One Foot in the Grave

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"Bastard hits harder than a f**king freight train."
I just smiled. "I know."
"You've schooled them brilliantly, Kitten."
Cooper had just been perked up with a blood chaser, and Bones glided over to me.
"They are without a doubt the toughest humans I've come across," he said to Don next. "With the additional strength of blood, they'll be equal to a young vampire."
Bones kissed me on the forehead as he spoke. That single touch, combined with the past couple of hours of watching his shirtless predatory ballet, made me react in a purely instinctual manner. My loins clenched, greedily demanding attention.
Uh oh. I had to get out of here. Fast. Before the boys picked up on the fragrance of my lust.
"I'm off to clean up; I'm sweaty. I'll, ah, see you all later," I said, and practically ran out of the room in my attempt to salvage my dignity.
"Where do you think you're going?" I heard Tate ask, with an edge to his voice. "Wrong way, Bones. The men's showers are in the opposite direction."
"I'll file that away with all the other information that doesn't pertain to me" was Bones's mocking reply.
I ignored them and kept going, reaching my locker room, shutting the door, and stripping off my clothes in a blur. A cold shower, that's what I needed.
Tate's voice still reached me through the door. "Got something you're embarrassed to show us, vampire?" he taunted.
Bones merely laughed. From the sound of it, he was almost at the door.
"Just not stupid. Where would you rather be?"
"Don't answer that," I heard Juan caution Tate, and then Bones came inside my locker room.
I was already under the cold spray of water. When Bones turned his eyes to me, I shivered, but it had nothing to do with the chilly liquid.
"Not here. It's...inappropriate."
Bones removed his pants and kicked off his shoes in a single motion that made my breath catch. He came toward me, reaching behind me to turn the water from cold to hot.
"Sod 'em," he responded, kneeling in front of me. His mouth caressed my stomach. "I want you, Kitten, and you want me." His tongue snaked out and moved lower with relentless accuracy. "That's all I care about."
I clutched his shoulders as my knees went weak and my worries over propriety went out the metaphorical window. The hot water poured over us in much the same manner as the blood now racing through me.
"I'm going to fall," I warned him with a gasp.
"I'll hold you," he promised throatily.
I believed him.
When we emerged an hour later, my face was flushed from sex, the heat of the shower, and the look Tate gave me when I walked into my office. He was waiting for me there. Bones had stopped by the lab again for more blood extraction, per Don's request.
"Christ, Cat, you couldn't even wait until later to crawl into the coffin with him?" Tate asked, giving his head a disgusted shake.
That succeeded in dampening my good spirits. "First of all, none of your business, and second, how do you know we weren't just talking?" We weren't, but that wasn't the point.
Tate snorted rudely. "My senses just got put on steroids, remember? Not only could I hear you-now I can smell it on you. You reek of it, even after your shower."
God, how could I be so stupid? Frankly, I was used to being the only one with extra perceptions.
"Then I switch to my first point, which is that it's none of your business." No way was I going to cringe under his gaze.
Another snort, but with bitterness this time. "Yeah, you've made that crystal-clear."
The pain on his face stopped my next spiteful remark. "Tate. I'm not trying to hurt you or prove anything. What happens between him and me doesn't have anything to do with you."
As if mentally summoned, Bones appeared in the doorway. Tate brushed by him without acknowledging his presence, throwing a last parting comment to me as he went.
"You might not be out to prove anything, but he sure as hell is. Forget him wearing your panties around his neck-he just smothered himself in your scent."
"Ready, luv?" Bones asked, ignoring Tate.
"Is he right?" I didn't let it drop, even though I could already guess the answer.
Bones regarded me with all seriousness. "Partially. I always want you, and you know how fighting gets my blood up, but did it cross my mind that I'd be literally rubbing his nose in it? Yes. Better he lose his illusions, fast, when it comes to you. But would I have acted any differently if we were alone? Of course not. I can't get enough of you."
