The Purest of the Breed (The Community) (23 page)

She rolled over and—“Dear God,” she gasped. “What is that?” A large section of the ceiling directly above them looked almost like glass, and, more spectacularly, seemed to be roiling like an indigo-colored super-sized lava lamp.

“That,” Dev said, “is a sheet of volcanic rock, and what you’re seeing is the sun shining through the ocean topside.”

She followed the slow, hypnotic movements with her eyes, mesmerized by the shifting, churning clouds of blue…azure, cobalt, navy, cerulean. “This must be what dropping acid feels like.”

Dev snorted. “This is supposed to be romantic. Don’t go getting all loopy on me now.”

“No,” she said dreamily. Well…maybe.

“Hey, I’ll have you know that an entire picnic is in that backpack, wine and gourmet treats guaranteed to satisfy a chef. I even special-ordered some French paté.”

“Goodness.” She smiled as the ceiling changed into a couple of whale-blobs swimming around each other. “When you redeem a rain check for a make-out session, you don’t kid around. I’m feeling thoroughly seduced.”

He rolled onto his side and propped his head on his hand.

She felt him watching her.

“I left out a little something in our genetics discussion earlier,” he said.

She turned her head to meet his gaze.

“I have my own genetic…issue.” Without a single discernible muscle moving in his face, his expression somehow turned serious. “I’m allergic to vitamin D. I can’t go out in the sun.”

She drew her brows together. “Oh, Dev, I’m so sorry.” That was a big one.

“It’s okay, I’m cool with it now, but…” He inhaled a measured breath. “I know what it’s like to feel like the town circus act. I guess not so much down here in this cave town, where I don’t have to alter my lifestyle much, and I’m surrounded by awesome people, but…it hovers, you know.”

She nodded, this peek of vulnerability in him burrowing into her heart. “I do know,” she said quietly.

“I’ve had my share of dates run from me, too.” He glanced sideways, as if he had something else to confess, but nothing more came out of his mouth.

“Well, I’m not one of those women.”

His head came back around and he eye-locked her, his look intense, as if probing out the truth of that.

She returned one of his trademark winks to him.

His face cleared. “But I can guarantee the rest of me”—he gave his thick chest a caveman
thump
with his fist—“is genetically solid.”

“Oh, I can definitely see that.”

Smiling, he brushed his fingers along her cheek, then traced the curve of her ear. “What happened when you were fourteen to make you more brave?”

She’d just begun to melt beneath his touch when his question side-swiped her. The muscles in her stomach jerked. “Oh…”

His brows inched up. “Hey, sorry. I didn’t think I was opening a can of worms.” He straightened and dug into the backpack, pulling out a bottle of white wine and a corkscrew. “You don’t have to talk about it, if you don’t want to.”

“I…” She sat up. “It has to do with my sister, so…it’s a painful memory.”

She watched the muscles in Dev’s forearm ripple as he cranked the corkscrew in. He yanked the cork out with a resounding
pop
, doing everything mutely, probably waiting for her to find her way.

She swiped her bangs back, but her hair just fluttered right back onto her forehead. “When my sister Natalie was about ten years old, she started hating me. I have no idea why. Still don’t.” Marissa searched the backpack, extracting the first things she found: Brie and a baguette. “When we were young, Natalie had a knack for finding ways to undermine me at home, getting me in trouble and creating more work for me. That wasn’t enough, apparently; when I was a freshman in high school, she upped her boldness in the nasty-department. She found out that a couple of boys in my class had a thing for me, and…” Marissa slowly unwrapped the Brie.

Dev sat with the wine bottle propped on his thigh, just listening.

“Natalie arranged an ambush. She and the two boys jumped me on a deserted stretch of road on the way home from school, and stripped me down to my underwear, laughing the whole time.”

Dev’s fingers flexed white around the wine bottle, the mischievous sparkle in his eyes sharpening to a dangerous glitter.

Marissa set the Brie on a plate. She couldn’t tell him the next part, how Natalie had snarled, “now fuck her,” to the two boys, who, thank God, had run away in a panic. “The boys left, and Natalie stole my clothes.”

