She’d not only gained a gorgeous, sexy dragon as a mate, but she was no longer being hunted. For the first time in twenty-five years she could breathe easy.
“I am,” Baine growled, still glaring at the approaching gargoyle. “He’s still alive, isn’t he?”
Tayla rolled her eyes before she was spinning around to watch as Levet came to a halt next to her.
“Ma belle, the house will be lovely when it is completed,” he said, his wings fluttering with enthusiasm. Tayla didn’t blame him. The wood sprites were not only repairing the damage, but they’d built on a lovely conservatory that was filled with fresh herbs and flowers that could be grown year-round. “I cannot wait to once again taste your delicious scones.”
Without warning, Baine’s arm wrapped around her waist so he could tug her tight against his body.
“No one’s going to be eating Tayla’s scones from now on but me,” he snarled.
“Baine,” she breathed in protest, feeling a jolt of excitement at his touch.
Levet tilted his head to the side, studying her with open curiosity.
“Is this true?”
“I wouldn’t put it in those exact words,” Tayla said, making no effort to pull away from Baine’s possessive grip. Why would she? This was precisely where she longed to be. “But I do plan to stay with Baine. I was hoping you would remain here and keep a watch on the house.”
Levet’s gray eyes widened in pleased surprise. “Moi?”
“Of course.” She offered a gentle smile. This tiny demon had been a loyal friend, and regardless of Baine’s less-than-complimentary opinion, Tayla would never forget his kindness.
“You do have a budding business to run,” she pointed out.
“I do,” he preened, puffing out his narrow chest. “But first I have a small duty to perform.”
Tayla was almost afraid to ask. Sometimes Levet’s duty could get him in serious trouble.
“What duty?”
“There is a young fairy in London who is waiting to be rescued. My days as KISA are not yet over.” Reaching up, Levet grabbed Tayla’s hand and pressed a brief kiss on her finger. “Au revoir, ma belle.”
Before Tayla could demand details, Levet was giving a flap of his fairy wings and heading toward the star-sprinkled sky.
“KISA?” Baine demanded as the gargoyle swiftly disappeared from view.
“Knight In Shining Armor,” she explained with a small smile.
Baine snorted. “Let’s go home.”
“Yes,” she breathed, her heart swelling with happiness.
Grasping her hand, he lifted her fingers to his lips, pressing a scorching kiss to her knuckles before he was urging her into his waiting portal.
They were briefly surrounded by a thick darkness before they were stepping out of the opening into Blaine’s private bedroom. Instantly her tension eased.
Being in Baine’s lair always made her feel safe.
Cherished…
And deliciously aroused.
Hopefully sensing her ready desire, Baine tugged her across the mosaic-tiled floor.
“I have a surprise for you,” he murmured.
Tayla smiled as anticipation tingled through her body. “I don’t suppose it includes your bed and…” Her words trailed away as she caught sight of the bag that was placed on the edge of the mattress. “My suitcase?”
Brushing his lips over her brow, he urged her forward. “Open it.”
Slowly moving forward, she halted at the edge of the bed and lifted the top of the suitcase. Peering inside, she felt a stab of confusion.
“It’s empty,” she said.
“Exactly.” Stepping forward, Baine reached to close the suitcase and shove it off the bed. Then, with gentle hands, he turned her to meet his smoldering gaze. “No more packed bags. No more escape plans. You’re here to stay.”
Her heart melted. He remembered.
Was it any wonder she loved him so desperately?
Holding his gaze, she wrapped her arms around his neck.
“Forever?”
He grasped her hips, tugging her against his stirring erection.
“Forever.”
Tayla sighed in pleasure as Baine lowered his head to claim her lips in a kiss of searing demand.
After trying to avoid her fate for the past twenty-five years, she was done running. From this moment on, she was staying exactly where she belonged.
In the arms of her dragon…
The End
KILL WITHOUT MERCY (ARES SECURITY)
by Alexandra Ivy
PROLOGUE
Few people truly understood the meaning of ‘hell on earth.’
The five soldiers who had been held in the Taliban prison in southern Afghanistan, however, possessed an agonizingly intimate knowledge of the phrase.
There was nothing like five weeks of brutal torture to teach a man that there are worse things than death.
It should have broken them. Even the most hardened soldiers could shatter beneath the acute psychological and physical punishment. Instead the torment only honed their ruthless determination to escape their captors.
In the dark nights they pooled their individual resources.
Rafe Vargas, a covert ops specialist. Max Grayson, trained in forensics. Hauk Laurensen, a sniper who was an expert with weapons. Teagan Moore, a computer wizard. And Lucas St. Clair, the smooth-talking hostage negotiator.
Together they forged a bond that went beyond friendship. They were a family bound by the grim determination to survive.
CHAPTER ONE
Friday nights in Houston meant crowded bars, loud music and ice-cold beer. It was a tradition that Rafe and his friends had quickly adapted to suit their own tastes when they moved to Texas five months ago.
After all, none of them were into the dance scene. They were too old for half-naked coeds and casual hookups. And none of them wanted to have to scream over pounding music to have a decent conversation.
