Authors: Rebecca Zanetti
Provoked (24 page)
Mur-der. Mur-der. Mur-der
After all the blood he’d stolen, he didn’t want any. The horrendous liquid had to be taken from his body. Bleeding out was the only solution.
This would finally end.
Slowly, Jase crawled toward the pieces of guaranteed death.
K
ane kicked the punching bag and sent it flying through the air. Panting in a deep breath, he glared at the empty gym. Now he was acting more like Talen than himself. He didn’t need to punch things to calm down. He was Kane Kayrs, for Christ’s sake.
ane kicked the punching bag and sent it flying through the air. Panting in a deep breath, he glared at the empty gym. Now he was acting more like Talen than himself. He didn’t need to punch things to calm down. He was Kane Kayrs, for Christ’s sake.
In fact, he’d only gone to the gym to find Talen. His older brother didn’t have the decency to be where he was supposed to be.
Heavy footsteps sounded outside, and Talen stomped into the room.
“Where the fuck have you been?” Kane growled.
Talen lifted one dark eyebrow. “On the phone with my mate trying to get her to hurry the hell up and come home. Why are you in the gym wearing silk pants?”
“They’re a silk-cotton blend, and my normal pants.” Kane crossed his arms. “I’m here looking for you.”
“Why?”
“I’ve been thinking strategy and demon strongholds.” Hopefully they’d find Jase and it’d be soon.
“Interesting. So far, the best strategy is shock and awe so we can distract them and cut their heads off before they attack us with their brains.” Talen rolled his shoulders. “What are you thinking?”
Kane frowned. “Something about using Amber’s shielding abilities with modern witchcraft. I mean, the witches manipulate matter with quantum physics, so why not manipulate brain waves? Brain waves are as real as sound or light waves, so I want to figure out how to bend them.”
“Great plan.” Talen reached for a knife from his boot. “Something tells me learning to bend brain waves may take some time.”
Sad but true. But the war with the demons wasn’t ending anytime soon. So Kane had better get started.
Talen twirled the knife, his movements fast, his gaze hard. The glint of swirling steel seemed to catch his attention. “We probably don’t have time for a new strategy before we get Jase.”
“Probably not, but we should still keep building our resources.”
Talen threw the knife up and caught it before slamming the blade back into his boot. Then he frowned and sniffed the air. He straightened, gaze serious on Kane. “You smell like Amber.”
Kane stilled. “I do not.”
“Yes, you do. While you haven’t marked her, her scent is all over you. Mating takes more than just marking, you know.”
Irritation pricked the back of Kane’s neck. “We had sex, that’s all. I’m not mating her. Well, I mean, I asked her, but she said no.”
Talen settled his stance. “Did you tell her you loved her?”
“Of course not, asshole.”
“Calling names seems beneath you. I can tell you have feelings for her.” Talen jerked his head in a tough-guy nod toward Kane’s hand. “The marking appeared, so fate has spoken. She’s your mate, Kane.”
Kane blew out a breath. He opened his mouth to debate his brother’s ridiculous claim when the speaker in the far corner crackled.
“Kane, Talen, get to control room one. Now,” Dage ordered.
Kane’s breath caught. There was only one reason they’d be meeting in Dage’s private control room—they’d found Jase. He broke into a run behind Talen, hurrying down stairs and through passageways to the concealed room.
Dage and Max were already in place, facing the huge screen. A smaller screen to the right held Conn Kayrs, who was in Ireland with his mate. His face was pale, his jaw set hard.
Kane’s stomach dropped. “What’s going on?”
Dage flipped a switch and a dingy cell filled the main screen.
Narrowing his eyes, Kane spotted a thin figure in the corner. “Jase,” he breathed.
The figure slowly crawled toward the far wall, picking up shards of rock. Pausing, he seemed to say something to the walls. Then he plunged the makeshift weapon into his jugular.
Kane took a step back. Nobody even breathed in the control room underground as Jase Kayrs slowly bled out. Finally, he slumped to the ground, copper eyes open, chest not moving with breath.
The screen went black.
Pain and rage ripped through Kane so quickly his mind spun.
“The video is a fake,” Talen growled.
“The techs looked at it—nothing has been altered.” Conn stepped closer to the camera, fury lighting his eyes. “We intercepted the transmission an hour ago and have narrowed the sender to somewhere in Scotland. The witches are trying to pinpoint the location but aren’t having much luck.”
Dage took a deep breath. “Talen, call the pilots and tell them to stand by—and get ready to activate Hilde’s tracker. You and Conn figure out an attack plan once we find a location. Max, you’re in lockdown here at headquarters. . . keep everyone safe.”
Talen and Max both nodded, hurrying from the room.
Conn eyed Dage and Kane. “I’ll see you both soon.” His screen went dark.
