Hunting Ground (Alpha & Omega #2)(64)

"She's broken her word," Anna said.

"We can't prove it," Bran answered.

"What happens when a fae breaks her word?" Charles asked his father. "All I've ever heard is that they don't."

"I haven't the faintest idea," said his father. "I'm not fae-and we have nothing on the fae for keeping secrets. I've never known a fae to break his or her word-bend it, twist it into a pretzel, yes. Break it, no. I would have expected lightning to strike her down from on high. Since that hasn't happened, your guess is the same as mine." He paused. "Be careful. And you might consider wearing your crucifix and finding something that would work for Anna. It's not foolproof, but it is helpful when you're dealing with vampires."

And he rang off.

"You know," Anna said thoughtfully, "I'm kind of disappointed. I thought he knew everything."

"Not everything," admitted Charles. "He's just very good at giving that impression."

"And ad-libbing," said Angus. "Though I've never really caught him at it." He paused. "You know, I'm thinking that he might be that lightning bolt. Hope I'm there to see it."

Charles yawned. "So, tomorrow is one more meeting. I'll pull out some of the more creative things Da kept for last, then... perhaps an early end to the negotiations, which are useless now."

"Sunny's death," Anna said. "It seems wrong to let her death be... useful to us, but Sunny's death would be a good reason to close the meetings early."

Angus nodded. "No one will be fooled-they know what Chastel has done-but it will allow us to save face."

ANNA burrowed under him and grumbled when Charles laughed as cold toes made it to places cold toes should never hit an adult male. He rolled over on top of her, and she sighed happily, her eyes slitting open and glittering blue in the darkness of the hotel room.

"Well, hello," he murmured to Anna's wolf. "Werewolves," he informed her solemnly, "are warm-blooded. Very warm-blooded. We don't get cold and stick frigid toes and fingers into places cold things shouldn't go."

She blinked at him a couple of times. "Warm," she said, her voice husky.

"Yes," he answered. "But you could have pulled up the blanket before you got that cold."

She arched up off the mattress and kissed him hard, gripping his jaw in her hands.

While he kissed her, he rolled over until she was on top. Anna's wolf sometimes did things that Anna wasn't comfortable with. He'd learned to make accommodations for that-and one of those things was to make sure that unless Anna was in charge, she got the top. If she woke up underneath him, she had a tendency to panic.

He couldn't communicate with Anna's wolf the way he-and Anna-could talk to Brother Wolf. She tended to come out when Anna was asleep and usually spoke in one-word sentences.

She nipped his ear, tugging on the amber earrings she'd gotten for him.

"Gently," he told her. "I like those earrings."

He ran his hands up the small of her back, and she arched into him with a happy sound. He let her play as she would for a while before catching her hands.

"Hey, lady wolf," he said breathlessly. "We need to wake up your other half before we take this any farther." He didn't actually know how much Anna knew about what her wolf did at times like this-whether she was along for the ride or still asleep. But it didn't seem right to do anything serious unless he was certain Anna knew what her wolf had been up to.

She stared at him, and he watched the change happen, just in her eyes. Blindingly blue eyes warmed to root-beer brown in a few heartbeats. She didn't seem surprised to find herself braced on top of him, just smiled and flexed her hands on his shoulders.

"All right?" he asked.

In answer, she wriggled her hips and pushed herself down. He groaned at the unexpectedly aggressive move. Anna's wolf did things like that-Anna was usually more temperate. She set a hard and rapid pace, and he let her do as she would.

"I'll just lie back and think of England," he huffed to make her laugh.

It backfired on him because she rose up-and then stopped, holding his hips down by tucking her feet over his thighs. "If you are thinking of England," she said, "I must not be doing this right."

And she did a few things that turned his brain right off.

Afterward, she lay across him like a sweet-smelling blanket-only blankets didn't usually drop kisses down the side of his neck.

He said, "Do you remember when I told you that you were my mate-and you responded by telling me you didn't like sex?"

She giggled at his smug tone. "I thought it only fair to warn you."

"Rabbits like sex," he said blandly.

She sat up and nipped his nose. "I'll rabbit you. I know where your ticklish spots are."

Someone knocked on the door, a quick, urgent sound. "It's Angus. Let me in."

Anna squeaked and dove out of the bed, putting on last night's clothes. Charles pulled on his jeans and strode to the door. It was a little after 2:00 A.M.-something urgent must have come up. Especially since Angus hadn't called.

As soon as Anna was decently covered, Charles pulled open the door and invited Angus in. The other wolf hesitated on the threshold but made no other comment on what Charles and Anna had been up to-though even a human nose would probably have picked it up.