Instead, they’d found The Saloon, a small, cozy bar with lots of polished wood, a jazz band that played softly in the background, and a handful of locals who knew better than to bother the other customers. Oh, and the finest tequila in the city.
They even had their own table that was reserved for them every Friday night.
Tucked in a back corner, it was shrouded in shadows and well away from the long bar that ran the length of one wall. A perfect spot to observe without being observed.
And best of all, situated so no one could sneak up from behind.
It might have been almost two years since they’d returned from the war, but none of them had forgotten. Lowering your guard, even for a second, could mean death.
Lesson. Fucking. Learned.
Tonight, however, it was only Rafe and Hauk at the table, both of them sipping tequila and eating peanuts from a small bucket.
Lucas was still in Washington D.C., working his contacts to help drum up business for their new security business, ARES. Max had remained at their new offices, putting the final touches on his precious forensics lab, and Teagan was on his way to the bar after installing a computer system that would give Homeland Security a hemorrhage if they knew what he was doing.
Leaning back in his chair, Rafe intended to spend the night relaxing after a long week of hassling with the red tape and bullshit regulations that went into opening a new business, when he made the mistake of checking his messages.
“Shit.”
He tossed his cellphone on the polished surface of the wooden table, a tangled ball of emotions lodged in the pit of his stomach.
Across the table Hauk sipped his tequila and studied Rafe with a lift of his brows.
At a glance, the two men couldn’t be more different.
Rafe had dark hair that had grown long enough to touch the collar of his white button-down shirt along with dark eyes that were lushly framed by long, black lashes. His skin remained tanned dark bronze despite the fact it was late September, and his body was honed with muscles that came f
rom working on the small ranch he’d just purchased, not the gym.
Hauk, on the other hand, had inherited his Scandinavian father’s pale blond hair that he kept cut short, and brilliant blue eyes that held a cunning intelligence. He had a narrow face with sculpted features that were usually set in a stern expression.
And it wasn’t just their outward appearance that made them so different.
Rafe was hot tempered, passionate and willing to trust his gut instincts.
Hauk was aloof, calculating, and mind-numbingly anal. Not that Hauk would admit he was OCD. He preferred to call himself detail-oriented.
Which was exactly why he was a successful sniper. Rafe, on the other hand, had been trained in combat rescue. He was capable of making quick decisions, and ready to change strategies on the fly.
“Trouble?” Hauk demanded.
Rafe grimaced. “The real estate agent left a message saying she has a buyer for my grandfather’s house.”
Hauk looked predictably confused. Rafe had been bitching about the need to get rid of his grandfather’s house since the old man’s death a year ago.
“Shouldn’t that be good news?”
“It would be if I didn’t have to travel to Newton to clean it out,” Rafe said.
“Aren’t there people you can hire to pack up the shit and send it to you?”
“Not in the middle of fucking nowhere.”
Hauk’s lips twisted into a humorless smile. “I’ve been in the middle of fucking nowhere, amigo, and it ain’t Kansas,” he said, the shadows from the past darkening his eyes.
“Newton’s in Iowa, but I get your point,” Rafe conceded. He did his best to keep the memories in the past where they belonged. Most of the time he was successful. Other times the demons refused to be leashed. “Okay, it’s not the hell hole we crawled out of, but the town might as well be living in another century. I’ll have to go deal with my grandfather’s belongings myself.”
Hauk reached to pour himself another shot of tequila from the bottle that had been waiting for them in the center of the table.
Like Rafe, he was dressed in an Oxford shirt, although his was blue instead of white, and he was wearing black dress pants instead of jeans.
“I know you think it’s a pain, but it’s probably for the best.”
Rafe glared at his friend. The last thing he wanted was to drive a thousand miles to pack up the belongings of a cantankerous old man who’d never forgiven Rafe’s father for walking away from Iowa. “Already trying to get rid of me?”
“Hell no. Of the five of us, you’re the...”
“I’m afraid to ask,” Rafe muttered as Hauk hesitated.
“The glue,” he at last said.
Rafe gave a bark of laughter. He’d been called a lot of things over the years. Most of them unrepeatable. But glue was a new one. “What the hell does that mean?”
Hauk settled back in his seat. “Lucas is the smooth-talker, Max is the heart, Teagan is the brains and I’m the organizer.” The older man shrugged. “You’re the one who holds us all together. ARES would never have happened without you.”
Rafe couldn’t argue. After returning to the States, the five of them had been transferred to separate hospitals to treat their numerous injuries. It would have been easy to drift apart. The natural instinct was to avoid anything that could remind them of the horror they’d endured.
But Rafe had quickly discovered that returning to civilian life wasn’t a simple matter of buying a home and getting a 9-to-5 job.
He couldn’t bear the thought of being trapped in a small cubicle eight hours a day, or returning to an empty condo that would never be a home.
It felt way too much like the prison he’d barely escaped.
Besides, he found himself actually missing the bastards.
Who else could understand his frustrations? His inability to relate to the tedious, everyday problems of civilians? His lingering nightmares?
So giving into his impulse, he’d phoned Lucas, knowing he’d need the man’s deep pockets to finance his crazy scheme. Astonishingly, Lucas hadn’t even hesitated before saying ‘yes.’ It’d been the same for Hauk and Max and Teagan.
