The Vampire With the Dragon Tattoo (Love at Stake) (21 page)

He steadied her. “ ’Tis common to feel a bit dizzy.” When he turned to unlock the door, she fell forward. “Och, I think we’re attached.”

“We’re fused together?” she squealed. “Oh my God! I was afraid—”

“Relax! ’Tis only our sporrans.”

“Huh?” She stepped back and his sporran lifted, hooked onto hers. “How did this happen?”

“The chain on yers is caught on one of my tassels.” He tugged at the chain, but it was stuck. “Apparently, my muskrat is verra attracted to yer beaver.”

She snorted.

“Stay close to me.” He unlocked the door, and they sidestepped into the kitchen, waddling like penguins.

“It’s so dark in here.” She fumbled along the wall, hunting in vain for the light switch while he shut the door.

“I can see.” He dropped her tote bag on the floor, then tried to unhook her chain from his tassel. “Och, my right hand is too clumsy. I doona want to damage yer beaver.”

She scoffed. “Don’t worry. It’s fake beaver.”

“Then when can I see the real one?”

“Ha!” She shoved at his shoulder, and he pulled her tight against him.

Her bundle of clothes fell to the floor, and she splayed her hands against his chest. “This isn’t going to get us untangled.”

“I like it this way.” He nuzzled her neck as his hands slipped around her hips to her rump, then moved about.

“Are you looking for something?”

“I was wondering how authentic ye were. A real Scotsman would never wear drawers. Ah.” He traced the line of her underwear. “What a shame.”

“Well, I hate to disappoint.” She smoothed a hand up his neck to his face. “I can always take them off.”

His heart lurched. “Ye want to . . . ?” His eyes turned red, and she gasped.

“Are ye afraid?” he whispered, aware that his glowing red eyes might be all that she could see in the dark.

She skimmed her fingers over his cheek to his lips. “I’m falling for you.”

His heart swelled. “Leah.” Pulling her close, he kissed her thoroughly, hungrily. Her beret tumbled to the floor when he dug his hands into her hair. Her scent of jasmine filled his senses as he deepened the kiss.

He explored her mouth while his hands roamed her body. Her rounded hips, her narrow waist, her sweet breasts. She moaned, arching her back as he caressed a breast. It was plump enough to fill his left hand and sexy enough to make him hard. He tweaked the nipple, and she responded with a small gasp.

“Lass.” He unhooked her sporran at the small of her back, then unhooked his own and tossed the two onto the floor. This time when he pulled her close he was rewarded with a bigger gasp. His erection pressed against her.

She tugged at his shoulders, pulling him down for another kiss. Her tongue danced with his, her moans mixed with his. He gathered up her kilt till he could slide his hands underneath. Her soft, silky skin was heaven, the curve of her rump paradise.

He slipped his hands beneath her tiny silk panties, grasping her bare bottom and pulling her hard against him. His erection strained. All he had to do was lift his kilt and—the light came on beneath the swinging door.

Footsteps sounded in the foyer as they came toward the kitchen.

“We’re no’ alone,” he whispered, hitting the light switch.

Leah blinked at the sudden light. “What?”

She looked beautifully disheveled, her lips plump and red from kissing.

“Who’s there?” Angus called from the foyer.

Dougal winced. He should have remembered that Angus and Emma would be staying at the townhouse. He tugged the hem of Leah’s kilt into place, then grabbed the beret off the floor and plopped it onto her head.

The door swung open, and Angus peered inside. “Och, ye’re back.” He stepped inside.

“Aye, just now,” Dougal replied.

Angus’s gaze swept over them, then drifted to their sporrans on the floor.

“Who is it?” Emma asked as she peered through the door. Her eyes widened. “Oh, I like your kilt, Leah.”

“Thanks.” Leah leaned over to grab her bundle off the floor. The shawl’s knot came loose, and all her dirty clothes tumbled onto the floor.

“Let me help.” Dougal reached over to grab an item, then realized it was a pair of red underwear.

Leah snatched it from his hand, and he straightened to find Angus and Emma watching with amused expressions.

He cleared his throat. “I interviewed Marielle about the demon, Darafer.”

Angus nodded. “I’ll hear what ye have to say in a moment. We’ve been working with Laszlo, setting up a temporary lab in the basement. Everyone will be staying here until we’re ready to move to the new base in Japan.”

