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  He fingered her folds, sliding back and forth in her juices. “You want this? You want to do this here?”

  Her hips danced on his fingers. “Yes,” she moaned. “Now.”

  He groaned and then remembered what was in his other hand. Although, his body was so hard he could break bricks, he went cold at his core. He trailed the tip of stake up the inside of her thigh.

  Her eyes widened with alarm.

  “Don’t you trust me?”

  She swallowed hard, her gaze locked with his. “If you tell me you won’t kill me now, then yes.”

  He pressed the blunt end about an inch into her pussy. “Don’t worry about splinters,” he whispered. “I sanded it myself. It’ll slide in smooth as satin.”

  Her eyes widened, but her body shivered and gushed its approval. Her mouth trembled, and Max noted a battle seemed to be fought behind her brown eyes—she didn’t want to want this, and she was frightened.

  Good. He lifted one eyebrow—a challenge. “Tell me what you want.”

  “Kiss me,” she said, her eyes glistening with tears, “and then fuck me with that stake. Satisfy your need to drive it into me, Max.”

  Growling, Max leaned down and kissed her, sliding his mouth over hers, drinking her moans. His tongue licked her lips and slipped between, touching the tips of her fangs then sliding deeper to stroke her tongue.

  Opening her legs wider, Pia lifted a leg to hook over his thigh. “Do it,” she whispered.

  With both hands between her legs now, he spread her lips wide and pushed the stake gently inside her, his thumb flicking her clitoris. Her moans deepened against his mouth, and he made his kiss rougher, harder, until he drew her tongue into his mouth and sucked.

  He’d thought he had control—a dispassionate distance from which he could love her body and steal her pride. But his hands shook with his own raging desire.

  Her body writhed against him as he pushed the wooden stake deeper and began stroking her vagina with short, pulsing glides. Pia’s hands shook as she sought the belt at his waist and unbuckled it, found the snap at the top of his pants and lowered his zipper. Then her strong, hot hands were wrapped around his cock.

  Max forgot where he was, forgot there were people all around them. The woman groaning against his lips and fisting his cock was his whole world. He growled and stroked his penis between her hands.

  “Bastard! Tell me you’re not fucking her with a goddamn stake!”

  Max jerked at the deadly sound of Joe’s voice. He lifted his mouth from Pia’s and stared down at her. Slowly, he slid the stake from her. His body shook with unspent desire and rage at his partner’s interruption. But in the back of his mind there was also a healthy dose of shame for himself.

  He slipped the stake into his pocket, while Pia lowered her leg and straightened her skirt. He shoved his engorged cock back into his pants, and then he turned to face the vampire behind him.

  Joe’s face was a mottled red. “Pia, get behind me.”

  “So you know each other,” Max said quietly, feeling his stomach clench that his suspicions about Pia might be true.

  “Just met today, partner.”

  “I’m not in any danger, Joe,” Pia said.

  “You don’t know Max, sweetheart. Get behind me.”

  Feeling like a bear protecting his mate, Max stepped between Joe and Pia, clenching his fists. “I gave her my word I wouldn’t harm her here.”

  “No, you didn’t,” Pia said.

  Max leveled a narrow glance at her.

  Pia shrugged. “I asked, but you never promised.”

  Joe’s shoulders bunched like he was ready to take a swing. “We’re still on the fucking job.”

  Max shrugged. “So, we were blending in.”

  “You went too far.”

  Knowing Joe was right didn’t ease the ache in Max’s groin. He turned to Pia. Unfortunately, looking into her face didn’t help matters any either. Her lips were still dewy and reddened from his kisses, and her nipples poked at the fabric of her miniscule top. He forced his shoulders to relax. “I have to get back to the station,” he muttered.

  “Can I ride along?” she asked, leaning into him, her eyes wide and pleading. Her nipples scraped his side, and it was all he could do keep from sliding his palm over them again.

  “No!” He almost shouted the word. “It’s probably best this way. This thing between us won’t work.”

  “Because I’m a vampire?” she asked, her eyes glistening.

  “That’s just the beginning of our problems.”

  Her expression fell, but she nodded. “I understand.” Turning to Joe, she said, “I’ll just get a taxi.”

  “We can drop you off on our way.” Joe gave Max a searing glance and then spun on his heels.

  Pia followed him out of the bar with Max trailing them at a distance. Distance he needed to get himself back under control. Moonlight from a full moon in a cloudless sky drew his gaze, but he shrugged aside its allure. He’d had enough moonlit madness for one night.

