Silver Bullet Part 3

Clothed, but still chained like an animal, Max waited as the others gathered in the living room.

Navarro carried a blonde woman inside and deposited her on a sofa. He kept her head in his lap while she slept off the effects of the drug used to incapacitate her and the driver while the three scientists were taken.

Max figured she must be Sidney, Navarro's new woman, by the tender way he combed back her chin-length hair.

Would he ever have that pleasure again? His fingers curled into fists, and he didn't relax until Pia descended the curved staircase, her face pale and tear-streaked.

She held his gaze, sorrow and fear trembling on her lips. Then her gaze dipped to the chain around his neck and anger sparked in her eyes.

The human guards had been found alive, lying atop one another in a corner of the courtyard, also sleeping off drugs. With a new crew patrolling outside, Quentin and Darcy were the only residents missing from the meeting.

Max's stomach clenched as the magnitude of his failure hit him. Darcy was dead because he'd fallen for the pack's ruse. They'd drawn him away from the compound with a calculation far too sophisticated for a random act. They'd deliberately pulled him away, leaving the pregnant women, Darcy and Lily, vulnerable. And he'd fallen for it. He'd abandoned them when they'd needed his protection most.

In her condition, the gutsy woman who'd been his teammate on the Special Unit's task force hadn't stood a chance. He could well imagine how Darcy had been attacked, mauled by one of his kind. The images replayed in his mind, sickening him to the point he was ready to suffer the group's rage.

His head hung low, his body weary beyond words. His relief at Pia's presence only momentarily lifted the shadows crowding in to suffocate him.

"We have to a.s.sume Zachary Powell was behind the plan," Navarro said, his expression stony.

Lily wept softly, sitting on a sofa with Pia's arm draped over her shoulder. "Christ, did you see Darcy?"

Pia shook her head. "Quentin wrapped her body in a sheet, and took her to their quarters." She drew a shaky breath. "He won't let anyone inside."

Joe yanked on Max's chain, his expression cold and set, his eyes dry now and deadly.

Max wondered if Joe even remembered that once they'd been tight. Close as brothers. Before Joe had been turned into a bloodsucking demon. And before he'd learned Max was a born werewolf. His born enemy.

"Is it really necessary to keep him chained?" Pia asked, glaring at Joe. "He didn't have a d.a.m.n thing to do with this."

"Says who?" Joe's voice was low and filled with scorn. He swept the room with a glance. "He joined a little gathering outside The Compound. Told us so. If he'd been on our side, he would have taken out a few. Do you see a scratch on him?"

Pia's lips tightened and Joe wondered if the others' condemnation was shaking her loyalty.

"He and his kind killed my child." Joe's lips curled back in a snarl. "They f.u.c.king ripped open Darcy's belly to get it."

Max's gut roiled at hearing how Darcy had died. No wonder Joe was ready to skin him alive. "Pia, maybe you shouldn't be here."

Her face blanched and her eyes filled. "Not Max. He didn't do it."

She shook her head in denial, but another's voice spoke for her.

"No, he didn't do it."

Max jerked his head up at Navarro's quietly spoken words.

"But he has an idea who might be involved."

Navarro stared so intently Max felt the vampire burrowing inside his thoughts. The hairs on the back of his neck lifted, and Max tried to close his mind. The vamp was a G.o.dd.a.m.n psychic! He could almost feel him sifting through his thoughts, searching for the clues that would betray Max's blood oath to his own kin. He tried not to think of his brother and the pine thickets of his home. Tried to return the unblinking stare without giving away secrets that would endanger his whole clan.

"You've seen something," Dylan said softly.

"I see confusion and grief," Navarro replied, "and enough anger that Joe had better not take his eyes off his friend for a second. I also see family." Navarro canted his head, his eerie stare unwavering. "A golden wolf."

Max bared his teeth and growled.

"You wonder whether your clan is involved."

Max swung his gaze to Pia, anything to give the vamp another image and throw him off his current path.

Pia's heart-shaped face wore a pinched expression. Her brown eyes were enormous, but her gaze held his, her heart in her eyes.

Max's chest grew tight. He hated having her see him like this. Chained like a rabid dog. Never had their differences been so sharply drawn into focus. She stood firmly in the vampire camp. He wore a d.a.m.n collar.

