Chapter Eighteen
Phineas teleported Brynley across the clearing.
Digger roared when his pounce hit nothing but air. He spun about and spotted them.
“Digger,” Phineas began, but quickly levitated with Brynley when the bear charged again.
“Digger, stop!” Brynley yelled at him.
Digger shifted back to human form. “You need to get away from him, little lady, so I can kill him. He’s an alien.”
“I’m not an alien,” Phineas muttered.
“Maybe you can kick him in the balls,” Digger told her, then frowned. “But I ain’t sure them aliens have balls.”
She gave Phineas a wry look. “Shall I verify that you have balls?”
He arched a brow. “This is not how I envisioned our first intimate encounter.” He glanced down at Digger. “Can we come down now?”
“Sure. But I’ll have to kill you.”
“I’m not an alien!”
“You are, too! You appeared out of nowhere. You must have beamed down from the mother ship.”
Phineas groaned. “I was in a tree, watching Brynley. And what the hell were you doing, attacking her?”
“I wasn’t gonna hurt her,” Digger mumbled. “I just wanted the deer.”
Jack zoomed into the clearing at vampire speed. His eyes widened at the sight of Phineas and Brynley hovering twelve feet in the air. “I heard a gunshot. Are you all right?”
“Dagnabbit! Another alien!” Digger bellowed.
“Where?” Jack glanced behind him, then gasped when Digger shifted back into a bear and charged. He levitated, too. “Merda! Now I see why you’re floating.”
“Cut it out, Digger!” Brynley yelled at him. “These are my friends.”
Digger changed back to human form. “You shouldn’t make friends with aliens.”
“We’re not aliens,” Phineas ground out. “And would you please cover yourself? There’s a woman present.” He adjusted his jacket around Brynley. Luckily, it was long enough to hit her at mid-thigh.
The corner of her mouth curled up. “You seemed a bit concerned about my virtue.”
“Damned straight. And what the hell were you doing, growling at a bear?”
She winced. “I know it was crazy. My inner wolf has been acting so weird lately. Like it thinks it can take on the world.”
Phineas’s attention shifted back to Digger when the old man whistled. His dog, Jake, trotted into the clearing. He still wore the foil-covered football helmet on his head, but now also sported a pack strapped to his back.
“The dog plays football?” Jack asked.
Digger snorted as he pulled a pair of jeans out of the dog’s backpack. “Dogs don’t play football. You aliens ain’t as smart as you think.”
Phineas’s eyes watered as he caught a whiff of Digger’s clothes. “Did you run into a skunk?”
Digger chuckled as he pulled on the jeans. “I spray my clothes down with skunk oil. It covers up my scent.”
That was true. Usually Phineas could always tell a shifter by his scent. Digger had caught them by surprise.
“But of course I knew right off that the little lady was a shifter,” Digger continued. “I hoped she was a bear like me, but it ain’t surprising she’s a wolf. Lots of werewolves in these here parts.”
“Not all of them good,” Phineas said. “There’s a dangerous Alpha in the area named Rhett Bleddyn. He attacked Nate Carson tonight and almost killed him.”
Brynley gasped. “Nate was attacked? Is he all right?”
Phineas nodded and lowered his voice. “We took him to Romatech. We had to transform him.”
Her eyes widened. “Is he going to be okay?”
“Yes. He’ll be fine. Zoltan’s taking care of him.”
“Why would a werewolf attack Nate Carson?” Digger asked. “Nate’s a good guy.”
“Bleddyn is trying to find Brynley,” Phineas explained. “Nate was protecting her, and he nearly died for it.”
“Oh no.” She shuddered in his arms. “Poor Nate.”
Phineas hugged her tight. “Bleddyn knows you’re here. That’s why we came looking for you. I was afraid he would be hunting you.”
“A werewolf hunting another werewolf?” Digger scratched at his beard. “That don’t seem right.”
“My father tried to force me into marrying him,” she grumbled. “I ran away.”
Digger frowned. “ ’Cause you’re in love with an alien?”
“I’m not an alien!” Phineas growled.
