had made him weak, and the Feral had been too strong.

Silence.

Too heavy. Too thick.

His father had been too consumed with rage and grief.

And his old man had left him alone. With the same rage and grief gnawing at his soul.

An image of those twin boys flashed before him. When he’d seen those boys tonight, he’d seen himself.

“When’s Mom coming back?”
Stupid. He’d been twelve. He knew about death. Fucking knew. But he’d asked and asked Grandpa Joe. “
Where’s Dad?
”

Asked and asked.

And broken when his parents never came home and he saw those coffins days later. His mother’s wooden coffin had been covered with red roses.

Because she’d loved red roses, too. Just like Erin.

Just like Erin.

“How old were you?”

He flinched at her voice. “Twelve.”

“Where did you go?”

Not the questions he’d anticipated. “My grandpa Joe—my mom’s dad—took me in.” Grandpa Joe had been his anchor, and when he’d finally let loose his own grief and rage, his grandpa had been there.

“What—what happened to the Feral?”

This was the part Jude dreaded. His eyes were on her hands. So delicate next to his. “When I turned twenty-one, Grandpa Joe died.” There’d been no one to hold him back then. No one to grieve, in case he failed. “The next day, I started hunting.”

And he hadn’t stopped until he’d found his prey. “I hunted the bastard down and I ripped out his throat.” The blood had been hot on his tongue. The tiger had been so very thirsty. “I found out I was good at hunting.” At killing. Too good.

“That’s why you ended up with Night Watch.”

His gaze lifted to her face. “Yeah. Pak heard about me. I’d shoved my way deep into the
Other
world.” It had taken months, but he’d tracked the bastard. “Pak offered me a job.” An outlet for the rage the guy had still seen brewing beneath his surface.

“Why’d you take the job?”

Huh. Again, not the question he’d thought she’d have. “Because the tiger’s always been fighting his leash and hunting satisfies him.”
Me.

She didn’t speak. Was she afraid now? Did she think he was a twisted freak like that asshole after her?

A revenge kill. Yeah, not something nice and orderly. Not something the good guy was supposed to do.

But he’d never told her he was good. There were dark places in him. So damn dark.

That’s why he was so good at his job. It was easy to hunt the sick freaks when you could think like them.

“Don’t be afraid of me.” The words were ripped from him. They came out as a demand, instead of the plea they should have been. “I swear, Erin, I’m not like the asshole out there. I would never,
never
hurt you.”

More silence.

He turned away. Jumped from the bed. “I-I’ll—” What? What was he going to do? He couldn’t leave her, not with that prick out there. He couldn’t—

“Why did you tell me this?”

His head jerked back toward her. She’d risen from the bed and was walking toward him. “Because I wanted only truth between us. You deserved to know.” She’d taken him into her body so sweetly. Given him so much.

Trust—he’d given it to her.

She knew his darkest secret now. His darkest shame.

The next move was hers.

She stopped in front of him. Her hand lifted and stroked his cheek. Then her arms wrapped around him, and she held him close.

And he held her tighter than he’d ever held anything in his life.

The bastard was in the motel with her. Touching her. Kissing her. Taking her.

Did Erin really think that cat would keep her safe?

Or was this to punish him? Was she angry with him? Hadn’t he shown her how much he cared for her?

That he’d do anything for her?

Anything.

She’d gone to the Trent house. He knew it. She’d seen those kids.

Did she know what he’d done?
For her.
Always.

Maybe she’d wanted that kill for herself. Maybe that’s why she was with the hunter. She was angry—

No, no, he couldn’t have that.

She had to understand that the kill had been for
her.

He yanked out his cell phone. Punched in the numbers for 911. Yes, yes, this was the easiest route. They’d report his call, but they wouldn’t be able to trace him. Not with a disposable cell like the one he’d picked up hours before.

The call was answered on the second ring.

“911. What is the nature of your emergency?”

“Tell Detective Benjamin Greer that he can find Donald Trent’s body buried in the woods behind Trent’s mother-in-law’s place.”

“
What?
Wh—who is this?”

He pressed the small button on the cell, ending the call.

When Erin found out exactly what he’d done, she’d appreciate him again. After all, he’d returned Donald to his boys. To his family.

“For you,” he whispered, and turned away from the hotel window.

The next day, Jude worked beside Erin, digging into case files she’d snagged from her old office.
Good thing the DA was slow as hell about reassigning cases and cleaning up paperwork.

They were in the old Lillian government building, home of the District Attorney’s office, and the files were spread around them. Jude still thought there was a link to the crimes somewhere but she—

She didn’t know what was happening.

Erin snuck a glance at him. Last night, he’d pulled away after his confession. She’d tried to reach out to him, but, she’d hesitated.

Because his story had scared her. To know that he could kill so easily.
Had
killed so easily.

Two men in her life. One who swore she was his mate—and he was killing for her.

The other man—
her lover
—with a past bloodier than her own.

But at least Jude wasn’t claiming to be her mate.

What should she say? She knew he wouldn’t hurt her. Maybe she should just start with that. As for the darkness inside him—

Like to like.

Who the hell was she to judge?

“
Erin Jerome?
”

The deep voice, rich with surprise, had her tensing.

Jude shot to his feet and turned to face the door.

A man stood there, tall, with broad shoulders, his black hair graying just a hint at the temples. He wore a gray suit, not his usual long, black enveloping judge’s robe.

Because they weren’t in court. Because it was a Saturday and they were in the bowels of the pit and I sure didn’t expect to see—
“Judge Harper?”

He smiled at her, but then flashed a worried glance Jude’s way. “Ah, I…didn’t realize you were back with us.”