  At their sedan, Joe tossed Max the keys. “You drive. I want your hands occupied.”

  Max twisted his mouth into a hard smile. “What’s your problem? Gone all righteous, have you?”

  Joe opened the back door for Pia while Max climbed inside.

  “Whoo!” she gasped as she settled on the seat. “The vinyl’s a little cold.”

  Remembering she wore no underwear beneath her short skirt, Max closed his eyes for a moment and took a deep breath. Then he jammed the key into the ignition and cranked the engine into life. Before Joe could close his door, Max stomped on the gas and the car leaped forward.

  “The sooner we get there the better,” Joe mumbled, slamming the door closed.

  Pia clutched the back of their bench seat and leaned forward. “Do we have to go straight back?”

  “Yes!” Max and Joe shouted.

  “Just asking.”

  Max’s fingers gripped the steering wheel hard. “Where am I taking you?”

  “To The Compound. My rental’s there. I’m already packed.”

  Max grew still. “You’re leaving Vero Beach?”

  “The climate’s a little too sticky for me,” she said, her breath licking at his neck.

  “Good.” Joe’s response was more of a grunt.

  Max told himself this way was best. Let her go. Save him the bother of dusting her later. Because he knew if she stayed, he wouldn’t be able to keep his hands off her. Eventually, she’d show her true colors, and he’d never allow a vamp to take a drop of his blood.

  The radio squawked, and Phil Carstair’s voice broke over the channel reserved for SU business. “I need back up. Wolves have been spotted at the Piki Tiki. Anyone in the vicinity?”

  Max’s body grew rigid while adrenaline shot into his veins. Not fucking again!

  Joe grabbed the handset. “Max and I are on our way. How many do you ha—”

  “We have to drop off Pia first,” Max interrupted.

  “Hell no!” she said. “I’m weapons-trained. You might need me.”

  “Weapons-trained?” Max asked. The flame fanned beneath the fire of his suspicions regarding her reasons for being here. Sweet Pia was weapons-trained—and she just happened to be in that bar last night…

  “Pull the car over,” Joe said. “We’ll let her out at that gas station.” He pointed ahead at a well-lit parking lot, and raised the handset to his mouth again. “Wait for backup. I repeat, wait for backup.”

  “Roger that,” Phil said. “What’s your ETA?”

  “You’re not leaving me behind,” Pia said. “You need all the help you can get.”

  “You’re damn well going to do as you’re told,” Max said, his voice hard and loud. No way was she going to get into the middle of this operation. The only danger she’d face would be him, after the pack was taken care of.

  “Max is right,” Joe said. “You’re staying out of danger.”

  Max slowed down to pull into the parking lot.
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  “I’ll just tell the man pumping gas to follow you,” Pia said. “I can be very persuasive.”

  Max cursed under his breath. He knew damn well just how persuasive she could be. Her sweet body was another weapon in her arsenal. All she had to do was lift her skirt an inch…

  He shot a glance at Joe, but his partner’s mouth was tight-lipped.

  “You better hurry,” Pia said. “Your friend sounded a little worried.”

  Joe and Max shared a glance. They didn’t have time to ditch Pia.

  Joe cursed and raised the mike again. “We’ll be there in five.”

  “We’ve already cleared out any civilians along the boardwalk,” Phil said. “See ya, buddies.”

  Max peeled out of the parking lot and gunned the engine again. “Just how much experience do you have with a gun?”

  “Plenty. And I almost always hit my target.”

  “Almost always?” He glanced in the rearview mirror.

  Her eyes sparkled with excitement. “I usually hit where I aim.”

  “Sweet Jesus!” Joe groaned. “Quentin’s gonna have my ass if I give her a weapon.”

  “Should we let her go in without one?”

  “I don’t suppose you just want to watch?” Joe asked. “From a safe distance?”

  A scowl darkened her expression. “You’re not leaving me behind. I’m not helpless. I’ve been in Special Ops for twelve years now.”

  “And just how many of your fellow officers have you shot?” Joe asked.

  Max blinked and looked at her in his rearview mirror.

  Pia’s mouth twisted in disgust. “Just one…well, two…if you count the time I tripped on a fallen tree limb. But that wasn’t my fault.”

  “What are you?” Max asked. “The Barney Fife of vamp cops?”

  “I excel at ‘undercover’ work,” she said snidely. “You should know.”

