The Bite Before Christmas (18 page)

Eighteen

B
alchezek said he needed to fact-check a few things and he'd return later, so it was only Ian and I who descended back into the underground garage.

“Tell me you did
not
barter your soul, Kitten,” were Bones's first words when we came into sight.

Although I'd given that more than a passable thought, I was able to say, “Of course not,” with total honesty. If I made sure to sound like I'd never even considered it, well, that was just the icing on the cake.

Bones drilled Ian with a hard stare next. “Is she lying?”

“You'd believe his word over mine?” I shook my head. “That's insulting.”

Ian gave Bones a languid smile. “No worries, Crispin. Our sulfur-smelling mate has more pedestrian reimbursements in mind for any assistance he gives us.”

“Really,” I added when Bones still looked like he doubted we were telling the truth.

“We'll need to keep you chained until we hear from Balchezek and come up with a game plan,” I went on, hating the necessity even as I acknowledged the reason for it. “Ian and I will watch over you in shifts. I'm sorry for the—”

“I'm not sorry,” Bones cut me off. He'd been staring at me, but then he glanced away. “I can't harm you this way. That's all I bother about.”

“Excuse us for a moment, Crispin,” Ian said. Then he tugged me along to far side of the haphazard concrete maze where the hole to the outside was. He jumped out and I followed, wondering what was up now.

Ian walked over to the side of the street. “Are you trying to make Crispin lose the hold he has over the demon?”

I blinked at the question, too surprised to be offended. “Why would you say that?”

“He's shredded with guilt over what that demon made him do. Blimey, I'm a selfish conceited bastard and even I'd feel badly about kicking your face in and trying to kill you if you were my wife. Multiply that by Crispin's far finer qualities, and you have a man tormented. Yet you're acting as though he is to blame.”

Okay,
now
I was angry. Didn't take long at all when talking to Ian. “I know it's not his fault. That it was all her, and he has nothing to feel bad about. So why don't you go take a flying fuck, Ian!”

“Why don't you take a chained one,” he countered.

I scoffed. “I'm sure that's a fabulous British comeback, but it's wasted on me because I don't know what it means.”

“It means,” he replied, speaking slowly, as though I was a child, “that I've seen how you normally act after a separation where one of you was almost killed. You nearly kick people out of the way to shag each other. Yet all you're doing now is contributing to his guilt when you should be showing him that he's still the man you're in love with, demon or no demon. And chains or no chains.”

My mouth opened, ready to let loose a caustic comment about how Ian thought sex fixed any situation, when I stopped. He might have a point. I could reassure Bones until I was blue in the face that I didn't consider him responsible for what the she-bitch did when she was in the driver's seat, but as the saying went, actions spoke louder than words. Granted, there was nothing romantic about an underground, abandoned Jiffy Lube station, but Bones had made more out of less when circumstances threw us a curve ball.

I'd just have to do the same.

“You don't get to stay and watch,” was what I finally said.

His lips twitched. “It
would
be safer in case the demon resurged and took control—”

“Bite me,” I cut him off.

This time, Ian didn't attempt to stuff back his laughter. “I'll leave that to Crispin.”

Nineteen

A
n hour later, I jumped back down into the underground garage, winding through the support barriers until I reached the spot where Bones was secured. Ian reclined in front of him, one leg propped up on the pile of extra chains we had just in case.

I threw a hotel key card at Ian. We were checked in not far from there so we had another place to store our weapons.

“Here. Why don't you wash up, change clothes, and find someone to eat?”
And don't hurry back,
my pointed look added.

I'd already done two out of those three things, as my damp hair and new outfit attested. After all, I wasn't about to seduce my husband while his friend's scent still clung to me.

Ian rose. “Don't mind if I do. See you both in a bit.”

I waited until I heard him exit before I set down the bag I'd been holding and began to arrange its contents on the floor.

Bones sniffed. “Scented candles?”

“I'm sick of the oil and blood smell,” I responded, lighting them. “This is better.”

I didn't need to look up to know his dark brown gaze followed my every movement. I could almost feel his stare, and though he tried to tamp down his aura, slivers of yearning and remorse whispered across my subconscious.

“Did Ian tell you that Balchezek says he knows another way to force the demon out without killing you and the others?” I asked, glancing at him.

His brows drew together. “Yes, but I don't trust demons.”

I laughed, soft and wry. “I'm right there with you, but Balchezek has his reasons for helping us.”

