The Dark-Hunters (703 page)

Was that a trick question? The demon rushed him as they locked horns.…

Sam pulled back emotionally from the sight as it intersected with what she already knew. Dev breaking them apart and the demon dying after the pain in his chest burst apart.

She opened her eyes to find Fang, Max, Aimee, and Colt watching her with curious expressions. “He came to Sanctuary because he was running from the Daimons. He thought he’d be safe here.”

Max snorted. “Epic fail.”

Ignoring him, Fang crossed his arms over his chest. “Why run from the Daimons? Any idea what they wanted with him?”

Not really, other than the Daimons were twisted freaks. “They ate his master and then they shot something into him. That was what made him explode after he got here. There was one Daimon who wanted to kill him in particular, but I don’t know why.”

Aimee grimaced. “Why would they eat his master? They can’t feed off the blood of a demon … can they?” She looked up at her mate.

A tic started in Fang’s jaw as he considered it. “If a Daimon takes the soul of a Were-Hunter, they get the Were-Hunter’s powers to use as their own.”

“But it’s only temporary,” Colt said. “When the Were-Hunter’s soul dies, they lose those powers.”

Max narrowed his gaze on where the demon had died. “I thought they kept those powers.”

Fang wiped his hand across his chin. “Whatever. It doesn’t matter. We’re not talking Were-Hunters. We’re talking demons. And those rules could be entirely different.”

“The power to walk in daylight,” Aimee whispered, bringing them back to what was the most important part in all of this.

Fang gave a grim nod before he locked gazes with Sam. “Now that they’re not tied to the night, they’ll be coming for you guys when you’re most vulnerable.”

In the daytime when they couldn’t run. The Dark-Hunters would be trapped in their homes and if the Daimons broke out the windows of their bedrooms to let daylight spill in …

They were dead.

Or worse, just burn down their homes while they slept. The Dark-Hunters wouldn’t be able to evacuate. A bad enough fire would kill them too.

With the Hunters all gone, no one would be here to stop the Daimons from killing any human they wanted to.

It would be open season on humanity.

Bon appétit.

Chapter Three

Dev was toweling off his hair, heading back to his room, when Aimee met him in the hallway.

She handed him a piece of paper. “Sam wanted me to give you this.”

He scowled at the folded-up scrap of Sanctuary letterhead that still held the Amazon’s scent on it. “A paper note? How quaint. I haven’t seen one of these in a long time.”

Aimee laughed. “Yeah. It reminds me of the days when women would leave their numbers on napkins for you and I’d have to bring you a stack of them every night. Now it’s all about sending the text and digits over. Just wait until they release swipe technology.”

It was true. And that technology was just around the corner.

He met her gaze and held up the note with an arched brow. “You read this?”

She screwed her face up. “Oh God, no. Last thing I want is to read something I need eye bleach for. Learned my lesson a hundred years ago when that baroness left a note for you. I’m still traumatized … and nauseated by it.” She headed to her room.

Dev draped the towel over his bare shoulder before he unfolded the note and read the clean, feminine script.

Hey Bear,

I know I shouldn’t do this, but if you like to live as dangerously as I do, head over to my place before you go to bed.

6537 St. Charles.

It’s the white three-story with the black gate.

Don’t worry. No strings. No demon slime. Just lots of hot, naked sex.

Sam

P. S. Destroy this immediately. Better yet, eat it.

He laughed at Sam’s orders. It was a real good thing Aimee hadn’t read it.…

And again, his body went rock hard. What was it about the mere mention of Sam’s name or the scent of her skin that drove him into mindless sexcapade mode? Yeah, okay, so the last line probably had more to do with his heated blood than anything else. But that was beside the point.

You don’t need this. Your life’s screwed up enough. Not to mention, you want to move on without any entanglements.

Yeah, but Sam knew the score as well as he did. Like she said, it was without strings. Mindless. Two adults pleasing each other.

As long as no one found out, it’d all be good.

He balled the note up, then froze.
What if you mate with her?
That thought made his blood run cold.