“We’re vampires,” Jack said.
Digger stepped back, his eyes wide. “What in tarnation? Vampires?”
“Yes,” Phineas said. “We can teleport and levitate, as you can see—”
“Did you mutilate those cows and drink their blood?” Digger asked.
“No. We drink synthetic blood from bottles,” Phineas replied.
“They’re the good guys,” Brynley insisted. “When I ran away from home, they took me in. And they’ve taken in all the Lost Boys that my father kicked out of the pack.”
“Who’s your pa?” Digger asked.
She took a deep breath. “Caddoc Jones.”
Digger’s eyes widened. “Well, ain’t that somethin’? I know Cad from way back. Well over a hundred years ago.” He ran a hand through his shaggy long hair. “Haven’t talked to him in a spell. Seemed to me he got too big for his britches. Started acting like a jackass. No offense, ma’am.”
“None taken,” she answered wryly.
“Can we come down now?” Phineas motioned to the ground.
“I reckon.” Digger eyed him suspiciously. “You ain’t gonna bite me or my dog, are you?”
“I’d rather starve.” Jack waved the air in front of him, his nose wrinkled against the foul odor.
“Vampires.” Digger shook his head. “I knew there was something strange going on in these hills. You sure you ain’t seen no aliens around here?”
“No. We’re looking for a bad female vampire.” Phineas lowered himself and Brynley to the ground. “We think she’s allied with Bleddyn and staying at the old Haggerty ranch.”
“A lady vampire?” Digger asked. “Did she mutilate the cows?”
“I’m not sure,” Phineas replied. “Maybe.”
Digger tugged at his beard. “This is all very strange. I could have sworn there were aliens around here. Well, I’ll be going now. And taking the deer, if you don’t mind.”
“Go ahead.” Brynley waved a hand. “Bye.”
Digger heaved the dead deer over his shoulders and lumbered into the woods. “A werewolf in love with a vampire. Don’t that beat all?”
Phineas gave Brynley a questioning look as he drew her into his arms. “Could Digger be right?”
“About aliens?”
“No.” He kissed her nose. “About a certain werewolf being in love with a vampire.”
She wrapped her arms around his neck. “Depends on the vampire. Is he in love with a certain werewolf?”
Phineas’s vision darkened to a dusky pink as his eyes turned red. “I’ve always heard that actions speak louder than words.”
She touched his cheek. “What actions do you have in mind?”
“Okay,” Jack interrupted. “I’m feeling a little unnecessary at the moment. I’ll teleport back to the cabin to see if Bleddyn has shown up.”
“Thanks, Jack,” Phineas said without looking back.
He chuckled and teleported away.
“Alone at last.” Brynley smoothed her hand over Phineas’s jaw. “We were talking about action?”
“And words.” He pulled her close. “I do love you, Brynley. I know it won’t be easy. I’m dead half the time. And—”
“Stop.” She placed a finger over his lips. “Don’t come up with reasons not to love me. I want you to love me. Now.”
His eyes turned red. “I can do that.” He teleported away with her.
Brynley landed on cool, soft grass. She quickly looked about and smiled. Phineas had taken her back to the meadow below the Cloud Peak Glacier. One of the most beautiful places she knew.
“Is it all right?” he asked. “I could take you to Romatech or the cabin in the Adirondacks. We could have a bed there—”
“This is perfect.” She breathed deeply of the cool, crisp air. “This is home.”
“It’s not too cold?”
“Cold?” She pulled off his jacket and tossed it on the ground. “Do I look cold?”
His eyes flared a hotter red as his gaze sizzled over her naked body, then settled on her hardening nipples. “Maybe a little chilled.”
“Then make me hot.” She rushed toward him and ripped open the snaps on his shirt. “The animal in me wants to claw the clothes right off your body.”
He pulled her close and nuzzled her neck. “The Vamp in me wants to nibble”—he trailed kisses down her neck —“and bite”—he nipped her shoulder—“and suck the life out of you.” He planted his mouth on her nipple.
“Oh.” She arched her back as he suckled hard.