I wasn't going to repeat those reasons with the female demon eavesdropping inside Bones. Since possessing vampires was technically a demon no-no, I doubted the bitch could tattle on Balchezek without outing herself, but why give her an edge?

“You know what you have to do if he's wrong, Kitten.”

The flatness in his voice made a shiver run through me that had nothing to do with the garage's frigid temperature.
Yeah. I'll find another way to save you,
I silently replied, but didn't say that out loud, either. Bones would only argue about promises and duty and I didn't care about any of those things if they meant he had to die.

I finished lighting the candles and walked over to him. His mouth was still set in a hard line, but his gaze raked over the contours of my body as though he couldn't stop himself. In addition to remorse and yearning, another emotion crested against my subconscious—possessiveness. He might know that I'd only had good intentions by my earlier actions with Ian, but his vampire nature demanded that he assert his claim over me. How well I knew that from being on the other side of the jealousy coin with Bones in the past.

“How's our demonic squatter?” I asked, brushing his chains.

“Angry.” One word, clipped with the weight of emotions I felt him trying to hold back.

I smiled. “Good.” Then I took out the key and unlocked the first of many bolts connecting his chains.

Tension slipped through the wall he'd erected around his aura. “What are you doing?”

I unwound a length of chain, letting it drop to the floor. “Making you more accessible. One down, half a dozen to go, and even then you'll still be unable to move your arms or legs.”

“Don't.” His eyes flashed green. “She's too dangerous.”

I undid another section of chain before standing on tiptoe to slowly run my tongue down the side of his ear. “Fuck her,” I whispered. “She's had you to herself too long, and you're
mine
.”

More chains fell. His mouth brushed my cheek, control raging against the hunger I felt rising in him. “It's not safe,” he tried again.

I laughed before I caught his ear with fangs that were already out from my growing desire. “Oh, Bones. How often do we ever play it safe?”

A low growl was my response. So was the blast of lust decimating the last of the barriers he'd had around his emotions. I reveled in both, licking the shell of his ear and then letting my breath tease the same space.

He couldn't grab me with his hands, but his aura enveloped me, sheathing me in a tingling cloud of power and raw need. It still felt fragmented from his fight to keep the demon down, but I had no doubt he would win that fight. Three more lengths of chain fell from around his waist. I could now reach through the remaining links and pull his shirt open, revealing the hard flesh of his chest and stomach.

“I missed you,” I said, abandoning his ear for his lips.

His mouth closed over mine with such hunger that my embers of desire turned into a furnace. He didn't wait for me to part my lips, but invaded past them with deep, seeking strokes of his tongue. I moaned and tugged harder on his chains. More fell, until I could press my body against his and feel the bulge of something other than metal against me. He groaned, rough and guttural, when I reached down and clasped my hand around him.

His mouth tore away from mine, glowing green gaze pinning me in its intensity. “Take your clothes off. I need to see you.”

I backed away on shaky legs, the roar of lust slamming into my subconscious making me almost glad he was chained. He felt wild, almost feral. Like he thought this was the last time we'd be together and he'd hold nothing back except the demon raging inside him. I drew the shirt over my head and tossed it aside, my skin rippling with gooseflesh under the rake of his gaze. My bra came off next, nipples already hard and aching. Then my jeans. I pulled my panties down with them, kicking both aside.

“Ravishing.”

His accent was thicker, and he stared at me like he'd devour my flesh with his eyes. I stared back, absorbing the view of pale crystal flesh stretched over muscles that bunched and flexed against the chains. His features were almost frightening in their fierce beauty; mouth fuller from our recent kiss, eyes glittering green, jaw clenching from passionate impatience.

I was impatient, too, emotions surging in me that went well beyond lust. Someone was trying to steal away the most important person in the world to me, and I was going to take back what was mine. His gaze flared brighter when I stalked over, yanking away the last of the chains around his hips. A wealth of rigid flesh filled my hands when a rough tug split open the front of his jeans. Then I stepped on the discarded pile of metal to raise myself to his height, sliding my thigh up to his waist.

His mouth crushed over mine, tongue sensually ravaging me as he bent to bring that hard flesh against my center. I didn't have time to reach down to assist before a strong arch pushed him inside me, wringing a gasp from me that his mouth absorbed. Every nerve ending flared in welcome as another thrust brought him deeper, sending more pleasure searing through me. I gripped his shoulders through the chains when he moved again, burying himself to the hilt and then grinding against my clitoris in a way that sent spasms ricocheting through my loins.