At least, she was safe. The panic he'd felt when he wasn't sure whose blood scented the air, had eased. She'd have others around to console her. Other than Pia, not a soul would regret his death. His own family thought him a traitor for loving a vamp and working alongside others. They reviled him for failing to bring them the breeder, Lily. Or, at the very least, to kill her before she bore Joe's children.

"As unsettling as their breach of our security," Dylan said, clearing his throat, "is the fact they took Dr. Deats and his a.s.sociates. Why would werewolves need geneticists?"

"They are in league with Zachary Powell," Navarro murmured.

Max shook his head vehemently. "Never! They wouldn't conspire with a vampire."

Navarro has to be wrong!

"But they have," Navarro said, his gaze dropping to the woman who stirred against his lap. His lips thinned. "They knew we were arriving with the three scientists. It's certain they wanted to take Lily, too, but they had a second aim. Zachary Powell orchestrated this."

"If that's true," Dylan said, his jaw clenching, "then we have a war."

"We are at an impa.s.se." Navarro studied each person a.s.sembled in the room. "We must know where the scientists have been taken and for what purpose." His gaze finally came back to Max. "We will need your help to do this."

A reprieve? Max's breath caught in his chest. Was it possible he might escape death tonight? He shook his head again. "I won't betray my people."

"Perhaps your kind doesn't know what sort of vampire Zachary Powell is. You need to tell them." Navarro nodded. "Both our species must cooperate to defeat him."

Relief flooded his body as Navarro's intention became clearer. "I agree," Max said without looking up. "He's a danger to both our communities and risks the balance we maintain with humans." He raised his head. For the first time since awakening, hope and purpose filled him. "I can help, but I want these chains removed."

Navarro studied him for a long, intrusive moment, and then nodded.

Dylan unsnapped his lead.

"I don't believe this." Joe held up his fist with the silver chain glinting in the lamplight. "You think you know what's in his mind? That he'll really help us? He hates us."

Pia rose from the sofa and circled behind Max to unclasp the collar from his neck, and then trailed a finger on his skin. "Max doesn't hate you, Joe," she said, holding Max' s gaze.

Max snorted.

Pia rolled her eyes and glared. "And he never wanted Darcy harmed. Don't let your grief cloud your judgment."

When the collar loosened, Max grabbed it and flung it to the ground, and then rose swiftly to his feet. "I'll go to them. I'll tell them what I know. My clan isn't involved. But they may be persuaded to use their ties with other groups to find the wolves responsible for tonight's attack."

"And what then?" Joe asked. "Will they be punished for what they did? They were only warring with the enemy."

"They killed a pregnant human woman," Max gritted out.

"Leave before morning," Navarro said, still combing through Sidney's hair as her eyes blinked dreamily. "Joe will accompany you. Dylan stays here."

"No! With the chip on his shoulder," Max said, jerking his chin toward Joe, "he'll be dead the moment we step into were territory."

Pia clasped Max's hand. "I'll go, too."

"No, Pia," Navarro murmured. "You remain in the compound-incentive for Max's return."

"You think you need a hostage?" Pia asked, her brows lowering.

Max squeezed her hand. "I want you safe."

Pia snorted and tried to tug away her hand. "Stop the macho horses.h.i.+t." She turned to Navarro. "You're sending the two of them off alone? They'll kill each other."

"They will cooperate," Navarro said in the same level tone.

"I won't leave Lily," Joe said, glaring daggers at Max. "They may come back for her."

"You will leave her," Navarro said, his voice growing clipped. "I'll personally watch over her. Her children are precious to us."

Lily's lips pouted, her expression growing mutinous. "Our children aren't anyone's business but our own."

"You bred with a vampire," Navarro said, his unblinking gaze swinging to Joe's wife, "an act unheard of for centuries. You have invited scrutiny."

"This is nuts. We're just people," Lily said, struggling to rise from the sofa. "Okay, so you're dead people. But we didn't know we were starting the next Armageddon."

Navarro's mouth held the ghost of a smile. "Joe, your wife will get along famously with Sidney-when she fully wakes."

Sidney's lips curved into an answering smile, but her eyes dipped closed.

Joe sighed. "I'll do what I have to. If it makes us safer, and if I can find the wolf that killed Darcy, I'll be satisfied." He rounded on Max and tossed the silver chain at his feet. "But I'm sticking to you like a flea on a dog's a.s.s."

