Deadly Is the Kiss (15 page)

“What was that?” she whispered, certain she’d heard something that sounded like breaking glass coming from downstairs. There was another sharp sound, followed by a guttural shout, then definite sounds of fighting.

With a vicious curse, Ashe lunged out of bed and pulled on his jeans. He didn’t even bother with a shirt or shoes as he headed bare-chested for the door. Pinning her with a sharp look over his shoulder, he barked, “Stay the hell in this room!”

It was a direct order, but as soon as the door slammed shut behind him, Juliana scrambled off the bed. She had no intention of hiding out like a coward when he might be facing God only knew what downstairs.

Dressing as quickly as she could, Juliana pulled on her jeans and T-shirt, then opened the door and crept barefoot into the hallway. The sounds of fighting were louder in the hall, the staircase at the far end leading down to the bar. Someone shouted something that sounded like
“Fucking assassins!”
but she couldn’t tell who it was. Knox, maybe? As she neared the top of the stairs, she could see crazy shadows thrown against the wall, the sounds coming from below more animal than man. Something made a hissing catlike sound, the thick, musky scent in the air belonging to what must have been a cat-shifter of some sort.

Actually, it smelled like a
lot
of cat-shifters, and fear slithered down her spine.

Releasing the talons at the tips of her fingers, she kept close to the wall as she started down the stairs, the open area of the bar coming into view on her right about halfway down. With her heart in her throat, she spotted Ashe fighting what looked like four leopard shifters near the entrance, the cats in their partially shifted forms. They stood on their hind legs, like a human, but were covered with spotted fur and had animal-shaped heads. It was terrifying, knowing Ashe was in danger, but it was also breathtaking to watch his sexy body in action, his chest gleaming as he punched and slashed, his muscles rippling beneath the dark sheen of his skin. The leopards were good, but Ashe was better, and he fought dirty as hell, which she kind of liked.

Shaking her head at her ridiculous fascination with the man, when she should have been scared out of her mind, Juliana scanned the rest of the room, catching sight of Knox in the middle of the floor, battling against another group of leopards. Knox had long claws at the tips of his fingers, and a vicious set of fangs, but she still couldn’t figure out exactly what kind of shifter he was. Then he let out a bellowing, ear-shattering roar, the sound deep and guttural, reminding her of a furious bear. She knew the species’ numbers were small, but would have been willing to bet her life’s savings, if she had any, that Knox was a grizzly.

Though most of the patrons seemed to be making for the exit as quickly as possible, about ten to fifteen of them hung back to face off against the leopards. For a gang of assassins, it was a big one. Especially seeing as how leopards were known to be solitary creatures.

From the looks of things, they obviously had no problem fighting together when there was enough money on the line.

Torn between wanting to help with the fight and worried she’d just get in the way, Juliana tried to stay out of view, deciding she’d only intervene if Ashe or Knox needed her help. It would have been a sound plan, if one of the leopards Knox was fighting hadn’t caught sight of her crouching on the stairs. He must have been shown her picture, because he immediately recognized her as his prey. With a sly smile, the shifter leaped across the ten feet separating them, clearing the railing to land on the steps just below her. She hissed, kicking out at him in a move that Micah had taught her, but he caught her ankle, his claws digging into her skin in a brutal, crushing hold.

She’d trained for combat, along with the rest of her family, the ability to fight a necessary skill if you wanted to survive in the Wasteland. But the assassin was so freaking strong, it was like trying to escape from a steel manacle. Kicking out with her free leg, Juliana landed a solid blow against his jaw, but it didn’t even make him flinch. Accepting the fact that she would never be able to pull free, she flexed her talons. She was about to throw herself at him, clawing at his face and throat, prepared to fight with everything that she had, when the sound of gunshots ricocheted through the air.
Bam bam.

Flicking a quick glance across the room, she spotted the blonde who had served them drinks the night before standing on the bar, a large automatic handgun in her hand. Bullets wouldn’t kill the leopards, but they’d slow the assholes down enough that Ashe and Knox could quickly finish the job.