All of them had been searching for something that would not only use their considerable skills, but would make them feel as if they hadn’t been put out to pasture like bulls that were past their prime.
And that was how ARES had been born.
Now he frowned at the mere idea of abandoning his friends when they were on the cusp of realizing their dream.
“Then why are you encouraging me to leave town when we’re just getting ready to open for business?”
“Because he was your family.”
“Bull. Shit.” Rafe growled. “The jackass turned his back on my father when he joined the army. “He never did a damned thing for us.”
“And that’s why you need to go,” Hauk insisted. “You need—”
“You say the word closure and I’ll put my fist down your throat,” Rafe interrupted, grabbing his glass and tossing back the shot of tequila.
Hauk ignored the threat with his usual arrogance. “Call it what you want, but until you forgive the old man for hurting your father it’s going to stay a burr in your ass.”
Rafe shrugged. “It matches my other burrs.”
Without warning, Hauk leaned forward, his expression somber. “Rafe, it’s going to take a couple of weeks before we’re up and running. Finish your business and come back when you’re ready.”
Rafe narrowed his gaze. There was no surprise that Hauk was pressing him to deal with his past. Deep in his heart, Rafe knew his friend was right.
But he could hear the edge in Hauk’s voice that made him suspect this was more than just a desire to see Rafe dealing with his resentment toward his grandfather. “There’s something you’re not telling me.”
“Hell, I have a thousand things I don’t tell you,” Hauk mocked, lifting his glass with a mocking smile. “I am a vast, boundless reservoir of knowledge.”
A classic deflection. Rafe laid his palms on the table, leaning forward. “You’re also full of shit.” His voice was hard with warning. “Now spill.”
“Pushy bastard.” Hauk’s smile disappeared. “Fine. There was another note left on my desk.”
Rafe hissed in frustration.
The first note had appeared just days after they’d first arrived in Houston.
It’d been left in Hauk’s car with a vague warning that he was being watched.
They’d dismissed it as a prank. Then a month later a second note had been taped to the front door of the office building they’d just rented.
This one had said the clock was ticking.
Once again Hauk had tried to pretend it was nothing, but Teagan had instantly installed a state of the art alarm system, while Lucas had used his charm to make personal friends among the local authorities and encouraged them to keep a close eye on the building.
“What the fuck?” Rafe clenched his teeth as a chill inched down his spine. He had a really, really bad feeling about the notes. “Did you check the security footage?”
“Well gosh, darn,” Hauk drawled. “Why didn’t I think of that?”
“No need to be a smartass.”
Hauk drained his glass of tequila. “But I’m so good at it.”
“No shit.”
Hauk pushed aside his empty glass and met Rafe’s worried gaze.
“Look, everything that can be done is being done. Teagan has tapped into the traffic cameras. Unless our visitor is a ghost he’ll eventually be spotted arriving or leaving. Max is working his forensic magic on the note, and Lucas has asked the local cops to contact the neighboring businesses to see if they’ve noticed anything unusual.”
“I don’t like this, Hauk.”
“It’s probably some whackadoodle I’ve pissed off,” the older man assured him. “Not everyone finds me as charming as you do.”
Rafe gave a short, humorless laugh. Hauk was intelligent, f
iercely loyal, and a natural leader. He could also be cold, arrogant, and inclined to assume he was always right. “Hard to believe.”
“I know, right?” Hauk batted his lashes. “I’m a doll.”
“You’re a pain in the ass, but no one gets to threaten you but me,” Rafe said. “These notes feel...off.”
Hauk reached to pour himself another shot, his features hardening into an expression that warned he was done with the discussion.
“We’ve got it covered, Rafe. Go to Kansas.”
“Iowa.”
“Wherever.” Hauk grabbed the cellphone on the table and pressed it into Rafe’s hand. “Take care of the house.”
Rafe reluctantly rose to his feet. He could argue until he was blue in the face, but Hauk would deal with the threat in his own way.
“Call if you need me.”
“Yes, mother.”
With a roll of his eyes, Rafe made his way through the crowd that filled the bar, ignoring the inviting glances from the women who deliberately stepped into his path.
He was man enough to fully appreciate what was on offer. But since his return stateside he’d discovered the promise of a fleeting hookup left him cold.
He didn’t know what he wanted, but he hadn’t found it yet.
He’d just reached the door when he met Teagan entering the bar.
The large, heavily muscled man with dark caramel skin, golden eyes and his hair shaved close to his skull didn’t look like a computer wizard. Hell, he looked like he should be riding with the local motorcycle gang. And it wasn’t just that his arms were covered with tattoos or that he was wearing fatigues and leather shit-kickers.
It was in the air of violence that surrounded him and his don’t-screw-with-me expression.
Of course, he’d been thrown in jail at the age of thirteen for hacking into a bank to make his mother’s car loan disappear. So he’d never been the traditional nerd.
“I’m headed out.”
“So early?” Teagan glanced toward the crowd that was growing progressively louder. “The party’s just getting started.”
“I’ll take a rain check.” Rafe said. “I’m leaving town for a few days.”