Anita Blake - Flirt Part 6

He rubbed his face against mine harder, his lips pressing along my cheek. "It feels good; I can smell that you think so, too."

"Get the f.u.c.k off me!" But anger wasn't the right thing, either, because my beasts all reacted to anger. I had a moment of those other shadow beasts moving in the dark of me, but the lioness shoved them back. I watched her pull her lips away from those sharp teeth and draw the air into her mouth, scenting over her Jacobson's Organ, so she could literally taste his power on the air.

He had his arms pinning mine, but only above the elbows, so that I could draw one of the knives and start to turn it into his arm. I wasn't thinking about anything but getting him off me. Another hand grabbed mine, knife and all, and more power flared from that hand, too, so that the three of us were suddenly bathed in the power as if we'd all three fallen into a warm bath all at once. Our heads were below the water and we were drowning in the power. My necromancy folded away. It was just gone. It had given me a little more control of the lion in me; now I was bare to the power, to the pull of them.

I heard Jacob say, "Jesus," and then his power smashed into all of it and it was like a fist smas.h.i.+ng a house of cards. It scattered the power, stripped the energy, and shut down both of them. He tried to shut down my beast, but he couldn't. She snarled at him inside my head, and the sound trickled out my mouth.

He pulled both my blades from their sheaths and threw them on the ground, so he could tear Nicky away from me. Nicky went into a crouch, hands at his sides. He had both my guns in his hands, but he threw them to the ground in the bushes beside the knives so they faced each other bare-handed.

I thought about going for a weapon, but they'd missed the big knife that sat under my hair and down my spine; if they didn't touch me again I wouldn't be unarmed. And I was still too busy trying to control the animal in me to mess with their fight. The lioness's emotions/thoughts were loud in my head. She thought they were strong, and liked it, and wanted to make them fight over us and save our family. I tried to explain to the beast that we needed them alive until they called the sniper, but it was too complex for my lion. I leaned against the truck and concentrated on controlling my breathing, quieting my pulse, and having her hunker back down into the gra.s.s. It wasn't time to make our rush; we'd miss our prey. It was too soon; save your energy for the last big run save your energy for the last big run. That she understood. Conservation of energy is a very real concept for a predator. We needed to wait for our timing to be just right.

"We are not going to fight over her, Nicky. Remember who you are. Remember what you are."

Nicky blinked the one eye that wasn't hidden in his skater-cut bangs; it had gone to lion amber. He growled at his friend.

"Nicky, we're on a job."

Nicky closed his eyes, fists at his side. He hugged himself tight. "Your eyes have changed, Jacob. Your f.u.c.king eyes s.h.i.+fted."

The words made me look at the other man's face and see him blinking pale yellow eyes. His own eyes had been a pale enough gray that it hadn't been as obvious as Nicky's eyes going from blue to amber. They both almost s.h.i.+fted. Lycanthropes as powerful as they were didn't lose control in a public parking lot; they just didn't.

Jacob turned those lion eyes toward me, his human face holding them like they belonged, or maybe I'd just spent too much time looking at Micah's leopard eyes to think it was weird. "You're in heat."

I shook my head. "I don't know what you mean by that."

"Yeah, you do," he said, voice getting quieter, more controlled. He bent to pick up the guns and said, "Take off the arm sheaths so we can put the blades in them. If you do what the client wants, you get it all back at the end of the night."

I honestly didn't know what it meant for a werelion to be in heat, but I didn't debate with him, just started unbuckling the wrist sheaths. "Call your sniper off. It's not my fault that we've been delayed."

He nodded, shoving one of the guns into his waistband and handing the other to Nicky, who took it and tucked it out of sight under the baggy tank top. Jacob got his cell phone out and called. "Stand down for now. She's cooperating." Silence. "Yes, keep on him, but just observe." He looked at me; his eyes had gone back to human gray. "I know you don't have complete control when you're in heat, but if you do that again in an enclosed s.p.a.ce like a car, we won't make our deadlines. That means that the next call that I need to make to the snipers on your men might not get made in time. Do you understand that?"

"You're saying that you both might forget your job and we'd just f.u.c.k our way through the deadlines while my boyfriends died."

"That's exactly what I'm saying, so it's in everyone's best interest if you keep a lid on it."

"I will do my best," I said, and meant it. I handed him one of the knife sheaths. We were both careful not to touch bare skin to bare skin as he took it from me.

"Look at me," Nicky said.

"Don't push at this," Jacob said.

"Lions are weird about weaknesses; I just want her to see. Maybe if her beast knows, she won't want me anymore and the power won't turn into a fight between us."

