Darker (Alexa O'Brien Huntress Book 6) Page 8

  His shit-eating grin vanished. “She summons demons. And, it ain’t for tea parties.”

  My jaw dropped. She was just a child. “But how? Why?”

  “It doesn’t matter,” came his flippant reply. “As long as we can use it.”

  “Is that all you see her as? A tool? An object?” I resisted him when he tried to shove me away from the window. The result was another Taser blast that had me seized up on the floor. I bit my tongue, and blood filled my mouth.

  Agent Asshole stood over me. “A weapon, actually.”

  It was several minutes before I could get up. As I struggled to get my stiff muscles to move again, I thought of all the ways I’d love to kill him. One day the FPA agent would look back on this night with regret. So much regret. He was my victim; he just didn’t know it yet.

  “Alright, enough with the dramatics,” he barked, hauling me to my feet. “Keep moving. We’re not there yet.”

  I held my tongue, knowing if I opened my mouth a growl would come out. My wolf itched to bury my thick fangs in his throat, but she would have to wait.

  Though we skipped several doors, he showed me a few more of the FPA’s prisoners. From a seventeen-year-old pyrokinetic to an elderly necromancer, it was like taking a walk through the living museum of hell.

  “Dreamwalker,” Agent A boasted as I looked in upon a middle-aged woman reading and doing her best not to acknowledge us. “Ever seen one? They don’t sleep much.”

  Still I said nothing. Within that room lay my key to the lock that held me bound to Shya. The dragon etched into the flesh of my forearm burned. I owed Shya a dreamwalker. Only then would he release me from our deal and remove his mark. I knew I would never do that. Handing over a human being to Shya would make me as evil as he was. Though I might be many things, that could never be one of them.

  I gave a wistful sigh which Asshole mistook for fearful acceptance.

  “Ok, that’s enough,” he announced. “Time to show you to your cell. I mean room. This will be worth it even if I never make Captain.” Again with the cackling chuckle. “If you live through the night, maybe you’ll prove to be useful after all.”

  “What are you talking about?” I studied Hastings, finding his solemn expression unnerving. He wouldn’t make eye contact, focusing instead on a door near the end of the hall.

  I gasped when Agent Asshole began to aggressively frisk me. He relieved me of my phone, the only personal belonging I had on me.

  “I suppose I’ll have to report this.” He sounded disappointed. “Maybe I’ll forget for a day or two. Give you some time to get reacquainted. If you survive the reunion.”

  Hastings pulled out a set of keys that included a swipe card with each one. He unlocked the deadbolt, ready to follow up with the swipe card. “Ready?”

  “Are you going to leave me in these things?” I indicated the cuffs.

  Agent Asshole considered it. I willed him to free me. Cut off from using my power, I felt naked and helpless.

  With a nod to Hastings, Asshole trained his gun on me, inches from my face. Ignoring my request, he watched as Hastings opened the door just wide enough for me to enter. Then, he shoved me through the dark opening so hard that I fell inside. Unable to catch myself, I landed painfully on my back with my bound arms beneath me.

  “Hey, werewolf,” Asshole spat. “Welcome to the execution chamber. This is where we put the trouble makers. Found a use for your vampire after all.”

  With that, the door slammed. There was a thud as the deadbolt slid into place. I rolled over and pushed to my feet. The strong, honey sweet vampire energy swept over me, and my heart stuttered.

  I turned to take in the room. Hope gave way to relief and then renewed fear. My gaze slid over the double bed, the nearby writing desk and the vampire standing in the center of the room.

  With five centuries of bloodlust in his mismatched eyes was Kale.

  “Not you,” he said in a broken whisper. “Dear God, not you.”

  Chapter Seven

  Kale stared at me, uncertain and confused, as if he couldn’t be sure I was real. Something passed behind his eyes, a glimpse of someone I knew. Then, it was gone.

  I had wanted so badly to find him here. I hadn’t really allowed myself to believe I would. Before I could react or speak, he moved in a blur, shoving past me. With both fists, he pounded on the window.

  “Not her, you mother fuckers! Anyone but her.”