Anytime a Were-Hunter had sex, it came with one really bad gamble, and it wasn’t the fear of pregnancy or disease. They couldn’t make a woman pregnant unless they were mated to her and Were-Hunters were immune from most human diseases and all STDs.

The horror was, they didn’t choose who they mated with for life. The Greek Fates did that and those bitches had a nasty sense of humor. Case in point, his bear sister was mated to a wolf husband. His sister was a human with the ability to shift into a bear. His brother-in-law was a wolf who could become human. Two entirely different animals. When they went to sleep at night, Aimee remained human and Fang was a dog.

If
Fang and Aimee ever had kids, which would be a major miracle given the fact they were practically different species, the screwed-up things would look like some messed-up Chow. He shuddered at the thought.

So if he had sex with Sam—even mindless, sweaty animal sex—there was always a chance he could end up mated to her. And mating was something you couldn’t fight. If they didn’t fulfill the ceremony, he’d be left impotent for all eternity. Literally, since she was a Dark-Hunter.

He would never have sex with a woman again.…

I’d rather have an acid enema followed by living mummification.

C’mon, Dev. Don’t be paranoid. What are the odds?
Sam was a Dark-Hunter. Surely the Fates wouldn’t piss off cousin Artemis by mating them together. Dark-Hunters were forbidden from having significant others—the risk to their partners was too great. They had too many enemies for that.

Yeah, but …

Oh, what kind of wuss are you?
She was offering him free, uncomplicated sex and he was second-guessing it? Yeah, that was totally messed up.

Shaking his head at his own stupidity, especially when he’d never once in his entire life been a coward, Dev teleported the towel on his shoulder to the bathroom, manifested a T-shirt to wear, then jumped to Sam’s front door. ’Cause it would just be in poor taste to show up shirtless on her doorstep even if it was only for a booty call. Contrary to popular opinion, he wasn’t a totally unsophisticated animal.

He could have driven over on his motorcycle, but he wasn’t willing to chance sense or anything else overriding his hormones. He wanted this and he wanted no delay.

Dev knocked on the black, wooden door of the pristine, rebuilt antebellum mansion. One of the weird things about Dark-Hunters, they couldn’t live in a home that had any kind of ghost. Since they were soulless beings, ghosts tended to want to take up residence in their bodies. So each place they lived in had to be carefully reviewed by the Squire’s Council to ensure the Hunter wouldn’t be possessed. Made him wonder what would happen if one of the Squires had a grudge against a Dark-Hunter and lied about their report.

That could get ugly.…

For several minutes he heard nothing. But then, the house was huge, and if Sam was upstairs, it might take her a little bit to get to the door.

Or she could have changed her mind.

That would really suck.
He’d be left out here looking like a giant bear goober on the front doorstep.
Just don’t let the neighbors see me.
That would suck even more. Especially given the obvious hard-on in his pants.

He looked over his shoulder to where the sun was just dawning. The warm rays were quickly spreading up the lawn and street. Could Sam be asleep already?

I should have moved faster.

Damn.

Suddenly the front door opened into the house.

Assuming that was another invitation, since he was pretty sure the door didn’t do this on its own for no reason, Dev walked through it. At least until he was inside the small foyer and saw Sam waiting for him on the bottom step of the winding, ornate mahogany staircase. Dressed in nothing but a sheer black robe that hung open to show off her naked body, she was exquisite. Every inch of her was ripped from exercise and it made his mouth water for a taste.

Holy gods …

The door behind him slammed closed, then locked … without anyone touching it. That might scare most people, but since he had a degree of telekinesis himself, he was used to weirdness.

What he found unusual was her state of undress. “You always answer the door like that? You must have the happiest UPS driver on the planet.”

She laughed as she walked toward him. “I wasn’t sure you’d come.”

He arched a brow. “You dress like that to wait on just me? I don’t think so. My God, woman, how many men did you invite over?”

