Accidentally Wolf (48 page)

“I was a knight in the crusades when I was turned in to a vampire. I
’
m over eight hundred years old,” he answered with an evil smile, flashing fang. “I
’
ve trained legions of warriors and soldiers over the years.”

Now
that
gave me an idea. “So now you work security for Vlad?”

“Every
one of us who pledge allegiance to Vlad work for him in some capacity,” he answered, his eyes all fire. Noah didn
’
t like that I just basically called him a security guard. “I train our security forces. We are known throughout the world as the undefeatable coven because of it. No one would try to take over Chicago with the small army I have built for Vlad.”

“What else do you do with your wicked warrior skills?” I asked, not sounding as interested as I was. I grabbed two bottles of water out of the fridge, tossing one to Davis.

“I have consulted with the human military on their special forces training. And I worked part time running one of the best bodyguard training programs in the country.” I could hear the pride in his voice. But he should be. It was an impressive resume.

“Good to know.” I gave him a winning smile. I glanced over at my team. “I
’
m the only one in our office who had training at Quantico, right?”

“Yeah, as far as I know,” Harris replied as the rest nodded.

“Fine, Noah. You want a fight, here are my terms,” I practically purred as I hopped up to sit on the counter. “I will give you a full fight, first blood drawn wins, but no fangs, claws, or shifting.”

“Deal,” he agreed immediately.

“Do you have access to a gym? You said you hold training?” And then I mentally asked my siren,
would he work for our first moon mate?

Oh yes. Noah is quite pleasing and would be perfect.
I kinda figured that would be her answer since she
’
d already shown interest in him. And I had asked Riley what a moon mate was. Basically it was a full moon fling where you chose a partner, or maybe more, and you went at it during the horniness that arose in shifters during the lunar cycle. It wasn
’
t like saying you were dating, or real mates, just that both were spoken for during
that
full moon.

“I do,” he answered slowly, eyeing me over as if realizing I was up to something.

“Fine, I
’
ll give you an Expo fight. You can invite all your buddies and brag about how you
’
re going to beat a Chief of the FBI. I in turn will be bringing all my agents with me to learn a thing or two about hand to hand combat. Because if I do this, you will agree to train my people since they never had any. Quantico doesn
’
t let in paranormals because we have an unfair advantage. But to get them field qualified as I am, they have to go through some training.”

“That doesn
’
t seem like a fair trade for one fight.” I could tell he was thinking about it though.

“You would get paid and be able to list it on your resume,” I added with a smirk. “Yeah, it
’
s worth it. I
’
m not asking you to do it for free. It
’
s a real job. You want a fight, and I need a qualified combat trainer. But I
’
m also willing to have a side bet.”

“Really?” he asked, his eyes widening. Oh yeah, I had him hooked now.

“My siren and I struck a deal. She doesn
’
t make any more minions and stays out of my way when I
’
m working. And in return, she gets to call the shots in my room several times a week and gets to pick who she wants as my moon mate each month. You win, and I
’
ll be your moon mate.”

“You understand what that means.” His voice was husky, stating it though it was more of a question.

“I do,” I replied, purring a little as I
accidently
spilled a little of my water on my chest as I took a sip. “Three days of hot sex, all you can handle, when I
’
m not working.”

“The full moon is on a Monday next month. That gives me a whole weekend with you and Monday and Tuesday after work.” I saw lust glaze over his eyes as he got hard in his jeans.

“Yup.”

“And if you win?” Part of me wanted to laugh. He was moving closer to me, and I bet he didn
’
t even realize he was doing it.

“Let
’
s say any follow-up training I might need you to handle later you
’
ll make sure you
’
re available for. But I
’
ll still make sure you get paid.”

“Done.”

“Good deal.” I smiled, glad I was killing several birds with one stone. Awesome. I held out my hand to shake on the deal. He pushed it away and in a flash moved himself between my legs and mashed his mouth down
on
mine. I could have pushed him away, but I didn
’
t. Instead I gave my siren permission to give him a little taste to make sure he wouldn
’
t back out on the deal later.

Noah moaned as my power flared. He ravaged my mouth, grinding his body against mine. I gave as good as I got, letting it go on until I could tell he was close. Then I broke the kiss. Yes, partially to be a bitch but mostly because we had a large audience.

“I will win, Sera,” he panted, staring in to my eyes. “And you will be mine for the full moon.”

“Maybe.” I chuckled, trying to hide how much the kiss affected me as well. “We shall see.”

“Oh yes we will, my little siren.”

This should be interesting.

Chapter 19

The next day Tristan and I had our date. We went to Lincoln Park Zoo and I quickly learned not to get too close to any animals because some didn
’
t react well to my wolf. And by not getting too close, I mean not going up to the fences that enclosed their habitat. That seemed to be their line of warning that a predator was encroaching on their turf. I
’
m sure they were used to all types of animal smells being in the zoo with them, but, when one came too close, they
totally
wigged out.