  The rage emanated from him. It swirled around me, a cloud of anger that I responded to against my will. I was burning with the urge to reach out to him with my power, to draw in his sinfully sweet energy. It called to the part of me that was all vampire; that side of me recognized him as mine.

  Slowly, he backed away from the door, away from me to the opposite wall. His fists clenched and unclenched. His eyes darted around, settling on me in brief intervals.

  “You need to get out of those cuffs. You have to be able to fight.” Squeezing his eyes shut, Kale shook his head vigorously, battling a hunger that wouldn’t be denied.

  When at last he dragged his gaze to mine, I saw the eagerness for blood and death burning in his gorgeous eyes. One brown, the other blue, it was a mesmerizing feature that promised to enchant his victims as he killed them.

  “I don’t think I can. The cuffs are on too tight.” I concentrated on slow, steady breaths, knowing my fear would only entice him.

  “Try.” His pupils dilated, a dangerous sign of excitement. “Try hard.”

  I strained against the cuffs, testing their limits. They were damn tight. My only chance of slipping them would be to shift. I could potentially slip them during the change. Being wolf in this place couldn’t possibly be a good idea. It would also mean being nude in human form once the change shredded my clothing. Decisions, decisions. If it meant surviving Kale, I’d do what I had to.

  “Kale? Talk to me. What have they been doing to you?” If I could keep him talking, I might buy myself a few minutes before he tried to kill me.

  He didn’t answer. Instead, he stared at me as if he was seeing someone or something else. A stranger. A victim. He might have seemed coherent, but I was fast realizing he wasn’t all there.

  “Kale?” I tried again. My big plan to find Kale and bust him out of here couldn’t have gone more pathetically.

  “This can’t be real,” he said more to himself than to me. “I’ve been waiting for it too long.”

  A frown creased his brow. His dark brown hair was dishevelled. Shirtless and barefoot, he wore only pants. He had a primal appearance that triggered every one of my defenses. I understood Agent Asshole’s remark about the execution chamber. He’d thrown me in here expecting Kale would kill me, and judging by the bloodlust’s madness lurking in the vampire’s gaze, I was as good as dead. Once he snapped, it was all over. I had to get out of the cuffs.

  I slid down the wall to the floor. I stretched my arms as far as I could, trying desperately to slide my cuffed hands over my butt so I could pull my legs through and have my hands in front of me rather than behind. I’d still be bound, but it would give me a better chance to defend myself physically.

  It was a tight squeeze. My hands nearly became stuck beneath my rear end. Gritting my teeth, I forced them to move. Something pulled in my shoulder, but a moment later, my hands were in front of me. I stood up quickly, keeping my back to the wall and Kale in my line of sight.

  Kale began to mutter to himself, something low and hard to make out. To me he said, “This is all your fault.”

  Before I could tell him to snap out of it, he was on me. I brought my hands up to protect my throat, but it was useless. He grabbed the handcuffs and used them to slam my hands against the wall above my head. Pain shot through my wrists, and I whimpered. No matter what he did to me, I wouldn’t scream. That’s exactly what he would want.

  With his free hand, he grabbed my chin and forced me to look into his eyes. It wasn’t difficult for him to draw me into his thrall. With my power cut off, I was una
ble to combat the strong pull.

  “Why can’t I escape you?” His words dripped both venom and wonder.

  My instinct was to tap my power and toss him across the room. Unfortunately, the mere act of reaching for it ricocheted it back at me with searing intensity. I gave a startled yelp. Having my power tied was unnatural and agonizing.

  “The tables finally turn,” Kale murmured, leaning in to press his face to my hair. Inhaling my scent, he ran a finger down my neck, dragging it over my jugular. “I’m not the one at your mercy this time. I’m going to enjoy this.”

  Sweet, soft-spoken Kale was absent from the creature caressing the throbbing vein beneath my skin. My mouth was as dry as cotton when I tried to speak. Nothing I could say would stop him. The FPA had done a good job of breaking what was left of his already fragile hold on sanity.

  “I came for you,” I said quietly, fighting to stay calm.

  “You came for freedom from the guilt. You put me here when you refused to release me from your clutches.” Kale brazenly ran his tongue over the vein he’d touched. “Time to finish what you started.”

