Ecstasy in Darkness (Alien Huntress #5)
Page 3“Seriously. How long have you been walking around with this huge crush on me?”
“Like you could handle me.”
“Egomaniac.”
“Narcissist.”
Noelle glanced at the unmoving McKell and tsked under her tongue. “What an amateur.”
“I know, right? Mia said he’d be a challenge.”
“Clearly our idea of a challenge differs.”
“Who falls for the lesbian act anymore, anyway?” Ava asked with a disappointed shake of her head.
“Men. Always.”
“Yeah, but this one’s a vampire.”
Noelle patted the top of Ava’s head as if she were a child. And stupid. “A vampire with a penis.”
“True.”
As if the insects surrounding the camp realized the vampire no longer posed a threat, they began to sing and chirp. Amid the chorus, she and Noelle approached McKell. He still sat upon that rock, still held those blades, only now he was immobile. Both of them crouched so that they were eye-to-eye with him.
“He really is beautiful, isn’t he?” Noelle observed.
Since Ava wouldn’t be enjoying him anytime soon, she saw no reason to praise him. “He’s okay, I guess.” God, those eyelashes stretched forever. And up close like this, she could see the flecks of emerald mixed with the violet of his irises. What an odd combination. Odd but gorgeous. Even better, there was a rose tint to his cheeks, as if he was flushed with arousal. For her and only her.
Noelle patted his cheek, just as she’d done to the top of Ava’s head. “Don’t let this destroy your desire for me, McKell. Like I told you, I called dibs, so if you just cooperate with Mia, you and me will be rolling around in bed before you know it. Well, maybe. You were a very naughty boy, and I’ll need to tame you first.”
What was AIR going to do with him? Ava wondered. Question him, yes. She knew that. Test his blood, she knew that, too, since certain vampire blood was the only thing that could defeat a deadly alien virus that caused cannibalism in humans. But would they torture him for hurting several agents? Keep him locked up for the rest of his life? Eventually kill him?
A shame if they did. So pretty. “Let’s discard his weapons and drag him to the car,” she said, straightening. Better to get back to business than consider circumstances she couldn’t hope to change. And shouldn’t want to change.
Most people towered over Ava. She hated it, but no one had invented a way to artificially lengthen legs, so she’d learned to deal. And by “deal,” she meant she beat anyone who teased her into a bloody pulp. “Hence the reason I said drag and not carry.”
A groan. “Why not call AIR and have them swoop in to pick him up?”
“Because we’ll miss our Victory Walk through headquarters.”
Indecision played over her friend’s beautiful face. “I do like a good victory walk, but I don’t like the thought of sweating. Oh, I know!” Noelle brightened. “If you drag him on your own, you can have him. We’ll pretend I never uttered the word dibs.”
“Hell, no. I already told you he’s too cranky for me. He’s all yours.”
“You need to get laid more than I do. Your last overnight relationship”—she air-quoted the word relationship—“was, what? Six months ago?”
“Seven, thank you very much.” And five minutes after the guy had fallen asleep, she’d snuck out. As always. But she’d known then, as she knew now, that having sex with him had been a mistake. He was an AIR trainee like her, and now that all their coworkers knew he’d nailed her—he had a big, stupid mouth—the other guys assumed she was easy, and constantly made a play for their turn.
How much worse would the situation be if she slept with a criminal? Even so sexy a criminal?
“Lookit. I’m only thinking about your health,” Noelle said. “You’ve been so tense lately, and—oh, my God! I just had the best idea.” Grinning, she clapped and twirled like a toddler who’d just discovered a room of candy-flavored toys. “Let’s take pictures with him before you drag him to the car.”
Split-second subject changes were a Noelle Tremain trademark. “No way. And you’re helping me drag.”
Ignoring her, Noelle settled on McKell’s lap. “Me first. I plan to tell everyone he’s my new boyfriend. Since he is. Someone, and I won’t mention your name, Ava, is just being stubborn about a little heavy lifting.”
She was the stubborn one? Ha!
But she knew when she was beaten. Noelle wouldn’t budge until she had her pictures. Sighing, Ava withdrew her cell and captured a few images while her friend switched poses. Over and over again. If she wasn’t mistaken, murderous rage blazed in McKell’s eyes the entire time. Way to poke at the bear. And yet she never stopped snapping those pictures. And not because of Noelle.
One, McKell was completely edible on film. Something a guy like him had to appreciate. And two, once AIR had him, she probably wouldn’t see him again and definitely wouldn’t be able to point at him and say, “Guess what? I bagged and tagged him,” to other agents.
Now she could say the words, and when those agents replied, “There’s no way a shortie like you could have taken down a hulking vampire like McKell,” she could bust out the photos. Everyone would be impressed. They’d stop looking at gutter-raised, baby-faced Ava like she needed to be in a kitchen baking cakes—or in bed waiting for a man and charging two hundred an hour.
“All right. We’ve got enough pictures to fill a scrapbook. Let’s do this,” she said. “I wanna go home. I’m starved.”
“Fine. I’ll help carry. But FYI, you’re always starved,” Noelle muttered, frisking the vampire and tossing his weapons to the ground.
For some reason, the fury in his eyes increased from I-could-explode-and-kill-you-both murderous to I-could-explode-and-take-out-the-entire-world nuclear. As if removing his guns and knives was a far worse crime than capturing lifelong images of his shame spiral.
Ava did the same to his left armpit, wholly aware yet unwilling to let it detour her. “What do you mean, I’m always starved? What are you trying to say?”
“Oh, sorry. I thought I made that clear. I was saying you eat too much, and maybe you should have rethought the miniskirt tonight.”
They hefted his big, heavy body up, and her biceps immediately began to shake.
