Wicked Edge (Realm Enforcers, #2)(35)

His blood thrummed with the thrill of the chase. He’d forgotten. Actually forgotten the excitement of a challenge. It had been so long since he’d had one.

Felicity was one hell of a challenge.

He leaned over the bike and let the wind roll across his shoulders. Lights. Up ahead, he saw lights. So he kicked it into gear, fire all but burning through his skin.

Her scent. That hyacinth sweet scent wafted back, and his nostrils flared. Mine.

Forgetting his job, forgetting formality, even forgetting diplomacy, he chased her. She sat behind a large shifter, her arms around his back, her glorious hair streaming in the wind.

The sight of her with her arms around another male had fury careening through him until green sparks shot from his fingers.

She turned her head and caught sight of him. Her eyes widened and her lips pursed. Then, slowly, her mouth curved in a smile, and challenge filled her eyes.

Oh, baby. It was on . . . and it was the smile that drew him toward her. Aye. That damn smile.





Felicity held on tighter to Lucas Clarke, bear shifter, her heart leaping to life. Daire Dunne, on a Harley, chasing her down looked like every nice girl’s dream of a bad boy fantasy.

Yet the enforcer was all man, and he was pissed.

Green fire crackled across his hands, and even the air around him seemed charged.

Wind whipped across her face, yet she couldn’t look away. Determination stamped hard on his rugged face, anger tightening his lips into a line. Moonlight slanted down, glinting in his furious green eyes. Yet something else lived there.

The thrill.

The thrill of a chase, the excitement of a challenge.

Her breath panted out. When was the last time she’d felt so alive? Never.

Dark anticipation crossed Daire’s face as he drew near.

She shivered and pressed closer to Lucas, who was one of the top lieutenants in the shifter organization and currently under contract to work for her. “Go faster,” she yelled.

The shifter handed back a green gun. “Shoot.”

The weapon chilled her hand. Drugging the enforcer was one thing, actually shooting him another. Yet she swung around, tightening her thighs on the seat, to point the barrel at him in warning.

His foot lashed out, and he kicked the weapon from her hand. Holy hell. How had he moved so quickly?

The bear shifter swerved to the left, and Daire followed. Adam Dunne pulled up on the right, bracketing them. A second later, a shifter drove up beside Adam and punched him in the jaw.

The bike beneath Felicity swerved, and she cried out, holding tighter to the leather. Daire reached for her, his hand enclosing her nape. She yelped and kicked out, throwing up an arm to sever his hold just as the shifter driving her kicked Daire’s bike.

Daire swerved away, both hands slamming on his handlebars to control his bike.

Felicity bunched against the shifter. “Go, go, go,” she yelled. Daire had tried to grab her, and his hold hadn’t been gentle. Not even close. For the first time, she doubted her safety, no matter her allies. “Hurry up, Lucas.”

The shifter ducked his head and opened the throttle. Felicity jerked back and then dug her fingers into his leather cut, holding on, trying to see as the wind made her eyes tear. Pine trees spun by them, their scent competing with the misty air.

Daire reached them again, and this time, he struck out and nailed Lucas in the face. The shifter’s head jerked to the side, and he let off the throttle. Then Daire reached out and grabbed Felicity’s hair, twisting his wrist until he reached her nape. She punched him, yanking her head, pain scoring her scalp. Fury roared through her and she kicked out, nailing him in the thigh.

His hold tightened.

Lucas regained control and sped up, his muscles bunching.

“Wait,” Felicity cried out as her head was yanked back. Daire wasn’t letting go.

Lucas opened the throttle, while Daire slowed down. Time ended. Felicity flew off the bike, and only Daire’s impossibly quick reflexes kept her from spinning right into the night. He shifted his shoulders, tugged, released her hair, and she landed on the seat behind him. She hit hard enough her thighs bounced, bruises instantly forming.

Pure instinct had her hands clutching his T-shirt.

Son of a bitch. “You could’ve decapitated me,” she yelled into his ear.

His chuckle only fanned her fury hotter, and she punched him in the kidney. He didn’t even flinch. She swallowed, coughed back fear, and tried to concentrate. She didn’t have any leverage or power seated behind him on the bike, and if she forced them to crash, she’d get hurt, too. The ability to attack minds had never been more necessary, but she didn’t have any way to do it. Her inadequacies settled like hard lumps of coal in her stomach.

Lucas swerved his bike in front of them, turning to face them and driving straight at them.

Daire’s entire body tensed. Anticipation popped in the air around them.

Felicity shook her head. What were they going to do?

Lucas held out a hand, and Felicity instinctively put hers out. If she could grab him, she could jump to his bike. Daire neatly countered by hitting the brakes. The bike skidded and tipped up on the front wheel. She screamed, landing on his back and then slapping back down. Lucas barreled past them.

Daire chuckled and twisted the throttle again.

Felicity smashed into his back and held on, her mind reeling. The man was crazy and having too much fun. Over to the side, Adam and two bear shifters fought full on while steering their bikes. They were all insane.