A wet gurgling sound drew Juliana’s attention back to the shifter trapping her ankle, her bile rising at the spray of blood streaming from his throat, a bullet hole piercing his Adam’s apple. His grip on her ankle grew lax as he slumped to the side, and she wasted no time pulling her leg free. Moving back to her feet, she was ready to heed Ashe’s original command and get her ass back to the room, when she looked up and found two more of the shifters leaping toward her, the gunshot probably what had drawn their attention.

It had drawn Knox’s, too, she realized, when he turned his head and spotted her on the stairs. “Ashe!” he roared, turning his back on the leopards he was fighting to throw himself at the ones leaping toward her. They crashed into a violent, snarling tangle of bodies at the foot of the stairs, Knox’s deep voice booming louder as he shouted, “Get your damn woman out of here!”

Ashe swung around from his fight, the body of his last opponent falling to the floor. The instant he saw her, white-hot fury transformed his expression into a savage mask of rage. He roared for her to get the hell out of there as he started running toward her, but the other leopards were already closing in. The blonde continued firing shots, taking down one of the spotted shifters, but Juliana knew it was far past time to go. She turned, banging her knees against the next step as one of the leopards leaped past her, crouching on the stairs above her and blocking her escape. He smiled down at her, his expression gloating.

“Get down!” Knox growled, his big body suddenly sailing over her head as he slammed into the leopard. Since Knox and the leopard were blocking her escape up the stairs, she twisted back around, her eyes going wide as she watched Ashe cut his way through the remaining shifters. He looked like a wild animal, raw and lean, a deadly fire burning in his eyes as he fought to reach her. She’d never seen anything so magnificent, her heart pounding as she watched him tear his way through the leopards with deadly skill, the blonde’s shots stopping those who tried to charge the stairs.

Though time seemed to move like a slow, sticky spill of molasses, Juliana knew the whole thing was actually finished within a matter of moments. Knox tossed the dead leopard over the banister, then followed him over, landing on his feet, just as Ashe shoved the last of the assassins to the floor. With his glittering gaze locked on her face, he came up the stairs, looking ready to throttle her.

“What part of stay the hell in the room didn’t you understand?” he grated, wrapping his bloody hands around her arms and giving her a hard shake. “You could have been killed, you little idiot!”

“I know. I’m sorry. I just…I wanted to make sure you were okay. To help, if you needed it.”

He still looked as if wanted to throttle her, but as he took a swift look down her body, she had the feeling he wanted to kiss her, too. But he didn’t. He just pulled in a deep breath, then roughly exhaled, his body still vibing with tension. “I can see right through your shirt,” he muttered, jerking his chin at her chest as he lowered his arms. “Get up the stairs. Now!”

She jumped, hurrying up the stairs, only distantly aware of him saying something to Knox, her mind finally assimilating what had just happened. A group of leopard shifters had come into Knox’s bar to kill her. Her jaw started shaking as she headed into their room, Ashe right on her heels, closing the door with an angry click.

She stood trembling at the foot of the bed, numb with shock, while he went into the bathroom. He came out holding a towel, using it to wipe the blood off his face, chest and arms. She stared, relieved that most of the blood must have been from the leopards, and was not his own. He had a few scratches on his left arm and across his ribs, but nothing that wouldn’t heal quickly.

Tossing the red-smeared towel on the floor, he went back into the bathroom and came out with a clean one. “Wipe off and get your shoes on,” he told her, tossing her the towel. “We’re getting the hell out of here.”

“Are you okay to travel?” she asked, scanning his body for any injuries she might have missed.

His snort sounded hard and angry. “I’ve gone into battle a hell of a lot worse off than this. And those bastards coming after you are tenacious. We don’t have time to wait around.”

“Do you think Knox sold us out?” she asked, after wiping her face.

“I might have,” he grunted, “if I hadn’t seen the way he fought to protect you.”

“Right,” she whispered, wetting her lips. “I’m sorry. I just…I mean, how did they find us?”

He cut a sharp look toward the pack she’d left sitting on the dresser. “I’m guessing there’s a tracking device in that bag that was left for you.”

