Beast of Fire -- a Demon Hunting Sexy Romance (17 page)

BOOK: Beast of Fire -- a Demon Hunting Sexy Romance
8.41Mb size Format: txt, pdf, ePub
ads

“Anything else, sir?” his new friend asked.

“Speed,” Lucan urged, offering another large bill. “I need this all yesterday.”

***

Not more than thirty minutes later, Lucan stood at the window of a luxury suite on the fortieth floor of the hotel, a computer sitting on top of the shiny burgundy-finished mahogany desk, the burgundy curtains drawn to display a breathtaking city view he was certain Kresley would enjoy. She'd been sheltered, hidden from a world that he’d seen much of. What would it have been like to get to know her? To show her the things he’d seen, to see them again through her eyes? But those thoughts were useless. He would forever be held captive by the Guardians. There was no escape. Not for him.
 

Lucan stood there at that window, gaze traveling across the city that had become his prison. This path before him should be a straight line, a simple straight line. Kill the wolf. Get the ring. Free Kresley. It had seemed that way in those first days of nightmares and visions about the wolf leader making love to his mate. But the further he distanced himself from the Guardians' mind games, the clearer he saw things. Simple had become complicated.
 

That ring was fire, one of the few things that could kill a Knight of White. How could he turn the ring over to Adrian, the Knights' mortal enemy? That ring was the key to saving Kresley, but it meant the death of the Knights of White. Happy endings didn’t appear to be in the cards, no matter how many ways he tried to think through a good ending. But somehow, someway, he had to save Kresley. He had to free her. Resolve formed deep in his core – he would find a way.
 

He turned to the desk, prepared to force himself to put aside his antsy energy, sit down, and start his research, praying for a new answer to an impossible situation.
 

Lucan reached for the chair when suddenly, a sharp pain shot through his forehead and the bracelets around his wrists started to swirl. He cursed softly and barely righted his wobbling knees. The bracelets shifted from silver to the cold, wet bodies of snakes that slithered off his arms to the floor. The reptiles shifted into human form, lethal Demons hiding in the bodies of two beautiful, blond females dressed in silver, skin-tight bodysuits.
 

They leaned into him, draping themselves over him with their lush curves, smothering him with lusty touches, hands roaming his body. Bile rose in his throat–their touch the last blow to a weak body lacking food and rest. God, how he hated this. “What do you want?” he demanded.
 

 
“You're tense, darling,” Lithe purred, her breast pressed to his arm. “Let us take the edge off.”
 

Litha eagerly offered as well, “We'll calm that nasty beast of yours for you. How about a long, hot afternoon in bed.” Her fingers brushed his cheek. “We can invite Kresley.” An ominous threat clung to the seductively spoken words.

“She’s very pretty,” Lithe whispered. “I want her.”
 

Fear for Kresley crashed into Lucan, followed by anger, anger at himself for being foolish enough to ever box himself into this hell. Lucan claimed two hard-won breaths and then blasted his arms in the air, throwing the Guardians off of him.
 
He backed toward the window, putting them in front of him, not beside him. “Kresley is to be left alone. That was our deal from the beginning, and that is how it will remain.”

The Guardians wrapped their arms around each other, pouts on their faces. “We want the ring,” they stated together. “We want the Wolf dead.”

“Then we will free Kresley,” Lithe added.

“Why do you want this Wolf dead so badly?” he demanded. “What power does he possess that you, or your precious master, Adrian, fear?”
 

Instantly, the Guardians' eyes glowed red, the charge of their anger spiking in the air like a violent, lightning strike, a moment before pain shot through his head and brought him to his knees.
 

A low growl escaped his lips. This was getting old. Real. Damn. Old. He caught himself on his hands, fighting through the pressure in his head. He snarled up at the Guardians as they stepped directly in front of him.

Rebellion flared inside him. “Oh yeah,” he taunted. “You’re scared all right."

“You’re the one who should be afraid of the Wolf," they said together. "You should fear him because he can control your woman when you cannot.”
 

