Dark Desires After Dusk (35 page)

“Why do you keep preparing me?”

“Because we're not finished yet. You've still got people trying to kill you, and we've still got at least one more checkpoint. It could be as dangerous as the last.”

*   *   *

Cadeon was out on the hunt for uncracked steamed shellfish, leaving Holly back at the hotel to work, “because codes don't write themselves.”

But she was blocked, unable to get anything done. She decided to call Mei to make sure everything was going all right with her class. The boys could be . . . boisterous.

“Everything's fine,” Mei said, but didn't elaborate. “How are things with your family?”

“Getting better. A lot better. I think everything's going to be fine.”

“That's good.”

Holly's ear twitched, and she frowned. “Mei, do you want to tell me something?”

“Look, I wasn't going to call you because I know you've got a lot on your plate, but there might be a time element involved with your work, and I'm sick of women being passed over for these jobs anyway.”

Holly's stomach began to churn. “What are you talking about?”

“You know Scott was at the California conference, right?”

“Yes, he went at the last minute.” Scott was Mei's boyfriend, a well-respected mathematician and all around nice guy.

“This morning he called me with some disturbing news . . . .”

“Just tell me, Mei.”

She took a deep breath, then said, “Tim's been stealing your work—and passing it off as his own.”

A
s Cade waited for food, he checked in with Rök. “Any word on Néomi?”

“Again, we were closing in and she just seemed to . . . vanish,” Rök said, sounding like he was scratching his head.

“A
mortal
is evading you? Come on, Rök—we're running out of time! I need you to be on this with everything you've got.”

“I have a really good lead. I'll get her this time.”

Rök sounded confident enough, but once they hung up, Cade was uneasy about their prospects.

And Cade had begun mulling another idea—a way for everyone to win. It'd be extremely dangerous. Riskier than anything he'd ever attempted.

If his plan failed, everyone would
lose
.

In life, Cade's season record wasn't all wins. And when he fucked up, he tended to go big.

He should stick with Rydstrom's wishes, carrying out this operation the way the king intended. Cade would put his idea out of his head.

But what if . . . ?

*   *   *

“What?” Holly cried.

“Tim's been taking sole credit for the papers he's presented,” Mei explained. “So Scott figured that he'd just
spaced and forgot to mention you. But then later, Scott heard him talking to the recruiters from Lockheed Martin. Tim was downplaying your involvement in all of your past co-projects. And I knew that with your background you had to have carried a lot of them.”

“I carried all of them,” Holly absently said.

“I shouldn't have told you till you got back.”

“No, you did the right thing. I appreciate your letting me know.”

“What are you going to do?” Mei asked.

“I don't know.” Surely Tim wouldn't screw her over like this.

How well do you really know him . . . ?

“Holly, if you confront Tim, you can tell him where you heard it from. Scott's livid.”

Stealing research was about the worst thing one could do in their small community. Everyone toiled too hard not to be fiercely protective of their projects. Not to mention the fact that in their field, research could be worth millions—or even billions.

Scott was well-respected among all his colleagues. If he said Tim had done this, then Tim was going to get crucified . . . .

Once she and Mei hung up, Holly sat on the bed, dumbfounded. She'd always felt confident that her boyfriend wouldn't betray her sexually. Had he betrayed her academically? Had that been why he'd been pushing her for her new code?

No, no, she was sure there was a reasonable explanation for this. This was merely hearsay, at best. Maybe Scott had overheard incorrectly.

Tim was a good guy. He was
normal
.

She called his cell phone. He answered before the end of the first ring.

“Tim, I'm glad I caught you. Do you have a minute to talk?”

“Absolutely. My next presentation's not for an hour.”

“So Mei just called me . . .”

“Oh? What did she have to say?”

Holly's ears twitched again. There was something different about him, a treble in his voice that was altered.
He's nervous.
She could perceive it so clearly now.
Valkyrie senses.

The benefit of the doubt went out the window. “When you presented our work, did you take sole credit for it?”

“What are you talking about?”

“Did you downplay my role in our projects with the Lockheed recruiters?”

“I wouldn't do that! Of course not. I know better than anyone how hard you've worked on our project—”

“Just cut the bullshit. I know you're lying. I can hear it in your voice.”

Quiet
. Finally, he said, “I might have played up my role in the work, but I did it
for us
. You know the big firms usually hire men in our field. I had the better shot at getting that job. And then, just think, I could buy us a house. You wouldn't even
need
a job.”

She sucked in a breath. “Who
are
you? Need a job? I
already
don't need one—I love what I do. Was this your play all along?”

“There was no play. We work better as a team, with me as the front man.”

“What the hell does that mean?”

“We need to stick together, to keep the work together. We could be unstoppable.”

Here was a man who actually wanted her for her brain. Or, at least, he wanted to use what it could do.