"This isn't going to be easy," I grumbled as we headed toward the exit.
Bones shrugged. "Nothing worthwhile ever is."
Chapter Twenty-Eight
BONES WAS VERY BUSY THE NEXT DAY, PULLING in his people from around the nation and even across the globe. He wanted them nearby when he told Ian that he'd found me and had hostages. Bones made me stay put while he went to my house and fetched my cat, who hadn't been happy to be left alone for two-plus days. Then the next morning we woke up at ten, frightfully early for us both, and headed straight to the compound.
"You said you had captive vampires here, right, Kitten?" he asked after we arrived.
"Yeah, three of them, why?"
Bones clucked his tongue in contemplation. "They might be useful. Let me see them."
Tate, Juan, and Cooper accompanied us down to the lower level where the vampires were housed. The guards averted their eyes when Bones walked past, having been instructed by Don not to interfere, but they had never seen a vampire unfettered and strolling about. Their obvious discomfort filled the air.
"In this pen we have Grumpy," I narrated, flipping up the concealing liner that hid the vampire in his prison. It was only raised when the other guards were safely out of eyesight. Since Tate, Juan, and Cooper were juiced with Bones's blood, they could look at him and not worry. "His real name is Dillon, or so he told us. He's about thirty, I guess, in grave years."
Dillon's blue eyes widened when they met the cool, appraising brown ones. Bones nodded, indicating he was done viewing him.
"Next is Jack, but he's known as Chirpy. He's got a real high-pitched voice, hence the nickname. I'd say sixty? Seventy? We snagged him at a baseball game. He liked to drink the beer vendor girls."
Sixty or seventy again referred to his undead years, but the living ones didn't seem far off from that number, either. Jack was small, wrinkled, and frail-appearing. Right up until he'd try to rip your throat out.
"And this"-I raised the last shield to reveal the blond vampire I'd captured months ago-"is Sunshine. We don't know her real name; she never told us."
As soon as Sunshine looked up, she vaulted off her cot in a blur of speed to press herself against the glass.
"Bones! How did you get here? Never mind, just kill them and let me out!"
"Belinda, fancy seeing you here," Bones chuckled. "Sorry to disappoint, but I'm not here to rescue you."
"You know her?" I asked foolishly, since it was obvious.
She touched the glass. "How can you say that, after what we meant to each other?"
I stiffened, but Tate jumped right in. "You f**ked Sunshine?"
I was waiting for his reply as well, with a pointed glare.
"We didn't mean anything to each other aside from a few shags, Belinda," Bones answered the question bluntly with his rejoinder.
My hands clenched. Now I wished I'd killed her instead of capturing her.
Juan said something in Spanish I couldn't follow, and to my added amazement, Bones replied in the same language. Juan's forehead crinkled as he laughed at whatever the exchange was.
"That's rude," I snapped, not amused in the slightest. Somehow I knew they weren't discussing Sunshine's-or Belinda's-teeth.
For the first time, I looked her over as a woman, and I didn't like what I saw. Belinda was very pretty, even without a smidgen of makeup. She had long blond hair, hence the nickname we'd given her, big breasts, and a small waist on top of curvy hips. Her cornflower-blue eyes complemented her full pink lips. All the better to kiss Bones with...
"Sorry, Kitten," Bones apologized, switching back to English.
Juan clapped me on the back. "He speaks better Spanish than I do, querida."
"Apparently there are a lot of things I don't know about him," I purred dangerously.
Tate hid a smile behind a sudden cough.
Bones turned back to Belinda. "Quit batting your lashes at me. If you're in there, then you tried to hurt her." He nodded at me. "So you could shrivel to dust for all I bother. However, your stay here could be more pleasant if two things happen. The first involves the lovely lady at my side. She would have to agree. The second pertains to your total cooperation or, failing that, your gruesome, prolonged death. Are we clear?"
Belinda nodded and stepped back from the glass. I shut the obscuring screen, since her face was more than I wanted to see anymore.