Dage continued looking at the dark screen, his broad back to Kane. “Do you think Jase is dead?”
Pain settled so hard in Kane’s gut that he groaned. “No,” he whispered. Giving the king false hope wouldn’t help, but he couldn’t take away all hope.
Dage whirled around, his eyes a stark blue. “Fucking tell me the truth—don’t handle me.”
The vampire in Kane wanted to strike right back, but the brother just felt sorrow. “It’s possible for a vampire to die by bleeding out completely . . . but it’s more likely he’d just go brain dead. Keep in mind how long it’d really take to bleed out. My concern is that he tried to start the process.” Kane’s voice broke on the end.
Dage lifted his chin. “We proceed as if he’s alive and needs to be rescued.” His movements jerky, he yanked his hair into a band to secure at the nape of his neck. “When we get to Ireland, we’ll engage Hilde’s tracking device. Chances are, she’s at headquarters.”
Kane stayed silent, his gaze on his oldest brother.
Dage ground a fist into his eye. “Will Amber be coming?”
“Yes. We need her,” Kane said softly.
“Kane, I know this isn’t the time, but if we attack the demons, some of us might not make it back.”
“I know.” Kane would cover Dage’s back if it was the last thing he ever did.
“My point is, if you love the woman, at least tell her before we go.” Wisdom lurked in the king’s eyes. “You’ll be surprised how much stronger the admission makes you.”
Kane nodded. “Okay.”
“Don’t appease me.” Dage shook his head and stalked toward the door. “Just once you might consider that other people know more than you do about something.”
“I do.” But he’d been so up front with Amber about his feelings, or rather, lack of feelings. Sure, he wanted her. And, man, he liked her. Could it be something deeper?
His gut told him it was something a lot deeper.
“Is she still mad about her granny?” Dage pressed a button to open the door.
“Wouldn’t you be?” Kane turned to follow his brother into the hallway.
“Hell, yes,” Dage said. “Whenever Emma gets really irritated at me, I throw her in the pool. Then we make out. Always works.”
Something told Kane that throwing Amber in the pool was a bad idea. “I’ll keep that in mind.” He needed something far more drastic than a good dunking to appease Amber’s anger. “Though I think that our saving her grandmother is the only thing that’ll make Amber not mad at me anymore.”
“That’s probably true.” Dage paused and put his hand on Kane’s shoulder. “I need to go see Emma before we take off for Scotland.” The king sighed. “She’s not going to like it.” He hurried off for the elevator.
“Well, the pool is probably free,” Kane called after him. Then he fell against the wall. Raw claws of poisoned pain ripped through his entire body. Tears sprang to his eyes, and he allowed them to fall without a care.
Was Jase really done fighting? All logic and Kane’s own eyes said Jase wanted to be finished.
His younger brother was chasing death. Hopefully he hadn’t caught it.
T
he king’s words echoed in Amber’s head for the rest of the afternoon. Could Kane be in love with her? If so, he’d never admit it to her, much less to himself. More importantly, how did she feel? Feelings were supposed to be clear and absolute, not convoluted and confusing. Unlike Kane, she did believe in fate. That marking had appeared on his palm the first time they’d touched. That had to mean something.
he king’s words echoed in Amber’s head for the rest of the afternoon. Could Kane be in love with her? If so, he’d never admit it to her, much less to himself. More importantly, how did she feel? Feelings were supposed to be clear and absolute, not convoluted and confusing. Unlike Kane, she did believe in fate. That marking had appeared on his palm the first time they’d touched. That had to mean something.
While she was angry with him about her grandmother, she also knew her grandmother. Hilde offered to go, heck, she probably wanted to go.
If Amber had the right to fight, didn’t Hilde?
With a sigh, Amber paused outside Kane’s underground quarters.
The last time they’d slept together, something in her had shifted. Something deep—she’d given a part of herself away. Regardless, she steeled her spine and twisted the doorknob. If Hilde had a right to fight, so did Amber. And she needed all the power she could get.
This was going to happen.
Shoving open the door, she paused as her eyes adjusted to the dim light. His back to her, Kane stood near the mantel, staring at gas flames in the fireplace. His broad shoulders sent shadows to dance on the sofa. Music wound from hidden speakers, but not the smooth jazz or classical tones she would’ve expected. Instead, a fierce metal tone beat through the room, dark and angry.
“Amber, this isn’t a good time.” His voice rumbled low and gravelly across the short distance.
She shivered and moved inside, closing the door. “What happened?”
Kane slowly turned, the harsh angles of his face hard, his eyes a fathomless black. “Please leave.”
“No.” The pain cascading off him was palpable. She had strong, very strong feelings for the vampire. There was no way she could leave him hurting. “Tell me.”
“Jase tried to kill himself.”
Her head jerked back. Pain shot down to her stomach. She’d never met Jase, but the words still cut deep. “Did he succeed?”