Dev’s voice deepened. “How did you get home?”

“Sneaked through a couple of back yards.” She ripped the baguette in two and set in on the plate next to the Brie. “You’ll probably think this is strange, but I was more worried that people would see my ugly, lumpy spine, rather than my panties and bra.”

“Hell, I bet it’s not that bad.” Dev set aside the wine bottle, and before she knew what was happening, he had her turned over onto her stomach.

“Dev!” she gasped as he pushed up her shirt in back. “What are you doing?!”

She stopped breathing as his fingertips traced the length of her scar, a light caress that sent tingles along the entire path of her spine. “Knew it,” he murmured. He bent his head to her back and kissed the uneven spot of her vertebrae, his lips soft and his goatee a velvet rasp. “Not ugly at all.”

She exhaled a
whoosh
of air. “Oh, God.” She slapped a hand over her eyes, suddenly teary.

He hesitated. “What’s that about?” he asked quietly.

“J-just memories.”
And no one has ever touched me like that before
. She dropped her hand and looked at him. “Don’t worry,” she whispered. “That felt good.”

His eyes danced. “More later, then.” He carefully pulled her shirt down and rested his palm on her lower back. “So that’s what changed you? You didn’t want to be overpowered again, right?”

“That’s exactly why.” She turned onto her side, and Dev’s hand slid into the indent of her waist. “I’d always hated feeling weak, but after that, it became intolerable.” She gave him a watery smile. “I suppose I should thank Natalie for that, but she and I…”

“Yeah, I can somewhat feel you on that one, too.” He swept his thumb over her hipbone. “My mother took parenting lessons from that
Mommie Dearest
book about Joan Crawford.”

Frowning, Marissa pushed to a sitting position. “She was abusive to you?”

“Not physically, just…she acts like she hates me, too.” He sat up. “Deal was that she hated my dad, and since my dad loved me, I got the runoff of her shit by proxy.”

Marissa shook her head. “Your own mother.”
Unbelievable
. “I’m sorry.”

He shrugged. “I’m still in touch with my mom, actually. I go to dinner at her house every Sunday. Well, not so much, lately.” He produced a couple of goblets out of the backpack and poured wine into each. “Most times I want to stab myself in the face while I’m there.”

She accepted the goblet he offered her. “She’s mean to you?”

“I’m mostly bored out of my skull while she rattles on about her bridge club or tries to make me into a better man.” He snorted. “
That
can sometimes get nasty.”

“She’s trying to drum your father out of you, huh?”

He exhaled a laugh. “That’s it.”

“Well, I say the heck with your mother and my sister.” She held up her wine glass to him. “Let’s drink to us.”

One side of his mouth climbed. “I’m all over that.”

She clinked his glass, then sipped, watching his muscular throat move as he took a couple of good swallows. She sighed quietly. Day one,
hello, I’m Dev Nichita, here to rescue you
, was all it’d taken for her to fall head-over-lust with this man. Her attraction had deepened when she discovered he was a fellow wine enthusiast, and now…
this
. Finding out that they shared so much, had so many similar experiences, made her feel…completely comfortable with a man for the first time in her life. With Dev, she
fit
, and that was…
wow
. Incredible. Special. A reason to fall in love with him, if there ever was one.

She hadn’t planned on that. She wouldn’t foolishly rush in, but, funny thing, she didn’t feel freaked out about it, either. How great was that? She’d climbed a rock wall today and might very well be falling in love, and she wasn’t afraid. Maybe not being scared was becoming her thing. She smiled as she took another sip, then in a sudden move, she swept Dev’s wine glass out of his hand and set both their goblets aside. With two palms on his chest, she pushed him down onto their picnic blanket and straddled him.

“Whoa, did I do something?” His eyes glinted up at her, his hands settling lightly on her hips.

“Turnabout is fair play.” She undid the first few buttons on his shirt. “You kissed my owie. Now I get to kiss yours.” She peeled his shirt off his shoulder, leaned down, and pressed her lips to the bare skin beside his bandage.

A long breath eased out of him. “I’ll give you an hour to stop doing that.”