Jacob nodded. "Good idea."

"What's a good idea?" I asked.

Nicky lifted that long fall of blond bangs away from the right side of his face. His right eye was missing. Burn scars traced over the empty socket, caressed the edge of his cheek, and covered where his right eyebrow should have been. I looked because he seemed to want me to. I didn't look away because I was sharing my bed with a vampire that made Nicky's scar look like child's play, though the whole eye destroyed was worse. Asher had all the parts he was supposed to have; just some of them were nestled in burn scars.

Nicky blinked the one big blue eye at me, then let the hair fall back into place, and just like that it was hidden. "Most women, especially women, look disgusted or scared. You don't look either."

I shrugged. "If you know everyone in my bed then you know scars aren't a deal breaker for me."

"You mean the vampire with the holy water scars," he said.

I nodded.

He seemed to think about that for a few seconds, then nodded. "Guess you've seen worse."

"It's not about worse, Nicky; it's about the fact that the scar is just another part of you. Not bad, not good, just you." I held my left arm out so the flat of the arm showed. I pointed to the mound of scar tissue at the bend. "Vampire." I touched the claw marks next. "Shapes.h.i.+fted witch." I traced the knife wound that made the cross-shaped burn scar a little crooked now. "Knife and burn were both human servants of different master vampires." I touched the flat, slick scar on the upper part of the arm. "Bad guy's girlfriend shot me." If I hadn't been afraid I'd flash the knife sheath under my tank top, I'd have showed him my collarbone scar. "I've got a few others, but we'd have to be better friends for me to show you those."

He studied my face. "Most werelion females don't want a one-eyed mate."

"It's an old scar," I said. "I'm a.s.suming you've compensated by now."

He nodded. "But I've got a blind side in both forms; it's a problem in a fight."

"I fight my own battles most of the time."

He grinned. "Which is why you don't have a mate yet, and why your lioness is in heat. If you'd picked a mate, it wouldn't have happened."

I would talk to our local lions about leaving that part out, but in their defense I wouldn't have believed them. I'd have just thought it was Haven trying to get back in my pants after the fight we had. No, I couldn't blame this on them.

"It's not just heat," Jacob said, "it's f.u.c.king powerful heat. No female has ever made me lose it like that."

"So neither of you has mates, either," I said.

"She's right, it's not just her being picky that made this happen."

"It's said a man of a certain age and property is in want of a wife," I said.

"Did you just quote Pride and Prejudice Pride and Prejudice?" Jacob asked.

"I guess I did, embarra.s.sing, sorry."

"I wouldn't have known what book, or who you quoted," Nicky said, not like he was happy with it.

"But I get what you mean with the quote," Jacob said; "my hair is starting to gray and I've never taken a real mate. I've never committed to a territory and my pride is all males, except for one, and she's not into guys, so it's not a problem."

"We travel too much for women and kids," Nicky said.

Jacob nodded. "That's what I keep telling myself. Now get in the car, Anita. We've still got a job to do. Remember what I said about controlling your side of the problem. Nothing we could do would be worth the lives of your lovers."

"Agreed," I said.

He handed me my jacket. I slipped it back over the empty shoulder rig, but still had the big knife down my spine. He held the pa.s.senger door for me, and I didn't protest the gallantry, though under the circ.u.mstances it seemed weirder than normal. Nicky got in behind me and leaned against the back of my seat. "I wish you weren't the job, Anita."

"Me, too," I said, and meant it, though probably not for the same reason he did.

Jacob got in behind the wheel and said, "Buckle up; it'll slow you down by a few seconds if you decide to do something stupid."

I buckled up. "So we go on with your plan?"

"Yes," he said, "nothing's changed."

"So you'll still kill the people I love if I don't raise the dead for your client?"

"Yes," he said.

"Yes," Nicky said from behind me.

"Then we're clear," I said.

Jacob started the engine. "Yeah, we're clear. You'll kill us if you can, and if you're sure it won't get your people killed. We'll kill you if you force us to."

"Great," I said, "we all know the rules then."

"Why aren't you afraid?" Nicky whispered from behind me.

"Being afraid won't help."

"People are brave, but you can always smell the fear, taste their heart speed up. But you aren't. You really aren't any of that."

"If I get afraid, or p.i.s.sed, then my pulse rises, and my heart races, and my blood pressure goes up and it's harder to control the beasts. Jacob was clear; I can't afford to lose control in the car with you guys."

"So because you have to be in control, you will be, just like that," he said.