At first I
’
d been stunned when we approached the tigers and they all were roaring in my direction instead of basking in the sun relaxing. I had thought it was a coincidence until Tristan whispered in my ear and we took several steps back. Again I wonder if someone had slipped me some acid or
‘
shrooms. It was just too trippy to see all the tigers flip out because of
me
!

We spent the late morning and early afternoon there, just hanging out and enjoying each other
’
s company. I found out that Tristan loved to watch all the tropical fish swim around in the aquatic habitat, and he also got really excited about getting to see the monkeys. It gave me a few evil ideas about how to decorate his room with gag gifts.

Personally, it had been a long time since I
’
d had so much plain, simple, light-hearted fun. We were just driving to the place I had picked for dinner when my phone rang.

“You have to go?” Tristan asked quietly as I pulled out my cell.

“Probably, it
’
s Harris.” I pressed the button to accept the call on my smart phone. “What
’
s up?”

“We
’
ve got another murder, Chief.” While that was never good news, Harris didn
’
t sound like himself.

“Okay, but what else is going on? Why do you sound like someone kicked your puppy?”

“The religious nut, who was the target instead of our first vic, the college kid, was murdered.”

“We had a security detail—”

“They
’
re gone, too,” he whispered, interrupting me. “The regular FBI is trying to step in and take the case because they say we
’
re fuck ups and got their agents killed.”

“Fuck a duck,” I growled, pissed that they seemed to have wiped the confidence I
’
d been giving Harris that he was a good agent away in one thoughtless accusation. That and I didn
’
t want this to get out of hand with the local FBI. “I
’
ll be right there. I
’
m with Tristan and we
’
re in my car.”

“I
’
ll warn them we
’
re going to have a civie at the scene. The rest of the team got called in so we could all get our asses handed to us for fucking up.”

“Who told you that?” I had a very bad feeling about this.

“Chief Havers.” Fuck! I hated when I was right sometimes. “Call Chief Monroe, he outranks Havers and we might need him. Tell him I request his help and I
’
ll be right there, Harris. Havers starts yelling, you guys don
’
t fight back, just walk away and tell him you
’
re waiting for your ranking officer.”

“Got it, Chief,” he said as he hung up. He sounded a little bit more like himself by the time we hung up. But I knew how vicious Brian Havers could be when he was tearing into someone. This was going to be bad.

I tossed my phone to Tristan, not even bothering to hang it up, before gripping the wheel and making a spectacularly illegal move so we were heading in the right direction. One of the perks of being a
n
active member of the FBI was getting the nifty upgrade on our cars. Namely the police light I could put on the dash along with my Fed license plate so no one would pull me over.

“Can you tell me what
’
s going on?” Tristan sounded worried as I drove like a bat out of hell.

“Not much but that I
’
ve got to get to a crime scene fast before my old boss tears into my new team. I have a feeling there
’
s a reason they were called in and I wasn
’
t. Harris normally calls me because he
’
s set to get the calls from dispatch if we
’
re needed. But he said Havers called my whole team. Why didn
’
t he call me? That breaks protocol and two agents were killed, too, so this is going to be all types of fireworks and shouting.”

“Do you want me to just drop you off and you can get a ride home from Harris?” I heard the concern in his voice. He was worried that he was going to start more trouble by being there.

“I
’
d actually prefer you be around,” I answered honestly. “Last time all my buttons were pushed at work I set my whole office into chaos. It might be good if someone was there that I not only trust but I know could get through to me in case I want to do something stupid.” I glanced at him and saw he was beaming at my roundabout compliment.

We were quiet the rest of the drive, and, when I pulled up to the crime scene, I wanted to just go home. There were people
everywhere
and soon the media would show up. And they all looked really, really pissed. I threw the car in park, pulled my out keys, and tugged my badge holder over my head so it was in plain sight.

I jogged toward them, nodding to the officer who lifted the tape for me. The locals weren
’
t getting involved in the pandemonium. Probably a smart move on their part.

“I
’
m telling you to go home, Agent Harris,” Chief Brian Havers seethed as he shot daggers at my team.

“And I told them to stay and wait for me,” I said loudly as I joined the group.

He turned to face me. “There was a reason you weren
’
t called in, Sera.” Oh so he was going to play it like we weren
’
t of the same rank? Fine by me.

“And yet, I should have been,
Brian
.” I gave him my most winning smile, knowing it would piss him off.

“That
’
s Chief—” he shouted.

“Cut the shit. You know I was promoted to Division Chief, same as you,” I countered, wanting to get that out of the way.

“Probably from sleeping with your new boss like you did your last one,” Agent Frank mumbled. In a flash Harris went to grab him and I smoothly moved in his way in time, acting as though my team member wasn
’
t going to try and throttle Frank.

“I got this, Harris,” I said calmly to him before turning to Havers. “Control your team, Brian. I won
’
t tolerate insubordination at my crime scene.”