“And guess what, little Knight of White,” Litha purred. “We own her. We can control her, too. If you do not kill that Wolf, we will make sure she wants the wolf. We will make sure she does anything he wants.”
 

“We will make her dream of him, not you,” Lithe added.
 

Litha smiled evilly. “We will make you watch them come together.”

“But kill him and steal our ring,” Litha added, “and we will send your pretty little mate to the snake pits for all of eternity.”
 

Lithe gave Litha a thoughtful look. “Perhaps we should send him there to prove to him we can?”
 

“No,” Litha spouted back. “There is worse punishment for him. Much worse.”

Lithe smiled happily. “Oh yes. Good idea.”
 

They squatted in front of him and each pressed a hand to his cheek. “Enjoy your dreams.”
 

Another shooting pain overtook Lucan a second before images of Kresley flooded his mind, images of her naked, shivering in Cullen’s arms, begging him to touch her. The visions shook him to the core, shook him to his soul where the beast rested. It woke with violent force, clawing at him with violent anger. Lucan felt as if he was being torn up from the inside out. He was shaking, his muscles jerking. He no longer knew what was around him, what was happening. There were only those images of Kresley in Cullen’s arms. And the pain, so much pain.
 

Lucan grabbed his head, rolled from side to side on the ground, willed away the images that refused to fade. Desperately, he reached for the part of his mind he often escaped to when the Guardians tortured him – but there was no escape this time, no place to hide. Kresley just kept calling the wolf leader’s name- – kept calling
 

 
Cullen. Cullen. Cullen…
 

And Lucan knew nothing but a need to make it stop.
 
. . the pain, the images, the wolf leader himself. It all had to stop. Lucan had to find a way to make it stop.

 

Chapter Thirteen

 

At nearly five o’clock, Kresley sat behind her desk, exhaustion forgotten hours ago when she’d started trying to reach Lucan and couldn’t get through to him. Of course, she’d pushed herself so much this past year, she'd developed a "zone" that she slid into where sleep deprivation and guilt were, at least, temporarily suspended. Worry for Lucan was another story. She couldn’t get past it, couldn’t stop fretting. Something had to be wrong with him. Otherwise, it made no sense that he wasn’t answering.
 

He’d been adamant
 
she call him to check in; he’d been bossy and overbearing – which she’d found endearing for reasons she couldn’t explain. It also lent merit as to why he would take her calls if he could. Which meant he couldn’t take her calls. Her mind had flowered with images of darkness and death. And for someone who didn’t have a creative bone in her body– not even the ability to draw a stick person–she had managed to conjure up some pretty graphic possibilities, all of which downright terrified her.
 

And waiting and wondering if Cullen would confront her over the snooping wasn’t helping matters. He’d shown up midmorning while she’d been on the telephone, his chiseled face filled with distraction. Since then, he’d had one visitor after another, several of which became extended meetings. There had been no time to find out more about him, no way to nose around unnoticed, no resource to decipher the book. All of which would matter not at all if she couldn't hear Lucan’s voice and know he was okay. She’d spent the past year living for his rescue, thinking of little else. She couldn’t lose him now.

The elevator dinged, jerking Kresley from her thoughts as her gaze shifted to the doors expectantly. A man in a custom-fitted, gray suit with a white silk tie exited the elevator and her brows dipped. Surely this wasn’t the messenger who security had buzzed ahead to warn her about? Dressed like this? The thirty-something man with razor-short, dark hair walked to the desk, and she managed to paint on a fake smile. Barely. Her mind was elsewhere. Why wasn’t Lucan answering his phone?

“Can I help you?” she asked the man.

He handed her an expensive-looking, crème-colored envelope with a fancy gold seal. “Urgent message for Mr. Moore. He’ll be expecting it.”

Kresley eyed it curiously and then did the same of the messenger. She still couldn’t get over his attire. Something was weird. "Who should I say it’s from.”

“He’ll know.”

Of course. Extracting information around this place was like pulling teeth. “I see,” she said, frowning. Maybe this was some normal delivery Sheila had forgotten to tell her about. “I’ll get it to him right away.”

“I’ll wait, in case he has a response.”

