Wild Thing (G3) by Shayne Maggie & Liu Marjorie M. & Day Alyssa & Brook Meljean

Author:Shayne, Maggie & Liu, Marjorie M. & Day, Alyssa & Brook, Meljean [Shayne, Maggie]
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Tags: Paranormal, Fiction, Romance, Fantasy, Erotica, Short Stories
ISBN: 9780425225448
Publisher: Berkley
Published: 2009-01-06T08:00:00+00:00

He was taking too long.

Lucas glanced at his watch, shook his head. At his feet, the box of theater paraphernalia was half-full.

Olivia’s walls were half-bare.

He knew what had possessed him to start this task, but he didn’t have to finish it that evening. It was enough that he’d begun.

He turned and found his reason watching him, a smile curving her cupid’s-bow mouth. “You’re late,” she said. “Everyone’s expecting you. And I believe every one of them sensed what we were doing in bed earlier.”

Perhaps that was why her shields were up. Not completely, but tight and strong. He gestured to the box. “Marguerite and Pierre might want a few of the posters or photos; I’ll mitigate the damage with this.”

She glanced around the room. She stood evenly on both feet, her thumbs tucked into the waistband of her skirt. “If you give me permission, I can vanish it all into my cache. Dump it at a charity.”

“Maybe another time,” he said easily, though apprehension coiled in his stomach. Dump it. Such a careless phrase. He’d sensed that Selah didn’t think much of Olivia, but she’d kept it well hidden. For his sake. He knelt and lifted the box. “Perhaps my next consort will enjoy feeding and fucking me in her predecessor’s bed.”

The hurt that crossed her features and projected from her psychic scent was well done. Olivia, in her best role, had never come as close to convincing him.

But Selah would have shown nothing at all. “That wasn’t kind of me. I’m sorry,” Lucas said. “I’m just wound up.”

Her face brightened. “I can think of a way to unwind you.” She formed her wings. “Flying . . . and we can swing by and check the Gate on the way to Pierre’s.”

“I think a walk might be what I need, actually.” A slow walk. Take as much time as possible. “To clear my head.” His shields would be down; he had to fill his mind with thoughts of Selah.

The real one.

The demon’s smile widened. “That sounds lovely.”

His gun was downstairs. He had nothing to fight with. And he’d seen her speed, her strength.

Go willingly, he thought.

It was the hardest damn thing he’d ever done.

On her second pass over the city, Selah flew low over Pierre and Marguerite’s apartment. Voices and minds and music were all at high volume; she teleported to the balcony, then raised her shields as high as she could without alarming the vampires.

“That made me want to puke,” said one from the shadows. “The beaming from one place to another.”

Selah turned, recognized the teenager. Scott. An unlit cigarette was in his hand. “It does many people.”

“And vampires. But not Guardians?”

“Some.”

“Demons?”

She smiled and glanced through the balcony doors into the apartment. She didn’t see Lucas in the crowd, and it was too loud—in every possible way—to pinpoint him by sound or psyche. “I don’t teleport many.”

“Why not just send them back to Hell?”

“They’d be able to return through the Gates . . .” She broke off, shaking her head.

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