“Be realistic, Holly. You can barely get to classes without me. How well were you going to do in the corporate world?”

“Oh, my God.” Red covered her vision. What had Cadeon called Tim?
Oh, yes . . .
“You know what, you fuckwit tosser—you can have that goddamned work.” Lightning struck outside, and it felt right. “I'm on to something so much bigger. Something that's going to rock our industry.”

“Holly, just wait—”

“Don't ever contact me again. Or I will nail your balls to the wall over this.” Click.

Deep breath, deep breath
. She waited for the tears to come. And waited.

Yet all she felt was a sense of relief.
How freeing . . .
She was done with guilt, free from indecision.

Holly had no obstacles now—if Cadeon tried more, she wouldn't rebuff him. The idea gave her a giddy thrill of expectation.

Actually,
she
might try for more. Even more than Cadeon would expect . . . .

*   *   *

“The male's back with food . . . ” He trailed off when she stood before him, wearing only that black silk number she sometimes slept in—the one that guaranteed he'd be wide awake and hard as rock for hours.

“I'm not hungry.” The lights were low and the bedspread was drawn down.

“But you need to eat,” he said absently as she sauntered up to him.

Her eyes had begun to grow silvery. “Maybe I'm hungry for something else.” She took the bag of food from him and tossed it away.

His brows drew together. “Uh, what happened between the time I went for food and now?”

“I broke up with Tim.”

Cade's heart began to thunder, and damn if she didn't notice.

“You really like that news, huh?” She smiled.

“What's not to like? But why now?”

“He stole credit for my research. And he was after the code I'm working on now.”

Cade went still, fury spiking through him. “Holly, I'm going to give you his throat for this.”

“Aw, you say the sweetest things, demon.” She stood on tiptoe and pressed a gentle kiss to his lips.

Deciding he'd kill Tim for her anyway, he relaxed and said, “I know how to play those heartstrings, yeah?”

She unbuckled Cade's belt. “I called him a
fuckwit tosser
.”

“That's my girl.” He stripped off her top, then his shirt. “Are you coming on to me to get back at him?”

“Probably.” Down went his zipper.

“I'm okay with that.”

And if he'd thought this couldn't get any better, she bit her bottom lip and said, “You told me you'd fantasized about me, um, going down on you. What if I wanted to try it?”

Trying to keep his cool, he grinned down at her. “Then you'd be my
best
girl . . . .”

Once they were naked in bed, and she'd begun kissing down his torso, he swallowed hard. Would she lose her nerve?
Don't lose your nerve, Holly . . . .

She took him in hand. A first halting lick was followed by another. Soon she was circling all around the head with wet flicks of her tongue.

“That's it, Holly,”
he groaned,
“just like that.”

“You taste so good,” she murmured in a delighted tone.

He struggled not to thrust to her hot tongue, but the instinct to move his hips was so powerful. “Suck it inside your mouth,” he rasped. She did, making him arch his back sharply. “Ah! What are you doin' to me?”

Hastily pulling back, she said, “Am I doing something wrong?”

“Everything's too right.” Hand palming her head, he pressed her back down. “I fear I'll come before I'm ready.”

With a satisfied smile, she rubbed her cheek against his shaft, then continued. He pulled her hair out of the way so he could see his female pleasuring him like this.

A fantasy made flesh. After so long.

Bending his knee, he raised his leg so she straddled it, her wet sex against it.

She moaned around him, one of those sharp, yearning cries that made him frenzied to pleasure her. Immediately, he reached for her hips, pulling her toward him.

“Cade? I liked that . . . .” She trailed off when he repositioned her, settling her knees by each side of his face, her mouth at his cock.

“Then you'll love this,” he rasped before he lost himself in licking strawberry blond curls. Her sex was so hot, the flesh exquisitely tender. He licked in bliss.

But she froze. “Cadeon?” She sounded stunned. He dug
his heels into the bed and thrust up. After a hesitation, she took him between her lips again, her mouth soon growing greedy. The shy virgin was gone, replaced by a hungry, demanding Valkyrie who expected to give and get pleasure.

With his hands splayed over her ass, he gripped her, holding on to her as she wickedly rocked her sex against his mouth.

When he worked his finger into her sheath, she spread her knees wider with a cry. She was losing control. Thunder boomed all around the building, quaking the walls.

He wanted this to last forever, but he was already on the verge.
She needs to come first.
As he withdrew and thrust his finger, he sucked her hard little clitoris between his lips, snaking his tongue over it.

She screamed, then took him deep. Her moans around his shaft sent him over. As she came, he groaned and licked, joining her . . . .

She rolled off him, sprawled beside him as they caught their breath.

“Who knew demons were so delicious?” she asked as he dragged her to his chest.

“Demon. Singular. Don't be getting any ideas.”