  I cowered against the wall. If he bit me, he was getting my knee in the groin. The touch of his mouth on my flesh was alarming and unwelcome. Hungry and possessive, his intentions were clear. This was not the lusty touch of a forbidden lover; it was the predatory manipulation of a killer.

  “You’re out of your mind. This isn’t you, Kale.” I tested his hold on my hands, but he held tight. “It’s this place and these people. There’s something evil here.”

  In response to my words, the small desk lamp flickered a few times. The murky sensation of the basement dweller was stifling. It was influencing Kale as it had Arys, as it had tried to do to me. From what I’d seen, vampires were more susceptible to it. Good for me earlier. Bad for me now.

  “There are many evil things here. Including you and I.” He sucked at my sensitive skin, his fangs scraping over the fount of blood beneath the surface.

  A pulse of dizzying energy caught me in his trap. Despite my growing fear, my body responded to him, betraying my mind and confusing my heart.

  “Please, don’t do this.” Inwardly, I cringed. Begging would only feed his fire, yet as my panic rose, my rationale failed me.

  His head snapped up, and his eyes blazed with wicked hunger. “I’m not ready for you to beg yet. But, I’d love to hear you scream.”

  His free hand slid around my throat, tightening just enough to limit my air intake. “Pain?” Kale taunted with a vicious grin. “Or pleasure?”

  Before I could feel relieved that he so quickly released my throat, he slid a hand between my legs. A fresh flood of adrenaline hit me. I wouldn’t have thought I had any left to spare, but the uncharacteristic action had me ready to fight.

  I bared fangs, and a snarl slipped from my lips. This couldn’t be happening. Not like this. Not with him.

  “Don’t worry, Alexa.” He oozed mesmerizing charm. “I’d never force you. I don’t have to. Because you want it.”

  “Like hell I do. Stop this now before you do something you’ll regret later. I can help you, Kale.” Even as I spoke, my will was being manipulated.

  The alluring draw of his heady vampire essence stirred my desire for him to life. I always wanted him but not like this, as his victim. As hard as I fought, I was falling under his spell. My will faded fast. With little more than clothing between us, his teasing fingers coaxed forth a groan.

  “You said once that you never wanted it to happen like this,” I accused. I was running out of time.

  “That was before you abused your power and made me your bitch.” Bitterness colored his words. He stroked my sweet spot, smiling when I gasped.

  Kale was high on the thrill of the hunt. I couldn’t get through to him. It was just a game, one he would inevitably win. What would Arys think when it was Kale who killed me?

  The warm rush of arousal chased away what little remained of my resolve. Kale had five centuries of seduction and bloodshed driving his careful strategy. We had shared one hurried, wild rain swept encounter, yet he had never touched me intimately like this. I longed for him to devour my body and blood.

  With a sudden fright, I realized how strong his influence was. A final surge of desperation forced me to act. I brought a leg up between us and shoved my foot into his midsection. I shoved with all the strength I could muster, launching Kale across the room. His grip on my cuffed hands slipped but pulled me forward in the process. I caught myself before falling. With hands clenched into fists, I braced for his retaliation.

  Kale wasn’t put off for long. He picked himself up and eyed me with a spark of malevolent glee.

  “Alright then. Pain it is.”

  Shit. I didn’t wait for him to come at me, not after a comment like that. As awkward as it was with my wrists attached, I succeeded in landing a blow that left my knuckles hurting. After landing a few more, it dawned on me that he was allowing it. Never a good sign.

  I backed off, putting as much space between us as possible. Kale swiped at a dribble of blood dripping from his bottom lip. Then, he laughed, a sound so tainted with evil it made my skin crawl.

  “Last chance to change your mind,” he offered, taking slow steady steps toward me.

  “Here’s an idea. How about you change your mind, and instead of trying to kill me, you help me find a way out of here.”

  “Tempting. Though honestly, I’ve spent weeks locked in this hole thinking about what I would do if I ever got my hands on you again.”