“How many guards do we have here?” Dougal asked.

“Emma and myself. Robby, J.L., and Ian will remain here until we move. And Howard, Phil, and Rajiv will guard during the day. We have an alarm system here as good as the one at Romatech, so if anyone invades the property, we’ll know instantly.”

Dougal took a deep breath. If Master Han or his vampire lords tried to invade the townhouse, they could do it only at night. The bad vampires spent their day in death-sleep, the same as the Vamps.

But Darafer wasn’t limited by the sun. Would Howard, Phil, and Rajiv be able to stop him if he invaded during the day? That would be an interesting fight, Dougal thought. He’d like to see the demon handle a three-pronged attack from a were-bear, werewolf, and were-tiger. But not if it meant Leah was in danger.

Chapter Twenty

T
he next week was frustrating for Dougal. With so many people living at the townhouse, he could hardly find any time alone with Leah. She was working hard with Roman and Laszlo, mass-producing serums to repair the genetic damage wrought by Darafer.

After a few nights, Gregori and Abby returned. They were also staying at the townhouse, and Abby was busy making her drug that would put the captured soldiers into stasis.

The shifters, Howard, Phil, and Rajiv, were all rooming on the same floor as Leah, and they set up a security office nearby with monitors connected to all the security cameras. Dougal was still doing his death-sleep in the basement, but now he shared the room with J.L., Ian, Robby, and Laszlo. The married couples, Angus and Emma and Abby and Gregori, took rooms on the third floor. Each night, shortly before dawn, Roman teleported back to his home near Dragon Nest so he could be with his family.

Dinner was about the only time Dougal managed to be alone with Leah. He teleported to the cafeteria at Romatech to pick up the meal of her choice, then he had a bottle of blood with her while she ate in the kitchen. But they were never really alone, not with so many people nearby.

“Angus has asked me to teach you, Abby, and Laszlo some self-defense before we leave on the mission,” he told her as she finished a piece of apple pie.

“Why? Won’t we be safe with you guys guarding us?”

“ ’Tis a precautionary measure. The first session begins in an hour. In the basement at Romatech.”

Her eyes widened. “I thought it wasn’t safe there.”

“Freemont and Austin are still working there as guards, and they say it’s been quiet. We’ll teleport in just for the practice sessions. We need to use the gym and shooting range there.”

“Shooting range?”

“Aye. If one of the bad guys shows up, we’ll use him for target practice.”

She made a face. “I have to learn how to shoot?”

“Aye. And wield a knife.”

“I don’t like violence.”

“Ye’ll be glad to know how to defend yerself when yer life is in danger.”

She took her dirty dishes to the kitchen sink. “I don’t believe in killing. I’m a doctor. I’m supposed to save lives, not end them. That’s why I’m doing all this, so I can save those mutated soldiers, and you won’t have to kill them.”

“Leah, if ye’re under attack, I expect you to defend yerself.”

“I thought you were supposed to protect me.”

“I will! But are ye saying ’tis all right for me to kill, and no’ you? Do ye think I enjoy it?”

She winced. “I didn’t mean to sound hypocritical. I-I’m just not sure I can do it.”

“Ye’re verra brave. Ye can do it.”

With a groan, she rinsed off her plates, then stacked them in the dishwasher.

“ ’Twill be November by the time we go to Japan,” Dougal continued. “I doona know how well insulated this old school building will be. Ye may need to go shopping for some winter clothes.”

She gave him an amused look as she dried her hands on a dishtowel. “First you’re worried about my safety. Now you’re worried about me getting cold?”

“Aye. I spend a lot of time thinking about you.”

She returned to the table and sat next to him. “I actually have some winter clothes back at my apartment in Houston. They’re left over from my years of college and med school in Boston.”

“I could teleport you to yer apartment.”
And we could be alone.

She nodded. “That would be good. I need more clothes.” She smiled ruefully. “I’ve been wearing the same three outfits forever. When I first came here, I thought it was just for a weekend.”

“And here we are two weeks later.”

She placed her hand on his shirt, covering his heart. “Sometimes, when I think about it, I’m shocked that I could fall for you so fast. But then, other times, when it feels so right, I feel like I’ve been waiting for you forever.” She gave him a bemused look. “Does that seem strange?”

“Nay.” He rested his hand on top of hers. “We’ve waited almost three hundred years.”

