Deadly Pursuit (A Blood Hunter Novel, #2) (69 page)

“You
trust
them?”
he
asked.

“Yes.
We’re
ruthless,
but
we’re
not
vindictive.”

“I
like
the
plan,”
Rico
said.
“That
way
Skylar
can
rejoin
us
as
soon
as
you’re—”
He
broke
off.

“As
soon
as
I’m
dead?
Thanks.”

“Yeah,
as
soon
as
you’re
dead.”
Rico
held
his
gaze.
Behind
the
careful
facade,
Jon
could
see
the
frustration.
Rico
lashed
out
and
slammed
his
fist
into
the
wall.
“
Dios
,
I
wish
I
could
think
of
another
way
out
of
this.”

“But
you
can’t.”

“No.”
Rico
turned
away,
his
shoulders
tense.

This
was
going
to
happen.
Now
Jon
had
succeeded,
the
enormity
of
what
he
was
doing
was
sinking
in.
This
was
it.
He
was
going
to
die.
For
real
this
time.
Only
it
didn’t
seem
real.
At
least
it
would
be
over
soon.

“I
want
to
see
Alex
before
we
leave.”

Rico
swung
around
to
face
him.
“Shit—you
can’t
say
good-bye.
Do
you
think
she’ll
calmly
go
back
to
sleep
and
let
you
do
this?”

“I
won’t
tell
her.”

“You
do
know
she’s
going
to
make
my
life
hell
from
now
on.
This
is
going
to
be
my
fault.
Dios
,
I
might
just
come
with
you.
Get
it
over
with
fast.
Put
me
out
of
my
goddamned
misery.”
He
took
a
deep
breath.
“Go
on.
Go
see
her.
Skylar
will
get
the
shuttle
ready.
I’ll
go
keep
Tannis
busy.
But
you
need
to
be
off
this
ship
in
half
an
hour,
or
Tannis
will
be
expecting
you
at
that
meeting.”

“I’ll
be
there,
and
thank
you.”

“What
for?”
Rico
snarled.
“Sending
you
to
die?”

Rico
stalked
from
the
room.
Skylar
shrugged
and
followed
him.
She
paused
in
the
doorway.
“I’ll
see
you
at
the
shuttle.”

Jon
stood
in
the
empty
room.
This
was
the
right
thing
to
do,
the
only
thing.
Glancing
down,
he
noticed
his
feet
were
still
bare;
he
must
remember
to
pick
up
some
boots
after
he
saw
Alex.
That
way,
at
least
he’d
die
with
his
boots
on.

His
steps
were
slow
as
he
made
his
way
back
to
Alex’s
cabin.
He
leaned
against
the
doorway.
She
was
curled
up
on
the
bed,
but
she
wasn’t
asleep—her
eyes
were
open,
and
she
was
watching
him.

He
had
no
clue
what
to
say.

Rico
was
right.
If
Alex
got
any
inkling
of
his
plan,
she
wouldn’t
let
him
go
without
a
fight.
So
maybe
he
shouldn’t
say
anything.
Maybe
he
should
give
her
something
to
remember
him
by.

Holding
her
gaze,
he
stripped
his
clothes
and
stalked
purposefully
toward
the
bed.
Her
eyes
widened,
then
her
gaze
dropped
to
run
over
his
body
in
a
way
that
made
the
blood
rush
to
his
groin.
He’d
been
hard
from
the
moment
he’d
seen
her,
now
his
cock
throbbed
with
need.

She
opened
her
mouth
to
speak,
but
he
gave
a
slight
shake
of
his
head,
and
she
closed
it
again.
He
rested
one
knee
on
the
bed
beside
her,
slid
his
hands
around
her
narrow
waist,
and
lifted
her
toward
him.

This
was
no
gentle
lovemaking.
He
didn’t
feel
gentle.
He
kissed
her
hard,
his
tongue
forcing
her
mouth
open
then
thrusting
inside.
For
a
moment,
she
went
rigid
in
his
arms,
but
then
she
melted
into
him.
Her
legs
wrapped
around
his
waist,
her
arms
around
his
shoulders,
and
she
kissed
him
back
with
her
mouth
wide
open,
her
small
tongue
pushing
against
his.

His
hands
cupped
the
globes
of
her
ass,
and
he
straightened
and
turned,
backing
her
up
until
she
was
supported
by
the
smooth
metal
of
the
cabin
wall.
He
reached
between
their
bodies
and
parted
the
drenched
folds
of
her
sex.

Alex
groaned
into
his
mouth
as
he
fondled
the
swollen
mass
of
nerves,
then
he
surged
into
her
in
one
forceful
lunge,
filling
her
completely.

He
pinned
her
against
the
wall
as
he
thrust
into
her.
She
accepted
him
easily,
and
for
a
second,
he
stayed
still,
savoring
the
hot,
wet
tightness
around
his
shaft,
the
sense
of
coming
home.
She
wriggled
against
him,
and
he
gritted
his
teeth
and
withdrew
slowly,
held
himself
poised
against
her
as
he
stared
down
into
her
face.

Her
eyes
flickered
open.
“Please,
I
want
all
of
you—I
won’t
break.”

He
nodded
once
and
shoved
into
her
hard.

He
would
show
her
how
it
could
be,
the
power
and
passion.
With
that
thought,
he
released
the
last
hold
he
had
on
his
control.
Then
he
was
slamming
into
her
fast,
and
she
welcomed
him.
Her
head
thrashed
from
side
to
side,
urging
him
on
with
muttered
pleas.
The
pleasure
was
building
in
his
balls
and
cock,
tiny
explosions
shooting
along
his
nerves,
until
his
whole
body
hovered
on
the
edge
of
combustion.
She
was
close
too,
her
fingers
biting
into
his
shoulder,
her
hips
bucking
against
his.

He
lowered
his
head
and
sucked
one
swollen
nipple
into
his
mouth,
biting
down
as
she
squirmed
against
him.
He
reached
between
them,
rubbed
her
clit
with
moist
fingers,
and
she
threw
back
her
head
and
screamed.
He
held
her
tight,
continuing
to
thrust
as
her
body
spasmed
around
him
until
the
pleasure
was
unbearable,
and
he
exploded
into
her.

She
wrapped
her
arms
around
his
neck
and
hid
her
face
in
the
curve
of
his
throat
as
he
pumped
his
seed
into
her,
and
still
the
waves
of
pleasure
washed
over
them
both.