She smiled against his flesh. “An hour?! But we have paté.”

Chapter Twenty-three

Three months later: Community of Ţărână, mid-September, 5:31 p.m.

Alex smothered a low chuckle against his fist as the team of players exited the game zone. Heck, that warrior round had been the funniest yet. Well, not
openly
hilarious, but since Alex knew what to look for, he personally found it very entertaining to watch the men have to pull up from using their super strength and speed in the middle of competition.
Poor guys
. Had to suck for a man not to be at his most impressive when he wanted to impress women, and the viewing area was packed with pretty Dragon females, cheering them on.

Other than that, though, everyone was having a whale of a time.

Event planner Hadley Wickstrum had certainly gauged the needs of the community perfectly over the last three months with all of the competitive games she’d organized. She’d started out with a lot of silly sports stuff which they all could do: badminton, ping pong, “beach” volleyball in the sands of the Water Cliffs. Oh, no, wait…they’d had to cancel that because it would’ve been strange for the men not to take their shirts off, and the Mixed-blood Vârcolac couldn’t expose their dragon tattoos.

Next, Hadley had put on a carnival with the traditional fun involving water guns, dart boards, milk bottles, and the like, plus stuffed animal prizes. She’d also organized non-competitive activities, like wine and cheese tasting, karaoke night, a ’70s disco dance party. Then the excitement had spun back up when the community installed a gigantic field of padded Astro Turf in another area of the cave, opening the way for miniature golf, soccer, croquet, and
the best
, a football game with teams consisting of both the warriors and Luken’s big-boy construction workers. The game itself had been awesome, but the halftime show had been the real
fête champêtre
. Alex chuckled again. He shouldn’t laugh, though, because a part of it had been kind of awful.

The ten new Dragon females had been the cheerleaders for that event, all decked out in midriff letterman sweaters, mini-skirts, and pom-poms. When they’d skipped, cartwheeled, and bounced onto the field, then commenced their sexy high kicks and swishy hips, over-stimulated Vârcolac watching from the sidelines began dropping like grooms at the altar.

Alex wiped the smile from his face. Actually, it wasn’t funny. The condition of blue balls around this town had reached epidemic proportions, his own so blue by now they’d gone Smurf on him. Hell, it’d been months since he’d had sex, and he wouldn’t be getting busy any time soon, either. He couldn’t have sex until he bonded permanently with a Vârcolac female, and the only woman he was interested in these days was Luvera, who’d become an expert at avoiding him. He sighed. At least he could debug his own hard drive, so to speak, to relieve the pressure, whereas Vârcolac men were physically incapable of… He shifted his feet.

No wonder the men were snapping at each other over every little thing. After three months of nothing but platonic dating, stress was the buzz word for the couples: the male Vârcolac were on the verge of implosion and the human Dragon females were awhirl with confusion. As beautiful as they were, Alex couldn’t imagine even one of the Dragons dating a man for
three months
and not getting pounced upon. At this point, the gossip surrounding Ţărână’s anti-sex phenomenon was becoming less than flattering, which meant that an explanation about it needed to be forthcoming soon. This time, the Big Explanation that was The Truth.

“Hey, Alex, you haven’t had a turn, yet, have you?”

“Excuse me?”

Hadley was holding out a laser tag vest to him, the kind that blinked and made an annoying buzz sound whenever a player was “shot.”

“Um…” Alex shrugged. “I haven’t fit in with any of the pairings.”

In true Hadley-style, she’d made today’s game more interesting by requiring the players to work in pairs, tied together at the waist by a three-foot-long cord. The couples’ game had gone off first, and since he wasn’t in a couple… God, but it’d been funny to watch that fierce competition.

The Arc-Beth team had been one of the first to get “killed,” surprising, considering Arc was a fighter supreme. Arc had later redeemed himself by winning the warrior bout with his brother, Thomal. But Beth hadn’t been able to do much more than go Gerber baby face whenever a rival team had borne down on her. Arc had finally picked her up and bodily hauled her around the course, but that had saved them only minutes. Next, the non-warrior couples had been picked off like sick gazelles, leaving the field open for an intense battle for the top three positions.