“No, that isn’t possible,” she said, sitting down to pull on a pair of socks and her boots. “I told you on our way to the train station last night that I checked it carefully.”

“Then it was one of the Lycans.” He sat down on the edge of the bed to pull on his combat boots. “They must have tagged our clothing last night. Probably my jacket. And the leopards were able to pick up on the signal.”

“What do we do?”

“Leave it here, along with everything else.” He quickly pulled on a sweater. “Only things that go with us are what we’re wearing. We’ll stop in a store before catching our next train and ditch our clothes for some new stuff.”

“What about the bodies downstairs?” She had a feeling his friend wasn’t going to be happy about having his bar wrecked…and even less so if they left such a disgusting mess behind.

“Don’t worry about them,” Ashe said, stuffing his wallet, passport and cell phone in his pockets. “Knox will take care of them.”

“But shouldn’t we help? It doesn’t seem right to—”

“Jules, focus!” She jumped at the drill sergeant tone of his voice, his rage-edged energy all but blasting against her as he reached for the door. “We can talk about this shit later,” he barked, the impatient look on his face telling her to get a move on. “Right now, I just want your ass as far from this place as we can get it.”

Grabbing her passport from her bag, Juliana quickly followed him out the door, hoping that wherever they were headed, the nightmares from her past wouldn’t be able to find them.

CHAPTER EIGHT

I
T
TOOK
THEM
FOUR
HARD
HOURS
of traveling before they arrived at their next destination, a rough-looking nightclub near the seaside in one of the less refined areas of Nice. Since the leopards had found them at Knox’s bar, a place well-known for being part of the Pinero Dominguez, Ashe had decided they needed to change tactics. Knox had suggested this particular club, which was run by a friend of his. A Lycan friend who catered to an inhuman clientele, but with everything kept aboveboard, which was why he hadn’t been made an official member of the P.D.

A wry smile twisted Juliana’s lips as she stood on the sidewalk, watching the way the fading sunlight glinted off the club’s neon sign. Instead of Knox’s half-dressed biker babe, this one showed a woman bending over at the waist in a red thong, her lips pursed as she blew a kiss back over her shoulder. “Gee, Granger,” she drawled. “You really know how to impress a girl.”

“It might not look like much,” he murmured, “but you won’t mind.”

“Oh, yeah? Why’s that?” she asked, the briny scent of the Mediterranean filling her nose.

He shot her a cocky grin. “Because I’ll keep you coming so hard, you won’t be able to see straight.”

She couldn’t help but laugh, relieved to finally see him lightening up a bit. He’d been so pissed at her for leaving the room during the fight at Knox’s, she was worried they’d just spend the rest of the day arguing. But he obviously had other ideas, and Juliana found her body responding with a warm wave of desire, apparently liking those ideas just fine.

Yes, she was afraid to trust him—that hadn’t changed—but she could still enjoy him. God only knew she’d liked what they’d done so far.

With their new bags draped over their shoulders, the things they’d bought that day stashed inside, they made their way into the club. From behind the bar, a surly old guy with a crew cut and a scowl told Ashe that Knox had booked them a room. Some kind of construction work was taking place in the middle of the floor, several workmen using saws and hammers to repair a giant hole in the floorboards. Juliana snuffled a soft laugh under her breath, wondering just how rough this place got.

Ashe chatted to the guy behind the bar for a few minutes, questioning him about the exits and potential escape routes, and then they headed up to their room. The second he closed the door behind him, sealing them in a small sitting room, he flicked the lock and slid her a glittering, heavy-lidded look. “If you don’t want those new duds of yours in shreds, get them off. Right now.”

It wasn’t the most romantic come-on Juliana had ever heard, but she’d have been lying if she’d said she didn’t think the raw hunger roughening his voice wasn’t sexy as hell. It burned in his eyes with a wild, feral glow, his long, muscular body seeming even bigger as he came toward her, rippling with power and strength. “Don’t you need to get some rest first?” she asked, reaching down to pull off her new boots.