  He threw me before I saw it coming. I crashed into the desk and hit the concrete floor. It skinned the palms of my hands and caused the cuffs to dig into my flesh. I did a quick check to see if I was bleeding but didn’t think so. Blood would be very bad.

  On my knees, my hair in disarray around my face, I peered up at him. No semblance of anything that had ever been human looked back at me. Kale was all vampire. I was going to die in here with him. The FPA had gotten what they wanted all along: me at their mercy. I should never have come here. I could almost hear Arys in my head scolding me for such a dumbass move.

  No sooner had I thought of him than I felt his presence in my mind. The waves of his worry reached me and guilt struck.

  ‘Where the hell are you? I’m looking for you.’ Arys’s annoyance translated just fine through our mental connection.

  Instead of trying to form a coherent thought, I allowed him to see through my eyes. Together, we watched as Kale dragged me to my feet.

  “He’s here, isn’t he?” Kale asked, holding me tight. “I can feel him. Good. He can watch.”

  I fought to get away, but he was stronger than I was. My power gave me an edge over Kale. Without it, I was a flailing, panicking mess.

  ‘Oh, hell no.’ Arys’s sudden fury burned inside me as if it were my own. ‘He’s a dead man.’

  Arys’s intent to come for me had my panic going into overdrive. ‘You can’t come in here,’ I told him. ‘You know what it does to you.’

  Kale shoved me down on the bed. The squeak of springs was loud, and his weight atop me was suffocating. I thrashed violently, doing all I could to escape. He pinned me easily. Pressing his groin against mine, Kale shoved my hair aside and bit into my neck with a vicious snap of fangs.

  It hurt dreadfully. I screamed, unable to hold it back. Blood poured from the wound. Kale swirled his tongue over the bites, making a strangled sound of pleasure as he did so. He was getting off on the fact that Arys was present for this.

  I felt Kale grow hard against me, and my heart leaped into my throat. The more I fought, the more persistent he was. He jerked my pants down, taking my underwear along as well. The muggy basement air caressed my exposed flesh, and for a moment, I thought I heard disembodied laughter. This place thrived on such acts of terror and violation.

  ‘Fight him, Alexa. You have to.’ Arys wasn’t able to hide his panic.

  “Kale, please,” I shouted, my voice bordered on hysteria. “Don’t do
this. It’s not you. I know it’s not you. Please.”

  When he looked into my eyes again, I fell silent. His delicious energy rolled over me, trying to drag me back under. I saw my way out, and I took it. Kale forced two fingers inside me. With a soft moan, I allowed it to happen. I invited it. Playing the wanton victim wasn’t hard.

  Arys was a silent witness. What he saw, what he felt through our connection, repulsed him, not because of what Kale was doing to me, but because I was allowing it and even enjoying it.

  “Kale,” I purred like a sex hungry seductress. “Kiss me.”

  Without hesitation, he pressed his lips to mine. I drank in the scent of him and the taste of my blood in his mouth. It mingled with the blood coming from his cut lip. It was bittersweet. As our blood taunted my lust for him, our violent reality crushed that secret dream where Kale and I made sweet love the way we never would. Arys’s presence gave me the strength to resist Kale’s vampiric charms. It was both a blessing and a curse. I clung to our twin flame connection, seeing it for the rare and wondrous thing it was.

  Kale’s attention returned to my bleeding neck. He sucked at the bloody bite while exploring me with his fingers. Though I was faking the glamoured victim act, I couldn’t deny the pleasure he stirred within me. That was real.

  I counted to three and brought my knee up into his groin as hard as I could. He cried out in pain and rolled onto his side. I grabbed the lamp from the desk and smashed it over his head. It slowed him but didn’t put him down like I’d hoped, so I went for the chair next. It was heavy and wooden, slamming into his skull with a sickening thud.

  I held it ready to bring down again, but Kale didn’t move. I nudged him just to be sure he wasn’t trying to fake me out. I set the chair down but kept it close while I fixed my clothing. Thank God for having gotten my hands in front of me. I wouldn’t have stood a chance with them behind me.

  ‘I really don’t give you enough credit,’ came Arys’s relieved thought.

  ‘Isn’t that what I’ve been saying for a while now?’