She gave him a playful shove. “Maybe I knew you in another life.”

His chest expanded with a sudden gasp for air.

She rose to her feet. “I’d better get back to work. I need to finish something before you drag me off to the firing range.”

As she strode from the kitchen, he sat still, his heart pounding. Was she remembering Li Lei? He wasn’t sure he wanted her to. Then she might remember how badly he’d failed her.

“H
ow did I do?” Leah asked an hour later in the basement shooting range at Romatech. She studied the paper man across the room but couldn’t see any holes in him.

Dougal moved one of her ear muffs aside and leaned close so she could hear him. “Ye hit the ceiling. I think ye’d do better if ye dinna squeeze yer eyes shut.”

She gave him an annoyed look. “I can’t help it. These things scare me.” She flinched when Laszlo’s gun shot off in the cubicle to their left. He hit his paper man in the chest.

Freemont, who was tutoring Laszlo, punched the air with his fist.

In the cubicle to the right of them, Abby was practicing with Gregori. She was managing to hit her target, too.

Leah frowned. “I’m not any good at this.”

Dougal leaned close to her ear. “Ye will be if ye practice every night.”

“How can I possibly shoot a vampire or demon when they can vanish at will?”

“ ’Tis possible to shoot a vampire if ye catch him by surprise. And the silver bullets will hurt like hell. I’m no’ sure about demons, but this will definitely help you defend yerself against Master Han’s soldiers.”

“But—”

“No buts.” He moved behind her and lifted her arms, covering her hands with his. “Widen yer stance.”

She did, painfully aware that his groin was pressed against her rump. He’d surprised her when it had been time to teleport to Romatech. His kilt and old-fashioned shirt had been replaced by a tight black T-shirt and black pants with a dagger strapped to his leg. He looked modern, dangerous, and sexy as hell. She was sorely tempted to wiggle her hips against him.

“Again.” He moved her ear muff back into place, then grasped her wrists to keep her steady.

This time she hit the paper, wincing at the hole ripped through the abdominal area. A patient would need surgery to survive that, and he’d probably lose part of his intestines.

With the next shot, she obliterated his right lung. But when Dougal stopped helping her, she missed the paper again. Disgusted, she set the pistol down.

“We’ll do some more tomorrow.” Dougal escorted her from the room, leaving the ear muffs in the entryway shelving unit.

Abby, Gregori, Freemont, and Laszlo followed them to the gym, complete with punching bags, dummies, a table filled with knives, and thick pads on the floor.

With everyone lined up behind him, Dougal drew the dagger from the sheath strapped to his leg and threw it at the dummy across the room. The knife whirled through the air, then stuck into the dummy’s chest with a loud
thunk
.

Leah winced.

Dougal turned to face them. “Ye may be wondering why ye need to know how to shoot or throw a knife, but I canna stress enough the importance of killing or wounding the enemy before he can get close to you. Ye doona want to fight any of Master Han’s soldiers, no’ when they’re superstrong. And it is imperative no’ to let Master Han or one of the vampire lords get near you. If they grab you and teleport away with you, we would have a verra hard time ever finding you.”

“I have a tracking device in my arm.” Laszlo glanced at the two mortal women. “Perhaps we should do the same for the ladies?”

“It might be a good idea.” Gregori wrapped an arm around Abby’s shoulders. “If you’re okay with it.”

“But Leah and I should be safe in Japan,” Abby said.

“Not entirely,” Gregori grumbled. “That’s why I’m going with you and sticking by your side like glue.”

“Doona forget that Darafer came here,” Dougal said. “Either he or Master Han could teleport to Japan to grab you. That’s why we’re teaching you self-defense.”

Leah glanced at the dummy with a knife imbedded in his chest. Could she kill if she had to? She wasn’t sure, so it might be best to have a chip in her arm. Just to be safe. “I’ll take a tracking device. Until the mission is over.”

Dougal nodded, looking relieved.

“All right,” Abby agreed. “I’ll do it, too.”

T
hree nights later, Leah stood outside the security office at the townhouse. She’d arranged for Dougal to teleport her to her apartment at midnight. She hesitated before knocking, trying to remember how messy the place had been when she’d left over two weeks ago. Would Dougal be offended by a few dirty dishes lying about? She’d been in such a hurry to get to the airport. Never in a million years would she have believed that she would be teleporting back with a vampire boyfriend.