Blood Lust - Alexandra Ivy Page 0,29
ask questions later, even if they do assume he’s a human.”
Dammit. His heart gave an odd twist, and he lifted his hand to rub his thumb over the plush softness of her lower lip.
Just a few hours ago she’d been pressed beneath him, her cheeks flushed with an arousal she couldn’t hide. In that moment he hadn’t cared that his daughter was in the next room, not to mention the Mave and the Tagos. Or that he’d considered this woman the enemy for years. Every fiber of his being was desperate to wrench aside the heavy comforter and run his lips over every inch of her satin skin before he was spreading her legs and entering her with one deep thrust.
And now she was sabotaging his cynical belief that he was more likely to find a unicorn in this world than a truly good person....
He abruptly dropped his hand, feeling as if he’d been burnt. This was dangerous. He’d spent a lifetime honing his iron control over his reactions. It was the only way an assassin could survive.
She wasn’t supposed to be an irresistible sexual temptation. Or a loving mother. Or a tender female who could be concerned about a male she barely knew.
Christ.
Warily she watched him, no doubt wondering if he was about to bite. She should be worried. He wanted to sink his teeth into her. The tender curve of her throat, the soft curve of her breast, the silky skin of her inner thigh . . .
He clenched his hands as the truth struck him with the force of a cement truck.
He had to have her.
Not here. Not now.
But soon.
Very, very soon.
Realizing she was studying him with a growing concern, Bas gave a sharp shake of his head.
“Can you give me the directions to the compound?” he forced himself to ask, handing her his phone.
After typing in the coordinates to the compound, Myst shoved the phone back into his hand.
“There,” she muttered.
“Stay here, I won’t be long.”
He glanced around to make sure no one could approach her without going past him before he crossed the annex to stand beside his enforcer. He held up his phone to show the map that Myst had pulled up.
“Here are the coordinates.”
Kaede used his own phone to study his target, his brows drawing together as he plotted his strategy.
“It won’t be easy to slip in and out unnoticed,” he said with his typical understatement. The compound was sixty miles north of Casper in the middle of nowhere. It would be impossible to get near the place without alerting the natives. “I’ll travel to the nearest monastery and go in as a Brother who wants to join the commune.”
Bas absently shoved his hands into his pockets, his fingers automatically wrapping around the small locket he’d tucked into his slacks before leaving the hotel.
“Myst wants you to be careful.”
Kaede glanced toward the slender female who was swathed in black robes.
“She’s not the woman you thought she was,” he said in low tones.
Yet another epic understatement.
Bas grimaced. “No, she’s not.”
Kaede shifted his attention back to Bas. “Are you sure you want to take her to the Keeper of Tales?” he demanded. “There are rumors that he likes to play nasty games with people who petition for his services.”
Bas had heard the same rumors.
Along with wild tales that he kidnapped human women to fill his harem, performed blood sacrifices, and ate small children for breakfast.
It made it impossible to sort the truth from the fiction.
All he knew for certain was that the strange creature was an expert in the history of their people, and had the rare ability to decipher prophecies.
“If anyone can help Myst it will be Boggs.”
Kaede gave a grudging nod. “Don’t let him screw with her head.”
Bas swallowed a curse as a renegade anger clenched his muscles.
Christ, was he jealous at Kaede’s obvious concern for Myst?
What the hell was wrong with him?
“You worry about your own head,” he warned, attempting to disguise his lunatic reaction. “I prefer that it remain attached to your neck.”
Kaede gave a slow lift of his brows. “It will take more than a bunch of inbred yokels to decapitate me.”
Usually Bas would agree.
There were few people who could match Kaede in strength, speed, or cunning.
But he also understood there were few people more dangerous than fanatics.
“They’re trained soldiers who’ve proven a willingness to kill, and it’s rumored they own a stash of illegal weapons that were created specifically to destroy high-bloods,” he reminded the enforcer.
“Worry about your woman,