"Cool, 'cause where the Neterus are right now, I can't go. It'll blow my cover and then the next time I go behind enemy lines, I might get smoked."
She nodded and stepped closer. "I will, as you say, have your back, and will valiantly deliver all that you have to tell me."
"I can't tell you, I have to show you," he said, no fraud in his statement. "This science is too twisted and way too sensitive . . . real complicated. But if you allow me to put the images in your head and you take this straight to Carlos, he'll be able to decode it in an instant . . . and I won't get f**ked up if somehow you get waylaid by the wrong side."
"I stand at your ready."
Yonnie walked back and forth for a moment, rubbing the nape of his neck as he studied her. He was more than ready. Problem was,he had to get his hunger in check.Both of the competing desires. After witnessing a coronation with only blueberry pancakes on his stomach, he was getting shaky. He also hadn't fed since Lilith bestowed daylight on him, which was erotic as hell . . . then this beauty had attacked him, hand-to-hand combat with a blade. The adrenaline had spiked her blood and dried in her sweat, creating a layer of sweet allure all over her skin. Not to mention the deeply philosophical conversation they'd just had.
"I am trustworthy," she said, stepping forward, appearing alarmed that he might not believe in her loyalty.
"I'm not," he said, staring at her. "Telepathy is a very sensual act . . . you know that, right."
"I do," she stated flatly. "In Nod, that is all we had."
Damn . . . a woman who gave good head . . . for a moment, he just looked at her.
"Okay, listen, these images are gruesome-and I have to make it look like we were engaged in some mental foreplay and I got sloppy. This way, if the message gets intercepted, it won't seem like I'm playing both sides, feel me?"
She nodded. "I will go along with the ruse to protect your secrets for the cause. I have seen horrors in Nod as well. I can take it."
Yonnie blotted his forehead with the forearms of his jacket. "Good, baby. But once you get to Carlos, have him pull that bullshit out of your head with a silver siphon. The other thing I want you to ask him to do is to override my black box with a silver shield."
She tilted her head in a question. He chose his words with care.
"Right now, there are only two entities that can legitimately override my telepathy to get inside your head. One is the ultimate dark angel and the other one is his wife-you understand?"
She gasped and he pulled her to him and spoke into her ear. "That's right. I went in deep and low, baby. So, if any other demon comes for your head, they'll bump up on my border and figure you're just mine. But C puts an extra mind layer around members of his team that even the lowest of the low can't break. Want you to have that, too, so you can't be used as a pawn. Once he sees these images, he'll know why."
"All right," she whispered, her body fitting against his. "I had no idea it was this bad. Thank you for considering my safety."
Yonnie's hands slid down her back, caressing supple skin wherever he found it."For the cause, right?"
"Yes . . . for the cause," she murmured as he dragged his jaw up the side of her throat.
"If only I had more time . . ." He let his breath out hard and steadied himself, refocusing on the issue at hand. "After I blow your head up, I'm going to shockwave you to the other side of the country. I gotta do it like that so the bad guys just think I busted a daylight nut and don't come looking for you. But as soon as you hit the asphalt, I want you to get up, look around,find a beef and beer joint. Go in cool, though, sis. They're heavily armed on the Light side. I can't escort you in there without blowing my cover. But you tell them you're from Nod and Carlos will understand."
"Busted a-"
"Don't worry about it, you'll catch on to the lingo once you're here a while. Main thing is for you to get this to the Neterus as soon as possible once I'm done."
"All right, but what about my weapons?If it is a soldiers' den that could come under attack, I should be armed."
"Sho' you right."
He slid his hand down her hip until they both shuddered, making her scabbard appear and then disappear against her left side. Holding his arm out from him without breaking the seal between their bodies, he materialized her blade in his hand and then slowly sheathed it at her side, making it disappear in increments as it slid into the scabbard. She moaned as though he'd entered her, briefly closing her eyes. It was impossible not to drop fang after the morning he'd endured.
When she looked up at him again, they were both breathing hard, but she didn't seem afraid, even though he hadn't retracted his incisors.
"And my quiver and bow?" she murmured, moistening her bottom lip with her tongue.
His hands slid over her shoulders and then he slowly slid his palms between her br**sts one at a time, allowing her to see the straps before they disappeared.
"Arrows are in there . . . I can't make silver disappear," he said, staring at the way her ni**les had tightened beneath her shirt. "But I can cover the top of the quiver with leather and conceal that. Just open the flap to get to them."
She nodded and swallowed hard. "Thank you."
"I'll put your bow on your righthip, tie it with a leather thong . . . cool?"