“Oh,” she said. “Yes. Okay.” Kresley pushed to her feet and rushed to Cullen’s door, hesitated, and then tentatively knocked.
 

“Come in,” came his deep, baritone voice.
 

She inhaled and opened the door, not sure what to expect. The few times she’d interacted with him during the day had been brief and with others present. She didn’t know what to say about the book, but she knew she would have to say something.
 

He sat behind his desk, a look of leadership radiating off of him, a second skin of authority, of superiority. Papers covered the top of his desk, a pen rested between his fingers. His hair was rumpled, as if his hand had been running through it in frustration.
 

Casting Kresley a questioning look, his brow arched. “What can I do for you, Kresley?”
 

There was a hint of arrogance to his tone that she already knew
 
came naturally to him, and had nothing to do with her. She wondered how anyone became that confident in their leadership role, and she admired him for such confidence. She had never felt such a thing.
   

“I have an urgent message for you,” Kresley announced, indicating the envelope in her hand. “The delivery person is waiting for a reply.”

His gaze shifted to the envelope, and for just a moment, she thought she saw him tense. His expression hadn’t changed, but something shifted in him. Lazily, he motioned her forward, but there was a sense of urgency to him that there had not been moments before. Kresley rushed forward and handed him the envelope, quickly stepping back to give him privacy.
 

She watched him study the note, his brow furrowing slightly. He showed no reaction to what he read, no sign of good or bad news. Only blank, expressionless authority.
 

Seconds passed as he stared down at the piece of paper, stared at it for too long, she thought. Finally, his long, dark lashes snapped upward, his gaze fixed on Kresley, a sense of decision in his eyes at that moment.
 

Kresley stood there, waiting for instructions, the look in his eyes stiffening her spine. An odd feeling overtook her, a sense that the note had been about her. She didn’t dare breathe, didn’t dare move – she just waited, heart pounding furiously in her ears. Was this it? The confrontation she had feared all day?

Finally, Lucan released her gaze and began scribbling a reply on the paper. Silently, Kresley let out a sigh of relief as she watched him reseal the envelope. “I’ll give this to the messenger on my way out,” he said, pushing to his feet. “Have a driver bring a car out front.” He kept several on hire.
 

“Right away,” she said, pivoting on her heels to exit, clear that this was her dismissal and glad for it. Woo. That had been nerve-wracking.
 

Kresley rushed back to her desk, explained to the delivery person that Cullen would be right with him. She picked up the phone to call for a car. The instant she replaced the receiver, Cullen appeared in his doorway.
 

He motioned the overdressed courier forward and handed him the envelope, barely noticing the man, certainly not baffled by his attire as Kresley had been.
 

Cullen turned back to Kresley. “We should talk.”

Her heart lurched. “Talk?” But she knew. About the book. The look in his eyes said he knew she knew, too.
 

“Why don’t you let me drop you off at home?” he asked, but it didn’t feel like a question. More of an expectation.
 

Home. Right. She didn’t have one of those. She had an apartment, though, but Lucan didn’t want her to return there. She considered an excuse, maybe a date, but quickly dismissed the idea. Having noticed the flare of his nostrils on several occasions while he was talking with business associates, and the way his eyes always darkened afterwards, she could only assume the man, or rather Wolf, could smell a lie. And if he could smell a lie, he could probably smell her panic.
 

Was this a trap? Were she and the Wolf about to do battle? Of course, she thought, that day was inevitable, but she wasn’t quite prepared for it to be tonight. She still knew nothing of Cullen and his weaknesses, nothing of the ring’s power beyond firestarting.
 

BOOK: Beast of Fire -- a Demon Hunting Sexy Romance
8.41Mb size Format: txt, pdf, ePub
ads

Other books

Death on Tour by Janice Hamrick
Midnight in St. Petersburg by Vanora Bennett
Underground Captive by Elisabeth-Cristine Analise
Psion by Joan D. Vinge
The Midnight Rake by Anabelle Bryant
Felix Takes the Stage by Kathryn Lasky
Two-Part Inventions by Lynne Sharon Schwartz


readsbookonline.com Copyright 2016 - 2024