“I look fat to you?” All hundred and twenty pounds of her? Most of which was muscle, if she were being (kind of) honest. Damn, that irresistible butterscotch. She ran her tongue over her teeth, even though she knew Noelle was prodding her only to energize her. “Oh, poor thing, I think one of your contacts has slipped. Let me help.” With her free hand, she slapped her friend on the back of the head. Hard.
“Ow! I don’t wear contacts, and you know it.”
“My bad.”
“From lover to fighter,” Noelle said with a dejected sigh. “Sad, really, that you let our romance die so quickly.”
Ava bit her lip to stop herself from laughing. What a great day this had turned out to be, she thought. And really, it was only going to get better.
How could it not?
Three
As the females tugged him through dirt and leaves, occasionally dropping him, tearing his pants, his skin, kicking him once out of spite because he “could stand to lose a few pounds,” McKell seethed.
Puny humans. Taunt him, would they? Take pictures of him in this hated state, would they? Take his weapons, would they? He, who didn’t share anything. Ever! And that wasn’t the worst of their crimes. Kiss in front of him and not finish what they’d started, would they?
They would learn the error of their ways. Soon. He would teach them, as they’d just taught him.
He hadn’t expected them to follow through with their “desire” to kiss each other. Much as he’d wished otherwise. Neither had smelled of lust, so he’d known the pretend affection was for his benefit. He’d expected them to lean in, then launch themselves at him just before contact. That’s what he’d prepared himself for. That’s when he would have frozen them in place and drank from them one at a time before sending them back to AIR, defeated and humiliated.
When they had kissed, he’d been momentarily blinded by lust of his own. The dainty hands of the tiny one, roving over the Amazon’s body … his blood had heated, singeing his veins. He’d suddenly wanted those hands on him. Roving over his body.
Suddenly? Liar. He’d imagined touching her since the first moment he’d spied her. Which had been a shock. Humans were food to him, nothing more, and a man didn’t play with his food. Honestly, he shouldn’t have wanted her—Ava, that was her name, and it was as soft and delicate as she appeared—in any way. Not even as sustenance.
He’d gorged only an hour before her arrival, and should have been satisfied for the next six days. But the moment she’d entered his camp, he’d smelled her—orchids, sunlight he’d loathed until that moment, and some kind of sugary candy completely unique to her—and his mouth had watered. His shaft had ached. He was absolutely certain he’d smelled something as decadent at some point in his long, long life, though he couldn’t recall when or what.
His reaction was explainable, though. He’d been without a vampire lover for months, so his body would have lusted after anything. So why didn’t you want the tall one who called “dibs”?
He ignored the flaw between the two rationales. And what the hell was “dibs,” anyway? He’d visited this surface world many times before being kicked from the vampire caves, but he’d never heard the term. Was it some type of ownership? Probably. The females seemed to think he now belonged to Noelle.
Well, he belonged to no one. The only female he would have bound himself to was Maureen, known here as Bride McKells, but she’d chosen to give herself to another. To Devyn, king of the Targons. As if McKell weren’t good enough. As if he wasn’t a thousand times better than that bastard Targon scum. McKell had slaughtered entire vampire villages in less than an hour. With no aid! He was good enough for anyone.
Even Ava, who hadn’t wanted to do Noelle’s laundry to be with him. Laundry—the washing of clothes, for God’s sake—when there were hundreds of vampires who would have been willing to cut out their own hearts to even touch the dirt on his boots. Well, maybe not hundreds. Thousands was probably more accurate, he decided in the next instant, refusing to give in to self-deprecation. He was a prize, damn it!
Even still, now he just wanted to be on his own, left alone, with time to come to grips with the horrid topside eternity that awaited him. And in a hundred years or so, he should be able to say, “mission accomplished.” Maybe.
All he knew now was that he hated this world. The sun, burning his beautiful skin and ruining part of his day every damn day. The cloying scents of human food and perfume. AIR constantly trying to “chat.” Annoying.
“Come on, Noelle. Put your back into it!” Ava said, irritated.
“I am, damn it! But I can’t help it if I’m not strong enough to lug around this much dead weight.”
“You’re a hundred pounds heavier than me. You should be running laps around me.”
“A hundred pounds? You bitch! You better watch your back, because I will punish you for that whopper.”
Clearly, they despised each other. He’d dealt with humans all the many centuries of his life, stealing them from this surface and carting them underground to keep them as food-slaves. Most argued, yes, but only enemies had argued like these two, calling each other hateful names, complaining, kissing—uh, never mind that last one. That devastating kiss had no bearing on the situation. What did: he could use their dislike of each other to his advantage.
“You once pushed me and the weights you’d tied around my waist into oncoming traffic,” Ava growled. “You’re strong enough for this. You’re just lazy!”
Noelle had once tried to kill Ava? That, he didn’t like for some reason. But he wouldn’t worry about that now. She meant nothing to him. Well, except maybe breakfast.
“Your brain has clearly rotted,” Noelle snarled. “I’m as lazy as Mia Snow on steroids, adrenaline injections, and caffeine overload.”
“Don’t make me kick your ass.”
Would they ever kiss again? he wondered, then scowled. No, they wouldn’t kiss again, because he was going to murder them both. If they didn’t kill each other first. Which seemed highly likely. They were predators, both of them, and they’d probably scratch each other to death if they ever got into bed. An arousing thought. An irritating thought, since they didn’t deserve a single moment of pleasure.
“I swear to God I’m going to stab you in your heartless chest with a butter knife if you don’t—oh, good. I see the car,” Ava said with relief. “Act like my friend for five more minutes and actually help.”
“Have I told you yet that you’re a bitch?”
“No. You’ve been too busy tilting McKell so that I’d have to take the brunt of his weight.”