“Just you, baby. Just you. No one else could ever … well, I won’t feed your ego. I have a feeling I really don’t need to.” She didn’t hesitate with her contradiction and by that he knew she was telling the truth—another bonus of his powers. He could smell a lie a mile away. People, mundanes and others, had an odor they let off whenever they lied. “But you took so long to get over here that I was beginning to think you intended to stand me up.”

Dev put on his best “aw, baby” stance. “You leave a man an invitation like that … he’d have to be dead to decline. I am definitely not dead. Although rigor has definitely settled into at least one part of my body with a vengeance.” He glanced down at the sizable lump in his jeans.

She paused in front of him to run her finger down his chest, raising chill bumps the whole way. His body was absolutely on fire, especially when she bit her bottom lip and looked up at him from under her lashes. “Can you do that Were-Hunter trick where you conjure clothes?”

“Yeah.”

An enticing smile broke across her face. “Good.”

Before he could ask her what she meant, she reached out and ripped his shirt from neck to hem. Then she attacked him like he was the last steak at a dog kennel.

Dev couldn’t have been more floored had she set him on fire and toasted marshmallows over his boys. She ran her hands across his entire body while she licked and sucked his skin until he thought he’d go blind from ecstasy.

Never had a woman been so brazen and forceful with him.

He loved it.

Sam grazed Dev’s throat with her fangs. Part of her was dying to sink them in and taste his warm blood. It’d been so long since she was able to actually enjoy sex for herself that she wanted to completely devour him.

“I’m so glad you decided to join me.”

He breathed against her ear as he cupped her breast in his hand and toyed with her nipple in a way that had her wet and aching. “I wouldn’t think getting laid would be that big a problem for you.”

She nipped his chin while she splayed her hands over his muscular back and pressed her bare body against his. Gracious, his skin felt so good. She wanted to cry at the peace she felt touching him. It was truly nirvana.

“It’s not getting a guy that’s difficult, Dev. It’s getting a guy whose thoughts aren’t in my head. That’s always been impossible … until you.”

Dev laughed. “Guess I am brain-damaged.”

“No. Definitely not.” She kissed him, reveling in the silence in her head. She had no idea what he was thinking or feeling. None. She could shout in happiness at the blissful peace. “I could just eat you up.”

“I’m here to be your popsicle.”

She laughed as she nibbled his neck. “Did you really have that fantasy?”

He sucked his breath in sharply between his teeth as he cupped her head in his hands. “Depends. Would it be a buzzkill or turn-on?”

“Definitely makes me hot.”

“Then I am a banana-cherry pop, baby. Lick me to your content. I am yours to play with.”

She laughed, then nipped his chin, which was a lot smoother this time than it’d been outside Sanctuary. In a weird way it disappointed her. She’d always loved the prickly feel of a man’s face. “You shaved?”

“I scoured myself with lye soap from head to toe to get the evil funk of demon snot off me. I have flossed things the gods never meant to be flossed and used things that would be toxic to most living organisms. All to sanitize my body for your chewing pleasure.”

She laughed at his quirky humor.

Dev groaned as she slid her hand down his pants to touch his cock. He felt his powers surge through him. Oh yeah, that was sweet. Capturing her lips, he pressed her hips closer to his.

“Get naked for me,” she whispered in his ear.

Dev used his powers to remove his clothes.

She wrinkled her nose as her eyes twinkled in hungry satisfaction. “There’s definitely an advantage to having a Were-Hunter for a lover, eh?”

“Woman, you have no idea.”

She gave a low whistle of appreciation as she took him into her hand. “You’re even hung like a bear.”

He laughed at her pun. “You just don’t know, baby. You ain’t ever been loved till you’re loved by a Were.”

“I thought Kattagaria didn’t like to be called Weres.” Kattagaria were the animal branch of the Were-Hunter race. Like Fang, they were animals who could shift into human form and, as such, they didn’t want to be called human in any way. To many, it was considered an extreme insult.

“I’m not Kattagaria.” Dev dropped the shield on his face so that she could see the tribal symbol that marked one entire side of his face. It was unmistakable and it designated him as one of the most powerful of his kind. A Sentinel. “I’m Arcadian.”