The Way You Bite(41)

Right now, she preferred one super-sexy wolf’s moves to this.

Ambrose asked, “Did the wolves torch your car?”

“I’m not doing the treatment. If you want a baby, then let’s discuss doing it the old-fashioned way.”

“You are spectacular to always oppose Dominic like no other. There are pros and cons to the treatment, but we’ll discuss that later. Right now, I want to know where you’ve been and why your car was burned.” He tapped his lip. “Why didn’t you answer my calls?”

“I had a run-in with Hsu-Li when I was leaving the wedding. He knifed me. Then, I had an altercation with some wolves, and I lost my cell phone.”

Instantly, Ambrose was at her side. His face a filled with a concern that matched his silky tone. “Are you injured, darling?”

“I’m fine now. Needed to sleep a bit after Hsu-Li knifed me.”

“He stabbed you? Whyever would he do that?”

“Seems Dominic wanted me to stay the other evening and not go home. When I declined it got ugly.”

“I’ll make him pay appropriately for hurting what is no longer his to hurt. About the wolves…what do they want from you?” His tone was as smooth as an overmixed milkshake.

She forced a smile, which was easy after years of faking it for Dominic. “I still don’t know. I didn’t wait around to find out. I found an escape and took it.”

She tried to catch his thoughts, which were nothing but a jumble of hazy sexual images of...him and Lexan? He lusted after Lexan? She supposed it made sense. Who wouldn’t?

Ambrose put his arm around her and pulled her close. She fought her instinct to shrink away. He whispered, “Where’s Lexan?”

“I don’t know.”

“Did you see him again?”

She swallowed when his pupils dilated. That usually meant badness.

“Leave,” Ambrose ordered the other vamp.

The other vamp nodded and departed so silently that she was surprised between one blink and the next to find the guy missing.

“I think you did see him. Where are they?”

“I already said I don’t know.”

“Darling, I think you do know. I love a good game of getting information out you.” Ambrose licked her neck. She caught the heavy arousal in his mind, even if it wasn’t her image foremost in his brain. Her stomach cramped. She ordered her body, Don’t struggle. Must avoid that mind merge instant-replay thing.

Everything about him—his odor, his heat, and the thought of him touching her—made her stomach lurch.

Ambrose’s finger touched the neckline V of her scrubs. She found herself pinned to the kitchen countertop with the scrubs pulled tight against her neck to reveal her shoulder. Lexan’s mark was now front and center.

“What. The. Hell?” Ambrose snapped.

“My life got complicated last night. We should talk about this. I could really use some advice on how to get rid of that thing.”

“There’ll be no talking, and you better hope for your sake that if Lexan bit you, he forced you.” This is perfect.

Perfect for what?

Ambrose’s hands moved toward her forehead. She couldn’t allow him privy to anything that had gone on in the past twelve hours. She squirmed away from him, earning her a second slam against the counter.

Sirens screeched. Disoriented she tried to make sense of the noise, finally realizing it was the perimeter alarm.

With an ear-splitting shatter, two kitchen windows exploded inward. Cloudy gas filled the room. Her nostrils burned. She coughed to breathe.

Two small objects hit the floor and rolled. The air exploded in brilliant light and eardrum-popping bangs.

Ambrose fell to the floor, wailing.

A hulking dark-clad figure with a gas mask exploded through the back door into the kitchen, threw her over his shoulder and ran. Once her ear and eye numbness passed, the jarring of the guy’s running jolted her mind into gear. No denying the scent. He was wolf. Vaguely familiar wolf.

“Let go.” She pummeled his back, a ridiculously impotent move. She was done with being kidnapped.

Feeling around for something vulnerable on the guy, she found his tactical vest opened beneath his armpit. She counted to three in beat with his strides. On three, she swung her body. And struck, impaling her canines deep into his flesh.

One proud but stunned moment later, she realized she was rolling on the ground. Free. The wolf had a hand on his side, cursing, and then spoke rapidly in a foreign language while pressing his left ear. Perhaps, he had a communication device in his ear.

She ran. Her mind swept the area, catching thoughts. There were a lot of pissed vamps and a couple of werewolves, with everyone focused on her.

Her only light was the moon. Her body responded to the luminous fullness of the glowing object on an elemental level. She felt muscles stretching. Her left hand burned.

Her hand was covered in fur. It was a paw. She fell to her knees, screaming.





Chapter Sixteen


“Turn off the sirens.” Lexan overheard Ambrose’s order from just outside the kitchen, next to the window TC had broken.

Seconds later, the screeching stopped.

Lexan should leave, but he needed to know Ambrose’s next step. The vamp was up to something.

Ambrose yelled, “Was it wolves?”