“I don’t know.”
I’m so sorry,” she whispered.
“Thank you. Now leave.” Kane turned back to the rhythmic fire.
She wouldn’t leave an animal in so much pain, much less a man she’d been intimate with. Careful steps took her around the sofa so she could place a hand against his back.
He stiffened and growled low.
Muscles shifted restlessly again her palm. “Kane. Let me help.”
“How?” His tone lacked inflection and contradicted the tension pouring off him.
Good question. “Talk to me.”
“I did. Jase has given up.” Kane threw a shoulder and dislodged her hand. “Now you need to go.”
“What about my grandmother?”
“She’s on her way to Scotland. We’re heading after her as soon as she reaches a location.”
Amber inhaled and attempted to calm her nerves. The dark music beat through her skin, making her heart speed up. Thoughts zinged furiously around her brain. The man needed comforting, and she needed his powers. For a woman used to feeling her way, the logical conclusion to their problems came too easily. “We need to mate.”
He froze. Slowly, he turned his head, dark eyes flashing. “This is not a good time.”
“It’s the only time.” She grabbed on to his arm, digging in. “I’m sorry about Jase, but I can’t let my grandmother die—I know we’ll find her. I need your powers to save her.” More than anything, Amber needed to be able to attack. If they mated, she’d gain the skill. “Plus, if Jase has given up, we need to save him and now. No more waiting.”
Kane whirled so suddenly she would’ve fallen had he not grabbed her biceps in an unbreakable grip. “You don’t know what you’re saying.”
“I do.” The words came out more a vow than a simple statement.
“Mating is forever,” he growled.
“Maybe.” She kept her voice soft, soothing. “Maybe not. Virus-27 will erase the mating mark if I choose.” She’d spent some time talking to Emma before making the decision.
Anger twisted his lips. “You’re joking. The infection would probably kill you at some point. That’s not an option.” His eyes went wild, much more animal than man. Was this the vampire side of him? The hold on her arms tightened. “You mate me, sweetheart, there’s no turning back. No taking a virus. It’s immortality . . . forever.”
She swallowed. Fear cascaded shivers down her back. She didn’t know him like this. Deep down, she knew her logical argument was a smoke screen. Having fallen in love with Kane Kayrs, the only way to keep him, the only way to teach him to love, was to mate him. She was a gambler at heart, apparently. “Fine.”
He dropped his hands. “I agree that mating is the best course of action, just not right now.” His voice shook, while a vein pulsed in his corded neck.
“Why not?”
He faltered. “This isn’t a good time. We’ll approach the matter later when we’re both in more control.”
So that was it. The vampire, for once, wasn’t in perfect control of his emotions. Well, it was about time. Grabbing the hem of her T-shirt, she yanked it over her head. The cotton hit the floor seconds before her bra followed suit. “I know you want me.” Standing in the ripped jeans and plush socks, she faked a confidence she truly didn’t feel.
His nostrils flared. “Yes. I want you.” Even so, he took a step back. “Our mating right now won’t make a difference in time to get your grandmother. We have time to plan this right.”
Instinct whispered that their mating would make a difference. A smart woman listened to her instincts. “You don’t know that our mating wouldn’t help in the next battle.”
“No, I don’t.” His gaze dropped to her bare breasts. A dark flush wound over the harsh angles of his face. “Amber, I’m more than willing to lose myself in you tonight. But there’s no way I’ll be able to keep from marking you this time. If I were you, I’d turn and run. Now.”
Her heart hurt. For him, because of him, for her grandmother. . . maybe even for herself. “I’m so tired of being alone.” The words slipped out, coming from somewhere deeper than her brain. “Please, Kane.” Going on instinct, she moved forward and pressed herself along his length. Stretching up on her tiptoes, she flicked his lips with her tongue. Her hips bumped his erection. Yeah, he wanted her.
He barely seemed to breathe.
Both her hands dove into his thick hair. Giving him a wicked smile, she bit his bottom lip. Hard.
His top lip pulled back in a snarl. Then he slowly licked the blood clean, his gaze locking on hers.
“I want you, Kane.” Hell, she was half in love with the man whether she liked it or not. And she was lying to herself about the “half” part. “I’ll give you anything you want.” Too bad he didn’t want her heart, considering he already had it. “Stop being a coward.”
His chin lifted. “I can’t be manipulated, sweetheart.”
Oh yeah? Her chin lifted just as high as his. “How about the direct approach, then?” Releasing his hair, she ran her palms down the hard planes of his chest, the silk tickling her skin until she reached the button of his slacks. A quick tug had them released. Throwing dare into her eyes and defiance into her smile, she slid her hand inside his pants. His already black eyes somehow darkened further.