“Waste of time,” he replied in a low voice, stopping to toss his new leather jacket aside and pull off his shirt. “I still have an adrenaline hard-on from that fight and it isn’t going away anytime soon.”

“Not that I’m complaining, but I didn’t think you’d want to have sex again today.” She pulled her jacket off, then her sweater, liking the hungry way he stared at her body. “Aren’t you still unhappy with me for what happened?”

Pulling her long hair over her shoulder, Juliana watched a hard, sexy smile twist the corner of his mouth. “Welcome to the world of the male animal,” he said with an amused snort. “You might drive me crazy, but I still want you.”

Then he herded her into the small bedroom, and their jeans hit the floor at the same time, followed by their underwear and her bra. He reached out, probably intending to toss her into the middle of the bed again, but Juliana held up her hand, warning him to stay back. “Before we…uh, hit the sheets, I need to shower first. Think this place has any hot water?”

“Let’s find out together,” he said, grabbing her wrist and pulling her along behind him into the even smaller but thankfully clean bathroom. There was a tub with a white shower curtain against one wall, and he leaned down, turning the knobs to get the shower running.

Enjoying the spectacular view of his ass, Juliana chewed on the corner of her lip…and tried not to feel nervous about something that most women her age would have done many times already. “Are you, um, taking one with me?”

Something in her tone must have given her away, because he had a curious look in his eyes when he turned around. “Never done it in a shower before?”

She shook her head. “I’m afraid not.”

“Don’t worry,” he murmured, his deep voice stroking across her senses as he reached out and pulled her against his hard, surprisingly warm chest, the feverish heat of his skin making her jump. “You’ll enjoy it.”

“It’ll be nice to feel clean again,” she stated with a dreamy kind of sigh, her head tilting to the side as if it had just grown too heavy for her neck, while he pressed a warm kiss to the sensitive skin beneath her ear.

“And here I was planning on making you like it dirty,” he said with a wicked drawl, and she could feel his smile as he ran his firm lips along the edge of her jaw.

Feeling guilty for enjoying herself so much, considering the circumstances, Juliana suddenly felt as if she should put up at least a little resistance, instead of just falling right back into his arms. “You’ve already had me once today, Ashe. Shouldn’t we save this for later and spend some more time on the investigation?”

Despite the relief she felt at the knowledge that her family would soon have the protection of a Specs team, their lives would continue to be in danger until Ashe and his contacts had managed to get to the bottom of those assassination orders.

Steam was starting to fill the small bathroom as he trailed his lips down the side of her throat. “Knox and I have already made all the necessary calls to get things moving. So right now, we need to just lay low for a while and give it time.” He drew back his head, looking her right in the eye, his hands sliding down her back to curve over her bottom, pulling her tighter against his body…and his rampant erection. “And as for already having had you once today, I’ll say this. I could have you ten times over, and it wouldn’t be enough. I could stay inside you for days on end, and it still wouldn’t…” He broke off, shaking his head with a dry laugh. “Just quit dragging your feet and get in the damn shower.”

“Wait! I want to know what you were going to say.”

“I wasn’t going to say anything,” he muttered, moving aside and giving her a little smack on her backside. “Now get in. We’ve talked enough.”

“Ashe, that’s so rude,” she complained, sliding him a narrow look. “I’m not some puppet you can just—
mmphh
.”

His sudden kiss cut off the rest of her words as he curled one big hand around the back of her neck and yanked her against his mouth—which was fine, since she could no longer remember what she was going to say anyway. She was lost in his rich taste, undone by the provocative way his tongue tangled with hers, his free hand covering her breast, his thumb rubbing across her tender nipple. Her head spun, senses buzzing as he maneuvered her into the shower, under the hot spray of the water, his mouth never leaving hers. He tasted hot and deep and addictive, and she couldn’t get enough.

“I know you’re not a puppet,” he growled, when they both had to come up for air. “If you were, you’d do what the hell I tell you to do.”

