AllFreeNovel
Share Us
Bethany again waggled her Taser as Alex watched. “Well, just in case he gives me any trouble, I’ll leave the barbs in him. If he doesn’t cooperate . . .” She shrugged as she flashed him a meaningful smile.
The man stood at ease behind her and folded his arms.
Bethany tilted her head, indicating the door. “Why don’t you go wait outside. This is rather private business. I don’t think having you as an audience will help him get it up.”
Alex wasn’t sure that he’d heard her correctly.
“All right,” the man grumbled. “Just don’t be long.”
Bethany turned a glare on him in a way that seemed to cause him to shrink an inch. “Who do you think you’re talking to?” she growled through gritted teeth. “How long have I planned, have I worked, have I waited? How dare you presume to tell me to rush through it? It takes as long as it takes.
“It only matters that I get what I came for. To that end I intend on staying here the whole night to be sure that when I leave I leave pregnant.”
She planted her fists on her hips and leaned toward the man. “Got it?”
“Got it,” the man answered in a contrite tone.
“Now, get out. I’ll let you know when I’m done, then you can have your fun with him. You just wait outside until then.”
The man nodded and then pulled a knife from a sheath behind his back. After he licked the blade he gave Alex a grim grin.
“When she’s finished with you, then I settle the score for what you did out there in the other room.”
As he left he turned once to glare back over his shoulder at Alex. Bethany watched through the doorway until the front door slammed behind the man.
She turned back, her tone becoming airy again. “Better, lover?”
“Why is it better? I still have to look forward to having my throat cut.”
“Well,” she said with a shrug, “at least you get me first. You should be thankful that it’s me who found you and not Jax.”
Alex’s breath caught with the shock of that name. His mind reeled. Regaining his senses, he hoped that the flickers of lightning had hidden his reaction. He thought he ought to help cover his surprise by sending her off topic.
“Who’s Jack?”
“Not Jack, Jax. Lucky for you I’m the one who found you first—I’ll at least make sure you die with a smile. Jax would simply have bled you out.”
“Why? Who is she?”
Bethany’s smile ghosted away. “Jax is a diplomatic assassin.”
Alex’s brow tightened. “Diplomats are the opposite of assassins.”
“No, no, dear boy, she’s an assassin.” Her gaze focused a million miles off. “A very special assassin, for very special targets.”
Alex didn’t want to believe her. But he remembered all too well the way Jax had pulled a knife on him, remembered how fast she had gotten it to his throat, though she’d had just cause at the time. He had, after all, just slammed her up against the wall and had his arm against her throat. He couldn’t really fault her reaction. Still, Bethany’s words gave him pause.
“Special targets. What do you mean?” he asked. “What kind of special targets?”
“Jax kills those who seek peace.”
He finally grasped her meaning. “Like diplomats.”
“Among others. She’s a specialist. She is sent after only the most exceptional individuals, individuals, like diplomats, who are seeking unity, order, and prefer peaceful resolution to conflict.”
In the softer flickers of lightning, Alex could see the distant look in Bethany’s eyes, as if she were looking into another world. Dark animus colored her expression. “She’d love nothing more than to get her blade into me.”
Alex said nothing.
Bethany’s gaze, along with her smile, returned, almost as if to reassure him. “But she never will. I’m too well protected, even for Jax.”
“Why would this very special assassin want to kill you?”
What he really wanted to know was what made her think she was so special, but considering his circumstances he thought better of phrasing it that way.
All the things Jax had told him about being from another world raced around in his mind, trying to find a proper fit with what Bethany was saying.
Bethany ran her fingers through his hair. It almost seemed a deliberate attempt to distract herself from what were obviously troubling thoughts of Jax. “Let’s not worry about such unpleasantness. Let’s just worry about you and me. This is a special night for both of us.”
She leaned even closer, trailing a finger along his cheek. Her seductive tone returned. “Time for what Bethany promised you.”
Alex couldn’t see that he had any choice in the matter. He tried to think of a way he could get a hand free, but there wasn’t anything within reach of his fingers. He knew that twisting his hands would accomplish nothing. Even if he tried she would use the Taser to take the fight out of him.
A thought he’d had before returned. If she was touching the steel darts when she pulled the trigger, the Taser would do the same to her as it did to him. He wondered if she knew that. He wondered how he could manage such a thing. He wondered what it would accomplish even if he could. Nothing, probably.
She had it all planned out. She was in control of the situation. When she was finished, the man with the knife would have his turn.
Bethany unbuckled his belt, then unzipped his pants and started tugging them down. When she had them down to his knees she smiled wickedly and slunk on all fours up the length of him.
Straddling him, she reached around with one hand and unzipped the back of her dress before pulling it off over her head. She wasn’t wearing anything underneath. Everything the dress had advertised about what lay beneath the silver sheath was true.
“You spoiled this on your birthday, Alex, and caused me a great deal of trouble. I had to wait another whole moon until the correct time in my cycle came around again.”
Things were starting to make sense to him. Crazy sense, but sense.
She leaned down to kiss him on the mouth. When he turned his face away she lightly kissed his cheek instead. “But now I’m told that I’m as ready as ready can be. I’ve had experts confirm that tonight’s the night, lucky boy.
“Time to make an heir.”
17.
BETHANY PRESSED HER NAKED THIGHS tight to either side of him as she leaned forward. She tenderly kissed his neck as he stared up into the darkness. He found her tender advances revolting.
He was enraged at being bound up and helpless. He was angry with himself for allowing it to get this far. He didn’t know what else he could have done, but he should have done something. Worse, he didn’t delude himself about what was in store for him when she had finished getting what she wanted. The mental image of the big man licking the blade before delivering his threat was not something Alex could easily put from his mind.
“Are you ready to take our relationship to the next level?” Her intimate whisper in his ear sounded as if she was ready. “Or are you going to need Bethany to help get you in the mood?”
The situation was so absurd that he couldn’t find words. The only thing he was in the mood for was breaking her neck.
His sense of panic had already melted away under the heat of anger.
She leaned forward, pressing herself against him. Her firm breast pushed the steel barb harpooned into the left side of his chest deeper into the muscle. It felt like it was bottoming on rib bone. He gritted his teeth against the sting of pain.
As she nibbled his ear, caught up in what she was doing, Alex tried to pull away, tried to stall. “Bethany, why in the world are you doing this?”
“Why in the world.” She laughed softly in his ear. “That’s funny, Alex. Which world do you mean?”
The magnitude of her words shook him to his core. He wished he had believed Jax. He had thought her story was crazy. Now he wished he had listened to her. He remembered the last thing she had told him: “Trouble
will find you.”
It was the last thing his grandfather had told him as well.
Alex struggled to focus. “What I mean is, I don’t know why you are doing this, since you can’t seriously think that you’re worthy of bearing my child.”
That shocked her into sitting up—not what he had wanted.
Her brow tightened. “What?”