I cried out when he did it again, locking my arms around his neck for leverage and hiking my other thigh up to press myself closer. He began to move in strong, measured strokes that had me begging for more in between kisses. Power slid along my back, curling around me to hold me aloft and molding my hips tighter against him than mere hands ever could. His thrusts intensified, sending aching currents of rapture through me. My head fell back and I leaned against that invisible grip, loins clenching in frenzied bliss with every deep, rapid stroke.

His throaty growls and my moans drowned out the clanking noises from the chains as we moved faster, faster, until I wasn't aware of anything except the overwhelming sensations surging inside me. They culminated in a climax that tore a hoarse shout from me, the feel of Bones's answering spasms sending more ecstatic ripples through my body.

Twenty

I
sagged against him, feeling as though my arms and legs had been replaced with jelly. At some point, he'd knelt down as far as the chains allowed, so cold metal bit into my knees from my straddling him, but I didn't care. Everything still tingled too much for me to focus on the lack of comfortable surroundings.

“I don't want to move . . . ever,” I managed.

His laugh was soft, wicked, and free of the concerns that bound him more securely than the chains lashing him to the support beam. Hearing it was another form of bliss, only this one reverberated deeper than even my previous, explosive climax.

Something soft touched my legs. I glanced down and saw a blanket winding its way up that had formerly been in the corner. Bones's power curled it higher, until it draped across my shoulders and warded away the chill in the air. Just further evidence that his will alone restrained him, rather than all the chains and locks Ian and I had wrapped around him.

“Show-off,” I murmured, tucking it over both of us.

He smiled, but a shadow crossed his features, which I knew was the demon coming between us again. “I kept her from using that power as much as I could. If she takes me over once more, the chains will slow her enough for you to shoot me. Don't hesitate. You'll only have moments.”

I didn't glance behind me to where we'd stacked the guns, but they were within easy reach. “I won't, but let's not talk about that now. You should try to get some sleep.”

“No,” he said at once. “She wants me to sleep so my resolve will be weakened and she can take me over again.”

Anger burned through me, fueled by my love for Bones and the territorialism that was passed down from every vampire before me. This demon wasn't going to win. She was going to pay for picking my husband to possess. I'd chase her all the way to hell and back if that's what I had to do to get my revenge.

“Well, then she's got a long damn wait,” I said, forcing my rage back enough to smile. “You rarely sleep as it is, and that's when you're
not
trying to squash a hell-bitch.”

He touched his forehead to mine, closing his eyes. “You sleep, Kitten. You know I love holding you while you dream.”

He couldn't touch me with his hands, but further waves of power cocooned me, somehow more intimate than flesh. I hated that he thought this might be the last time I fell asleep next to him, as the emotions brushing mine told me. With the demon lodged in him, Bones felt like every moment between us had an expiration date if he wanted to keep me safe. But I was equally stubborn about saving his life. This demon didn't know it yet, but she'd picked the
wrong
couple to fuck with.

I slid my arms around his neck, shifting until I was draped across his lap instead of straddling him. Then I closed my eyes, sighing as I got as comfortable as possible. I wasn't afraid to fall asleep next to him, demon-possessed or not. Nothing in this world or under it would make Bones drop his guard and endanger me while I was vulnerable.

“I love you,” I whispered, tucking my head under his chin.

Something teased at my subconscious right as I felt myself drift off. Balchezek, talking about the intricacies of simultaneous possession of vampires.
The upside is that if you pull it off, you're not limited to only possessing your anchor's human family. You could also go up to the third or fourth generation of your anchor's siring bloodline. . .

Wraith was the female demon's anchor, but that meant she should only have been able to possess
Bones
first. Once in Bones, she could have split off into the other vampires when they fell asleep; everyone at the cabin except Denise was within the required first four generations of the same vampiric bloodline. But it wasn't Bones that the demon had mutilated in that hotel room in order to force her first simultaneous possession. That had been Annette, yet Wraith and Annette weren't related as he and Bones were, so that shouldn't have been possible, unless. . .

I bolted upright, startling Bones. “What?” he demanded.

“Bones. I— I think Annette might be the person who changed Wraith into a vampire two centuries ago.”

T
he sun was just starting to set when Balchezek suddenly appeared in our underground hideout.