“You know, that arrogant mouth of yours really pisses me off sometimes,” she said breathlessly, reaching between them and wrapping her fingers around his long, beautiful cock. Her hand wasn’t anywhere big enough to close around all of him, his size sending a dark thrill through her body.

“Yeah, I can tell just how much you hate me,” he groaned, his chest shaking with a gritty laugh as he shaped her breasts with his hands, his mouth already moving lower. Before the moan could even work its way from her throat, he’d lifted her higher, closing his lips around a sensitive nipple, his tongue swirling with lazy strokes over the hard tip, as if he were licking at something delicious. It was the same way he licked her between her legs, the dual assault of reality and memory making Juliana cry out. She pumped her hand along his thick shaft, wanting to make him feel this same blinding need, and knew she’d succeeded when he tore his mouth away with a serrated growl.

The next thing Juliana knew, he had her braced against the back wall of the shower, one hand under her bottom, the other tangled in the back of her wet hair, holding her in place as he took her mouth with what seemed to be an urgent, desperate craving, and claimed her body in the same way. His cock found her soft notch, his first thick thrust so hard and deep it shoved the air up out of her lungs, her thoughts fracturing beneath the violent surge of sensation. Steam billowed around them, her arms wrapped tight around his shoulders, while the slapping sounds of their bodies coming together filled the air.

He was relentless in his possession, hammering at her, the pumping rhythm of his body inside hers the most incredible thing she’d ever felt. He kept his eyes locked tight on hers, his expression a mesmerizing blend of hunger and lust and need, as if she was the only woman in the world he wanted to be like this with.

It scared the ever-loving hell out of her, how badly she wanted that to be true.

“I wish I could read your mind.” She watched glistening drops of water bead on his long eyelashes, his face so rugged and beautiful. “I wish I could know what you’re thinking.”

“I’m thinking I can’t get enough of you,” he said, his fingers tightening in her hair.

“I can’t…I can’t get enough of you, either.”

He made a rough sound deep in his chest, suddenly kissing her again as if he wanted to crawl inside her. Trembling, Juliana rubbed her tongue against his…only seconds away from crashing over that blinding edge, when he ripped his mouth from hers and pulled out, the tight clench of her body resisting him to the very end.

“What are you doing?” she gasped, feeling empty and aching without him inside her, her legs quivering from the loss as he set her back on her feet.

“I thought it might ease up,” he growled, his deep voice thick with frustration as he turned her around, placing her hands against the wall, “but I just keep wanting you even more.”

He didn’t sound happy about that particular admission, but then she wouldn’t expect him to. She knew exactly what it felt like to have the needs of your body overthrow the logic of your mind. Neither of them was comfortable with this…whatever this
thing
was burning between them, their lack of trust too great to ignore. But they were both caught up in it, unable to stop. She was just thankful that she wasn’t the only one who felt that way. That she wasn’t in this alone.

“You ever done it this way?” His lips were against her ear, his hands molding over her hips as he pulled her back tighter against him, his cock burning against the curve of her bottom.

Juliana shook her head from side to side, her muscles straining as she stretched up on the tips of her toes, trying to make it easier for him. She needed him so badly she was ready to scream.

“Then this’ll be two firsts for you,” he said, suddenly burying himself back inside her with a solid, bone-jarring thrust.

Her eyes closed, teeth sinking into her lower lip almost hard enough to draw blood. The feeling of penetration was deeper this way, each thick lunge pushing raw sounds up from her chest, her hands curling into tight fists against the damp surface of the wall.

It didn’t take long before her body gave way around him, taking every inch of him, his rough groans and the biting grip of his hands as he pounded into her only driving her closer to that breathtaking edge. Then he reached around to her front, using two fingers to rub at her clit, his other arm banding across her torso, his thumb and forefinger rolling her nipple. Within moments she was coming, the thrashing, shattering wave of ecstasy so intense she screamed, his mouth latching on to the side of her arched throat as the thick cries kept spilling…and spilling. She was going to have what her favorite aunt called a “love bite” there on her neck. Either that, or two deep puncture wounds from his fangs, if he gave in to his hunger and bit her.