"Just like that," I said, and watched where Jacob drove so if I lived through the night I could take the police back to their client and arrest his, or her, a.s.s.

"If I'd known what you were we might not have taken the job," Jacob said.

"Nice thought, but it doesn't really help us out, does it?"

"No, we took the client's money, we have to deliver."

"Then it doesn't matter to me if you feel guilty or not, Jacob. In fact, I think it's worse that you're going to maybe kill the people I love, the people that make up my pride, and maybe kill me, and you'll regret it, but you'll do it anyway. That's not honor, Jacob, that's your conscience letting you know that you're doing the wrong thing."

"It's not my conscience, Anita, it's my libido, my beast, and it doesn't have a conscience."

He was right on that, but I also knew that wereanimals aren't just animals. There is a person in there and there is a conscience. The beast usually didn't care about it, and could make you do terrible things that you had trouble living with afterward, but this time Jacob and Nicky's beasts were on the same side as their conscience. It made me hopeful, and I cursed it, because hope will keep you alive, yes, but it will also get you killed in ways worse than anything you can imagine. Hope is a bad friend when men with guns have you. But my lioness and their lions l.u.s.ted after each other, sort of. l.u.s.t I trusted. Hope will lie to you, but l.u.s.t is what it is; it never lies. Hope would keep me hoping, but l.u.s.t might be a weapon I could use to divide them. Divide and conquer has been a strategy for thousands of years; there's a reason for that.

WE DROVE TO a very nice subdivision in a part of St. Louis where the yards are large, the houses larger. Some of the smaller yards had the biggest houses, as if the owners felt insecure and had to compensate for something. The driveway we finally pulled into was long and swept gracefully from the road to a house that was as big as any and had one of the largest yards I'd seen. From house to professionally landscaped yard the place breathed money and care, and didn't seem to feel it needed to compensate for anything. The whole image was so perfect you knew the architect had worked with the landscaper to make the visuals, as if a magazine photographer should pop out of the shrubbery and put it all on the cover.

"You don't smell surprised," Nicky said, as we all got out of their rental.

I just shrugged.

Jacob blocked my way up the driveway. He studied my face. "Did you know the client's address before we drove you here?"

"No."

"Are you lying?" he asked.

I frowned at him. "No, I don't know who your client is, and I didn't know you'd bring me to one of our nicer new-money neighborhoods. But I did know it had to be someone with enough money to afford your kind of help." The moment I said it, I was betting on Natalie Zell. Any woman who wanted to raise her own husband from the dead so she could chop him up with an axe then bury the pieces "alive" wouldn't blink at a little kidnapping and the deaths of men she didn't even know.

I heard Nicky close behind me and fought not to move out from between them. I never liked for my kidnappers to flank me, and really didn't like shapes.h.i.+fters this close when they meant me harm. "You're crowding me, Nicky."

"She smells like the truth," he said, but was still too close.

Jacob nodded, but said, "Give her some room, Nicky; we don't want to accidentally touch each other."

He backed up a few steps, so that I followed Jacob's broad back with Nicky trailing us. There was no talking, no questions; we just went for the front door. Nice that the client didn't make us use the servants' entrance. Did mansions have servants' entrances these days?

"No questions," Nicky said.

"No," I said.

"Most people would have questions, especially women. They always talk too much."

Jacob rang a doorbell that made a rich, melodious sound deep inside the house.

"You make a habit of kidnapping women?"

"Work is work," he said.

"Sure," I said. We waited to the tune of birdsong and someone's lawn service in the distance using a large mower.

"They talk because they're nervous," he said.

"The only one talking is you, Nicky," I said.

"I'm not nervous," he said, but it was too quick a denial, and there was a tone in his voice.

"Liar," I said, softly.

"Drop it, Nicky," Jacob said. He straightened his shoulders just a bit, and I knew he'd heard something I hadn't. A moment later the door opened and I was left staring at Tony Bennington.

Now I was surprised. "Son of a b.i.t.c.h," I said. He'd seemed so much more sane than Natalie Zell. Just another grief-stricken husband trying to bargain with G.o.d to get his wife back, but I guess when G.o.d didn't listen he'd bargained with someone else, something a little lower than heaven. When G.o.d ignores you, the devil starts looking good.

"That's better," Nicky said. "You really didn't know." But he said it soft from behind me and I'm not sure that the "client" heard him. I didn't give a d.a.m.n if he did.

"Welcome to my home, Ms. Blake." He actually did that arm-sweeping gesture to invite us all inside. I fought a really serious urge to punch him in the jaw.