“Got some news,” he announced. He might disparage ghosts, but he had a lot in common with them when it came to unexpected entrances. “Let's talk topside so we can have some privacy.”

“Go,” Bones said when I hesitated, hating the need to treat him this way because of the enemy inside him. But I pushed that back and threw on some clothes, then met Balchezek outside by the side of the road, where it was impossible for Bones to overhear us. Ian was there, too, eyeing the demon expectantly.

“I did some digging about how you boot the demon from your pals,” Balchezek started. “I was right! There is a way aside from the bone-knife-to-the-eyes approach, and the only person who has to die is the demon's main anchor.”

“Wraith,” I said, feeling torn. “We'd have to kill Wraith?”

Balchezek beamed. “Who's your favorite demon, huh? Told you I'd earn the revoltingly high check you're going to give me.”

“But you said before that you could save Bones and all the others without killing them,” I reminded him.

“Yeah, your other
friends
.” A shrug. “Didn't think you considered Wraith your friend.”

“I don't, but if he's possessed, an innocent man who happens to be my husband's brother is still in there somewhere,” I replied sharply.

Balchezek sighed. “If you believe in the naïve idea that
anyone's
innocent, then that's true. Look, I hate to use a cliché, but you can't make an omelet without breaking some eggs, okay? You have to choose between the lives of all your friends or the life of one stranger you just happen to be related to.”

I said nothing, but my jaw clenched, the only outward sign of the roiling emotions that crested through me.

“If it helps, I doubt he has much personality left,” Balchezek went on. “I told you that Hazael would've had to possess her anchor when he was still human. How long do you think your boy has been a vampire? Because that's how long he's been possessed. Probably a vegetable by now.” A shrug. “Like I said, if your kind were easy to squat inside, my people wouldn't be afraid of ruffling your feathers. We'd have taken you over millennia ago instead.”

Two centuries of being possessed. Even if Wraith did have any consciousness left, he must be a madman after having his will hijacked that long. No one's sanity could endure that much stress.

“If it's the only way to save the others, then Wraith dies,” Ian stated.

I wanted to disagree, to find another way, because it was awful enough to sentence an innocent man to die for the greater good, but even worse when that man was the brother Bones never knew. Yet I said nothing, and my silence confirmed my acceptance.

I was glad we couldn't tell Bones this. He'd think we were withholding information because we didn't want the demon in him overhearing our plots, but I didn't want Bones to carry the guilt over it. He'd taken vengeance against my father so I wouldn't have to. The least I could do was carry the sin of his brother's blood on my hands versus his. I might not like sacrificing Wraith's life, but if it was a choice between him or Bones, that was no choice to me.

And the demon didn't seem to realize it, but he'd revealed another important detail. I exchanged a glance with Ian, who nodded almost imperceptibly. He'd caught it, too.

“When do we strike?” I asked.

“Have to wait until mid-December,” Balchezek replied.

“No way. She knows we're onto her. Why would we give her another two weeks to plot against us?”

“How many times do I have to tell you I don't make the rules?” Balchezek grumbled. “Mid-December is when many of the world's largest religions begin their big to-do's. Christmas, Hanukkah, Winter Solstice, Muharram . . . faith is at an all-time high. That weakens demons. If you want to drive those splits out of your pals, that's when you have your best shot.”

“If she knows she'll be weaker soon, what's to stop her from killing everyone before that happens? That's what I would do,” Ian stated with blunt callousness.

“Survival instinct,” the demon replied. He jerked his head at me. “Know how your vampire grabbed control instead of killing her, or watching you sex her up? What do you think will happen if the demon tries to kill the people those other vampires care about? She'll have a mass uprising, that's what. So until she's got everything in place, she'll keep those vamps complacent by not fucking with who they love.”

Everything in place
. For the demon, that would be her assurance of taking over Bones's line when he died. He'd publicly disowned me, but if needed, we could reverse that and deal with the consequences of his enemies and people knowing they had no head to their line. Plus, as long as we had Bones, then the demon couldn't act against the others yet. She'd need them if she tried to find another way to grab the same power. We would use her own plan against the bitch.

“All right, then it's mid-December.” My smile was tight. “So we have to kill Wraith, which we know how to do. But how do we get the demon's splits out of Bones and the others?”

Balchezek laced his hands behind his head. “That's where your filmy little friends come in.”