Navarro shook his head. "Don't kill each other until this mission is done. You have use of my jet. Pack and say your farewells."

Max followed Pia, crowding behind her into the room, not allowing her a moment to regroup before he was on her, pressing his aching c.o.c.k against her sweet a.s.s.

He rucked up her skirt, reaching beneath for the sliver of silk s.h.i.+elding her p.u.s.s.y. "Baby, I can't wait. I have to be inside you now."

"Hurry," Pia sobbed.

He tore away her underwear and pushed her facedown, bent over the mattress. "Open up, baby." Smoothing his hand over her naked backside, over the soft globes of her a.s.s and between, he kneed apart her thighs. "I need you higher."

Pia moaned and knelt on the edge of the mattress, widening her legs, letting him see everything he craved to cram himself deep inside. She sobbed and her head sank to the bed. "Hurry please, Max."

He unzipped his jeans, and from one breath to the next, slid inside her melting warmth. "G.o.dd.a.m.n, Pia," he said, his voice harsh. He stood over her, one arm braced on the mattress, as he pressed inside, shoving past muscles already constricting and pulsing with arousal, ma.s.saging his shaft until he was ready to blow. He cursed. "Gotta slow down."

"Do, and I swear you'll be sorry." Her voice was thin and high.

He grunted, unable to tell her everything he felt. "Been hearing a lot of that lately," he grumbled, glad to be alive and thanking G.o.d he had one more night with this woman. He withdrew partway and slid back inside, setting the rhythm of their upward climb, sharp and fast.

"That's better. Oooh, just like that!" Now her voice was urgent, crooning.

His thighs slapped her bottom and upper thighs, harder, louder, and he bent over her, surging in powerful glides that rocked her body. He reached beneath her and palmed a breast, wanting to connect with her every way he could, c.o.c.k, body, soul. h.e.l.l, if he could climb inside her he wouldn't be close enough. He never wanted to leave.

He squeezed her breast, grunting again when she squealed and slammed backward, her c.u.n.t clamping hard around his c.o.c.k.

He couldn't hold back a second longer.

"Now Max, I'm coming now!"

He growled and pounded into her, his strokes so powerful she toppled from her knees. He followed her, hammering faster, climbing onto the mattress, dragging her up by the waist to hold her where he needed her.

Pia's hands fisted in the coverlet and she writhed, her face pressed into the mattress, her breaths coming in short gusts with each stroke.

When the moment came, his o.r.g.a.s.m swept over him like a dark wave, blinding him and sucking the air from his lungs. c.u.m gushed, emptying his b.a.l.l.s, flooding her c.u.n.t with the salty spray of his release. He bit her shoulder to anchor himself until the storm pa.s.sed.

For long moments afterward, he continued to rock against her, loath to see their joining end. So little time left.

"Max," Pia whispered.

He murmured and kissed the indentations he'd left on her shoulder.

"Max, you'll come back for me, won't you?"

He stilled, his arm tightening around her waist. Knowing the vampires' penchant for bugging rooms, he kept his response cryptic. "I can't make any promises. I'm not sure what I'm heading into."

Her breath caught. "I love you."

Max slid out of her body and rolled her toward him, settling her close to his side. "If I'm left a choice, I'll come back for you, Pia." He pushed back a lock of hair sticking to her moist cheek and cupped her face, memorizing its heart shape and the golden brown of her eyes. Then he glided lower over her soft, slender curves, amazed as always that she could take all of him. And not just his body.

He remembered too how defiant and pa.s.sionate she'd been when he'd f.u.c.ked her with a wooden stake. She'd trembled and moaned, trusting even before she knew him well not to harm her. "You believe me, don't you? That I didn't have anything to do with what happened here tonight."

Pia's eyes welled with tears. "You know I do. I know better than anyone what's in your heart. You couldn't have wanted anything to happen to Darcy or her baby."

His jaw clenched. "I know I don't say it much, but I love you, baby." He leaned down and kissed her tenderly.

If there was a G.o.d, he had one h.e.l.luva warped sense of humor. He'd given Max the only woman he would ever love-and made her a vamp. Lifting his head, he stared into her moist eyes. "Again?"

Max cranked up the radio in the rental car.

"For f.u.c.k sake!" Joe said from the backseat, where he lay with a blanket covering all exposed skin. "Will you turn it down? I'm trying to get some sleep back here."