Page 7 of The Firebrand
The image spread a warm grin across Rein’s face. His erotic memories evaporated in a whirlwind, however, when a voice blew across his skin like a refreshing meadow breeze.
He whipped his head toward the sound, his warrior instincts kicking in. A female stood midway in the alley, a drink in her hand, purse on her shoulder, and cellphone to her ear.
“…family’s story about the winged demon…” Her lyrical words trailed off. Her arm dropped, and she stared through over-sized sunglasses at a flat-against-the-wall Malok. With her head angled toward Rein, her lips parted in confusion.
The naked, hairy Kalli struggled against invisible bonds, his tusks whipping from side to side in his frenzy.
On full alert, Rein scoped out the stunned human. He tapped a wrist, his stoic voice reporting the situation. “Chay, are you in position? Got a problem. Malok’s coming back through the Whorl alone.”
Not laying a hand on the Kalli, Rein tossed him through the portal with a teleportation spell. He jammed the unauthorized jumper into a pocket and turned on a boot heel to face the problem.
A human female.
In a blur of motion, the Firebrand stood in front of her, disabling her cellphone with a flick of his wrist.
Eyes fixed on her, Rein edged closer, sizing her up as an opponent. Tall for her species and gender, maybe five-ten. Running shoes. Baggy sweats. A threadbare twelfth-man Seahawks T-shirt molded to small round breasts.A slightly square chin, high cheek bones, a nose dotted with freckles. Short, spiky auburn hair framing a narrow face. His gaze lingered on her full, unadorned lips. Overall, a lean, attractive package. For a human.
Not my usual fare, but compelling.
The female presented no physical challenge, but she was a problem he had to handle now.
Thump. Thump. Thump.
He stared at the pulse throbbing in her long, luscious neck and struggled to keep his mouth closed. His fangs wanted out to play.
She stretched to peer around him, focusing on where the Kalli had been suspended in the alley. “What was that thing?”
Rein arched his brows. “What thing?”
“The thing you were with down there. The big hairy naked thing with tusks and an erect … um, man bit.”
“Man bit?” He stifled a grin.
With a disdainful tilt of her chin, she blurted out, “Penis.”
Speaking of cocks, Rein’s twitched when her sunglasses centered on his groin.
Well, isn’t this just great? A hard-on for a human. I don’t need this shit. I only need to neutralize her.
Rein’s heart drummed against his ribs.Ba-boom. Ba-boom. Ba-boom. Unable to see the color of her eyes, he peered into her dark glasses while inching closer, stopping when they were boots-to-sneakers. When he smoothed fingers along her temples, a mild electric charge traveled through him to take up residence in his … what had she called it …man bit. Fighting unexpected urges, he ignored the sensual heat and tight pants to finish his job. “Hold still.” He mumbled a few words, backing away to distance himself from the human female who aroused more than a blood hunger.
Done and done.
She would fog out long enough for him to jump back home. When she came to, she would nurse a headache thanks to the black hole in her memory, not recalling anything that had happened in this alley. Humans knew nothing of Scath and Darque. That’s how it had to remain.
“What are you doing?” The female did an about-face, screamed for help, and lifted a leg to run.
What the…! She remembers!
Rein had only a second to decide. He had to stop her before she drew attention to his presence.
When he fisted her arm and caught her in mid-stride, a jolt slammed into his body, once again beelining for his groin. Despite a what-the-hell moment, he spun her around, pulling her in chest to breast. “Shut up.”
The human ignored his command, slapping at his hand while she continued shouting. Rein’s eyes narrowed to slits, his breaths shallow. All action slowed. Peripheral sights and sounds faded. His focus locked onto the struggling female, and his predator-prey instinct kicked in. The alley contained only him and his quarry.
He snarled, ancient urges at the wheel, driving him on. “Stop fighting me. I’m warning you.”
“Screw you.”