He picked her up, his hands on her bare rump, and she wrapped her legs around his waist. He tugged at one breast, then started on the other.
“Phineas.” She ran her hands over his short hair.
“Mmm.” He tickled the tip of her nipple with his tongue, then pulled her closer so her core was pressed against his bare stomach.
He tugged on her breast in rhythm to rocking her against him. Moisture seeped from her, and tension built higher and higher.
Oh God, she was going to come before she’d even gotten his clothes off.
“Stop!” She pulled his head back and wiggled out of his arms.
“You don’t like it?”
“I love it.” She yanked his shirt off his shoulders and kissed his chest, his nipples, his six-pack abs. He was gorgeous, muscular . . . and walking her backward. “What—?”
He shoved her back, and she landed on her rump on his jacket. With a grin, he pounced on top of her.
He kissed her mouth, then moved down her body, kissing and nibbling past her breasts to her stomach. “You’re so beautiful.”
“You’re still dressed.” She pushed him back, then pulled his legs up to make him fall onto his back on the grass. With a yank, she had one boot off. She tossed it aside and grabbed the other boot. It proved to be more stubborn, and she tugged so hard she lost her balance.
He took advantage, giving her an extra shove so she tumbled back.
“Umph.” She landed on her back with the boot in her hands.
He seized her ankle and nipped at her calf. “Now I have you.”
She tossed his boot aside. “Oh yeah?” She planted her other foot against his chest and shoved him back. As soon as his butt hit the ground, she leaped forward to pin his shoulders to the ground. “Now I have you.”
“Wolfie-Girl, you are wild.”
“You’d better believe it.” She leaned forward and rubbed her breasts against his chest.
He kissed the top of her head.
With her heart thundering in her ears, she sat back on his thighs and unbuckled his belt. “All right, Love Doctor.” She unbuttoned his jeans. “Let’s see what you’ve been hiding.” She struggled, getting the zipper to move over the bulge.
Finally, it unzipped, and she grasped the waistband of his jeans and underwear and pulled. He sprang free.
She gasped.
He took advantage of her momentary shock and pushed her back onto his jacket. She struggled to sit up, but he pinned her shoulders down.
“Stay.”
“I’m not a dog.” She glanced down his beautiful body to the magnificent erection that pointed at her, wide and blatant, smooth and rock-hard. “Woof,” she whispered.
He chuckled. “Now be a good Wolfie-Girl and let me ravish you.”
Moisture pooled between her legs, and she ached for him to fill her. “Hurry.”
“Patience.” He smoothed his hands over her breasts and down her belly. Her skin prickled with gooseflesh, and she shivered.
He clasped her thighs and pushed her legs apart. “I want to look at you.”
She whimpered as more moisture seeped out.
He leaned closer till she could feel his breath against her wetness. “So pretty. And juicy.”
She jolted when his tongue licked her slowly.
“Tasty.” He inserted a finger inside her. “Tight. And wet.”
“Oh God, please!” She wiggled against him. “I can’t take it anymore. I want you inside.”
“I’m not done with the outside.” He skimmed his juice-slickened fingers up to her clitoris, and she jolted again. “Look what I found.”
Tension built rapidly as he rubbed against her. Pinched and tugged. She shook her head, moaning. When he lifted her hips to clamp his mouth on her, she screamed and shattered.
Spasms shot through her. Her toes curled and her vision blurred. He showed no mercy. With two fingers inside her, he coaxed more spasms from her till black stars twinkled before her eyes.
“Enough,” she wheezed, struggling to catch her breath.
“We’re just getting started.” He smiled smugly.
“You’re—you’re—”
“Sexy? Incredible?”
“Ridiculous!” She shoved him back. “You still have clothes on.” She yanked his jeans and underwear down his legs.
“You recovered quickly.”
“You’ll have to work harder than that to wear me out.” She eyed his erection. “Oh yeah. This is good.” She traced a vein along the silken hardness.
He sucked in a hissing breath.
Joy burst inside her. She loved how strongly he reacted to her. “Does it feel good?” She circled the crown.
He gritted his teeth. “I want inside you.”