"I for one vote for her gruesome, prolonged death," I said as I stomped away. When we were out of the holding level for the vampires, I rounded on Bones.
"You and her? Eww."
My three captains hung back, but with their new hearing abilities, it didn't matter. Bones crossed his arms and let out a resigned noise.
"Kitten, this was before you. It didn't mean anything."
I understood that, but still. This felt worse than when I'd met another of Bones's previous girlfriends, Francesca. At least she'd been helping us track down a scumbag who used to run a Meals on Wheels with humans as his main course. Belinda, who I'd met when her roommate brought me home thinking I'd make a nice dinner for two, had no such saving attributes.
"Clearly it meant something to her."
Bones shrugged. "Then kill her, if it makes you feel better. Can't say I'd blame you, and I truly don't care. If you like, I'll do it myself."
That stopped me in my tracks. By his face, Bones was serious. He really would kill her, or just stand by and watch while I did.
"I don't murder people just because I'm jealous." Not yet, anyhow. "Fine. I'll be adult, even though the thought of you with her makes me want to hurl. So, then. What's your idea?"
Tate, Juan, and Cooper filed into the training room. They weren't wearing full battle gear, which would have been a bulletproof vest, a flexible silver-lined neck protector (which I designed after Dave's death), or automatic and semi-automatic guns complete with silver cartridges. No, they were each wearing just the usual cotton pants with crewneck T-shirt that all our team wore while training.
Except this was no ordinary training operation, even by our standards. Next to me, Bones held Belinda in an iron grip. Don, safe in his overlook box above us, looked decidedly bleak. He hadn't liked this idea. Neither had I, but that didn't mean I couldn't see the merit of it.
"Are you guys ready?" I asked.
My tone was calm, belying my inner churning stomach. All three men nodded.
"Then take a knife, each of you. Just one."
They complied, going over to the container where we had knives piled up like so much garbage. I glanced at Bones. He nodded once and then bent to Belinda's ear.
"Remember what I told you," he said very softly, yet his voice dripped with ice.
Then he released her, and she charged like a blond Tasmanian devil at my men.
They scattered, moving with a speed that would have been impossible for them a week ago. Pumped full of Bones's blood, however, they managed to avoid her first grab. Tate spun behind Belinda, flinging his single knife at her back, and it lodged to the hilt right where her heart would be.
She swung around, reaching behind her while I barked out a reprimand.
"That's great if you're intending to kill her, but I told you to treat this situation like a test run for Ian's guards. If they're dead, what hostages am I supposed to bargain with?"
A fleeting look of sheepishness crossed Tate's face. "Sorry," he muttered. "Just knee-jerk reaction, I guess."
Belinda snatched the knife out of her back and flung it at Tate's feet.
"Asshole," she growled at him.
Bones gave me a knowing look. "See why I insisted on steel knives instead of silver? I reckoned one of them might panic and go for the kill instead of the capture."
I knew it was more than nerve-wracking to face a vampire with nothing more than a single weapon, but Tate and the others had to master their emotions. Not only would it be bad for bargaining purposes to be without hostages, but if we slaughtered Ian's men, I was guessing he'd be even more unreasonable to deal with.
"Your objective is to restrain Belinda with nonlethal means," I said sharply. "If you can't manage to do that, then you're off this mission. Period."
"And if after an hour you haven't restrained me," Belinda purred, "I get to taste one of you. Mmm, fresh blood. I haven't had that in over a year."
She licked her lips as she said it, eyeing them with a lustfulness that had nothing to do with sex. Juan swallowed. Tate backed away. Even the normally stoic Cooper looked uneasy. This was news to them.
"For motivation," I said coolly. "Now, who's going to be happy in an hour? You guys, or her?"
Belinda bared her fangs and leapt at them again. This time, she picked just one and dove low, knocking Juan's legs out from under him. Juan scrambled, but Belinda was faster. She had her fangs near his throat before he could push her away.