Feminine power flushed through her. “I’ve never seduced anyone before,” she said softly, stroking him. The man had gone commando. Yet another surprise.
“Be careful what you wish for, little girl.” The warning held both threat and promise.
Her sex softened. “You don’t scare me.”
“Yes, I do,” he said softly.
Maybe a little. Considering she literally had him by the balls, he seemed far too confident and self-assured. So she squeezed.
He moved without a hint of warning. Both hands manacled around her wrists, and he hauled her up against him. Surprised, she tried to yank away. His strength made her slight struggle laughable. Yet neither of them broke a smile.
“Last chance,” he murmured, his gaze intense on her face. Too intense.
It was by far too late. “You talk too much, Kayrs.”
Slowly, pointedly, he tangled one hand at her nape, tethering her. The movement held the deliberateness of a predator playing with its prey. A quick jerk tilted back her head and made her lips ache for his.
Then he waited.
Her heart thundered in her ears. Manic butterflies winged through her stomach. Anticipation tapped imaginary fingers down her back.
The man didn’t move.
Apprehension replaced anticipation. She tried to shove him away.
They remained in place.
He easily, effortlessly, kept her immobile. His head lowered until his breath heated her ear. “Am I making myself clear?”
She shivered and stifled a groan. “Like I said, you talk too much.” Her voice came out husky.
Dangerous teeth enclosed her earlobe.
Her knees went weak while her panties soaked.
He sucked, releasing her earlobe to run his mouth along her exposed jugular, those deadly fangs a mere hint against her skin. “I’ve wanted you to wear my mark since the first time I saw you in that bar.” The dark timbre of his voice vibrated against her neck and shot spirals of desire straight to her sex.
Was it possible to orgasm just from a voice?
Her blood pumped in rhythm with his breathing, with the heavy metal music winding around them. “Kane.”
“You were so sexy, winding through tables, your hair wild and that low-cut blouse showing perfect breasts.” He ran his lips up the other side of her neck, taking time to nip her other earlobe into a throbbing bit of need. “I couldn’t decide whether to grab you right there, or cover you up so nobody could see you but me.”
Her mouth opened, but no sound emerged.
He lifted his head, his features unyielding. “I don’t share, Amber.”
She took the statement for the warning it was. “Neither do I.”
A low growl, much more animal than man, rumbled up from his chest.
She started, reminded once again that the man wasn’t human. “Ah, Kane—”
“Too late. I gave you the chance to run. Now you’re mine.”
His lips took hers. Hard, relentless, determined. He dove deep, taking, whatever beast slumbering inside him suddenly unleashed.
She could taste the difference.
His tongue swept in a claiming. Nipping her bottom lip, he lifted his head to study her.
Her lips tingled. In fact, her entire body throbbed. “I’m not running.” Even if her brain insisted she escape, her body wasn’t going anywhere. Need had her trembling in his arms, fighting the very real urge to rip off his clothes. Shifting her shoulders enough to get her hands between them, she tugged on his zipper.
He kicked out of his pants, unsnapping her jeans. “These are in the way.”
She paused, blinking, shoving them and her socks to the floor.
His gaze swept her from head to toe, and an appreciative smile curved his lips. “Now the panties.”
The vampire sure liked to give orders. With a challenge in her smile, she slid both thumbs into the straps and scooted the skimpy material down her legs, shimmying her hips as they went, making sure to take her time.
His low growl made her smile widen. Oh yeah. He may be issuing orders, but they’d see just who kept in control. She had him, and she knew it.
She nodded at his shirt. “Now you.”
A wicked smile curved his lips as he yanked off his shirt. Both hands went to her waist, and he lifted her against him. “Wrap your legs around me.”
Instinct already had her doing so before he spoke. Maybe she’d taken on too much with the pissed-off vampire. “Are you still angry?”
“No.” Tugging her head back, he nipped the underside of her jaw.
He turned so the fire warmed her bare backside. “I am going to mark you tonight, Amber,” he rumbled against her collarbone.
“I know,” she sighed, gyrating against him.
“Now is your chance to choose where.” His hand swept down her back, the raised marking feeling hotter than the fireplace, hinting at a danger she was about to meet. Then that heated flesh cupped her ass.
“Um, the small of my back,” she whispered. For years she’d meant to get a tattoo there anyway. The Kayrs marking would be perfect.
“Excellent,” he murmured, pressing his palm to the base of her tailbone.
She stilled. “Are you tattooing me now?”
“No.” His hand ventured lower to cup her other buttock. “I need to be inside you to mark you.”
The low words sent fire right to her core. “Then we should get to it.”
“You know me better than that.” His mouth dropped to flick a nipple.
Her breath caught. The man did like to take his time. “Do that again.”
“Gladly.” He flicked again and then engulfed her nipple in so much heat her eyes fluttered closed. Her hips gyrated against him of their own accord.
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