“I’m not done with the outside.” She leaned over and licked the bead of moisture from his tip.
“Dammit.” He shoved her back and wrapped her legs around him. “We’re doing it now.”
“About time!” She grabbed on to his shoulders and trembled when his erection nudged into her damp folds.
He stopped. “Brynley.”
“What?” She gazed into his eyes and forgot her frustration. He was looking at her so tenderly, it made her heart ache.
“I love you.”
Tears filled her eyes. “I—ay!” She squealed when he plunged into her. “Oh, Phineas.” He was so wonderfully big and hard.
He kissed her brow and started slow. That didn’t last long. She was soon begging for more. Harder. Faster.
Her nails dug into his shoulders. Her heels dug into his back.
She screamed, and the spasms seemed to last forever as he pumped into her. With a long groan, he collapsed beside her. The aftershocks continued, and she gasped for air.
He lay still beside her.
“Are you still alive?” she asked.
“Until sunrise.” He kissed her neck. “Did you need more?”
She groaned. Was he trying to kill her? “I just want to lie here for a while.”
“Good plan.” He rolled onto his back and gazed at the stars. “It was better than I ever imagined.” He took her hand in his and laced their fingers together.
Her heart swelled with love. “This is perfect.”
“Yes.”
They lay together holding hands until the cold night air made her shiver.
“You’re cold.” He sat up and dug into a pocket of his jeans. “You might want these back.” He dangled her panties in the air.
“You kept them?” She grabbed them and slipped them on.
“You can wear my shirt.” He handed it to her, then pulled on his jeans.
She snapped the shirt together. “What do we do now?”
He pulled on his boots. “We still have to find Corky.”
“I mean about us.”
He stood and slipped his jacket onto her. “We make it work.”
She bit her lip and looked away. It had been perfect, but perfection could never last.
“Bryn.” He nudged her chin back so she’d look at him. “We can do this.”
“I want to believe that.”
“Then do it.” He pulled her close. “Let’s get the rest of your clothes.”
She nestled her cheek against his bare chest. Everything went black, and she materialized in the cabin.
A gun fired, and Phineas stiffened.
She gasped. There was a dart in his arm.
He ripped it out.
Another shot exploded, hitting Phineas again. His body jerked, and she stumbled back, bumping against Jack on the floor. He lay, stiff and motionless, a look of horror in his eyes.
Phineas yanked the dart from his shoulder and grabbed her. “Let’s go.”
“No!” a blond woman shouted, firing her pistol again and again. Corky.
Brynley pulled the darts from him as fast as she could. His body shimmered as he tried to teleport, but then he solidified and collapsed onto the floor.
It had all happened so fast. Shock quickly morphed into full rage. She threw off Phin’s jacket and shifted, growling and ready to attack Corky.
“Don’t even think about it,” a man’s voice said.
She whipped around and saw three men standing at the back of the room. Kyle and two others.
“Allow me to introduce myself.” The tallest one stepped forward. Dark hair, dark eyes. But not a friendly brown like Phineas’s. His eyes were cold and hard like flint. “I’m Rhett Bleddyn. This is Dimitri. And I believe you already know Kyle.”
She shifted back to human form. When Rhett’s cold gaze drifted over her ripped shirt, she put Phineas’s jacket back on. “What do you want?”
Rhett smirked. “You, of course.”
“Not going to happen.” She glanced down at Phineas. He seemed to be conscious and watching her.
“The vampires are paralyzed.” Rhett motioned to Dimitri. “Thanks to a special potion Dimitri brought us. Kyle, would you care to demonstrate?”
Kyle came forward and kicked Phineas in the ribs. He lay there, helplessly taking the attack.
“Stop!” Brynley shouted.
“Oh, it could get much worse,” Rhett said. “You see, Kyle has a stake, and he’s ready to plunge it right into the hearts of these vampires.”
Kyle whipped a wooden stake from his belt and held it over Phineas’s bare chest.
Brynley’s heart stuttered.
“So, Miss Jones,” Rhett continued with a sly grin. “I believe we were going to get married?”