  “Sweetheart, I’ve half a mind to lock you in the trunk while we answer the call.”

  “Do you really think that will hold me?” she said, her voice dripping sweet sarcasm.

  “Fuck!” Max turned into the parking lot that flanked the boardwalk along the beach. He killed the engine, hit the trunk latch, and bounded out of the car.

  With light shining from the streetlights above and the pale lamp from the trunk lid, Max and Joe strapped on their web belts and slid percussive grenades into metal loops. Almost in unison they drew their Glocks and depressed the buttons on the sides of their weapons to eject the clips with the standard issue bullets. From an ammo box, they drew clips with the special new issue—silver-filled bullets.

  “What about me?” Pia asked as she peered into the trunk from behind Max’s shoulder.

  He stepped on the bumper of the car and reached beneath the hem of his trousers. He pulled out a gun and laid it in her palm.

  “Don’t I get ammo, too?”

  “It’s already loaded with what you need.”

  He watched as she drew back the barrel and pressed the button to drive it forward again. Satisfied she knew which end of the gun she held, he reached for the flak jackets. He offered one to her.

  “Uh-huh,” she said, shaking her head. “I might need to move fast.”

  Max continued to hold it out. “You’ll wear it, or I’ll hog-tie you and strap you to the steering wheel.”

  Pia’s eyes narrowed, and her lower lip jutted out.

  Max lifted one brow.

  “Oh, all right.” She swiped the flak jacket from his hands and shrugged into it.

  Max assisted, closing the Velcro tabs.

  She scowled ferociously. “If one of those puppy dogs bites my ass because I couldn’t get away fast enough, you’ll be hearing about it.”

  Max leaned down and put his forehead against hers. “Baby, no one’s biting your ass but me.”

  Chapter Six

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  “Promises, promises.”

  Max found himself grinning as he heard Pia mutter beneath her breath. He made quick work of his own jacket. When he finished closing the fastenings, he glanced up to see Joe staring, a one-sided smile quirking his mouth.

  Max wiped the smile from his lips. “Not one fucking word from you, partner.” The last piece of equipment he donned was the headset. He slid it over his head, lowered the thin microphone wand to his lips and flipped the switch. “Phil, we’re in the parking lot. Where are you now?”

  “In back of the bar. We’re going in through the kitchen.”

  “We’ll take the front door. I’ll give the signal when we’re ready.” Max spared a glance over his shoulder to make sure Joe and Pia were on the comms. Then he climbed the steps to the boardwalk and loped toward the bar.

  “I’m taking the rear,” Joe said. “I’m not getting in front of Pia while she’s waving that gun around.”

  “Scared, Joe?” Pia asked, her breath even despite the pace.

  “Spitless, sweetheart. Quentin told me the whole story.”

  “Huh! Betcha he didn’t tell you everything. Quentin’s a pussy.”

  “I heard that!” Quentin’s voice broke over the channel. “Tell me that walking disaster doesn’t have a gun.”

  “Quentin!” Pia said, her voice filled with aggravation. “That was four years ago. I’m quite the markswoman now.”

  “So long as it’s someone else’s ass you mark, my dear.”

  Max was glad when the Piki Tiki’s bamboo awning came into view. The vamp banter was making him ill. That hint of history between Pia and Quentin pricked his jealousy. He halted at the corner of the building and held up his hand. “This is the way it’s going down. Joe and I’ll go through the front door. Pia, you’ll cover us from the window.”

  “I’m awfully glad I’ll have the pots and pans to duck behind,” Quentin said. “I’m coming through the kitchen with Phil.”

  “When I count three, Pia will start laying down cover fire.” Max swung around to stare hard at Pia. “You are up for this, right? You weren’t exaggerating your skills.”

  “She’s the real deal, Max,” Joe said. “She has the training. But she did shoot Quentin in the ass.”

  Max snorted. “Well, that’s no sin in my eyes.”

  “Don’t say I didn’t warn you,” Quentin said, his voice wry.

  Pia rolled her eyes. “Showtime,” she said softly, holding Max’s gaze. Then she shook her head.

  In three shakes, all traces of the soft, sexy kitten he’d held in his arms half an hour ago were gone. In her place stood a vamp with long curved incisors. As he watched, her forehead changed shape. The bones beneath her skin shifted outward, growing until she was unrecognizable—except for the chocolate shade of her eyes.

  Her lips curved into a maniacal smile. “Some men only worry about what their girlfriends look like without their makeup.” Her voice was deeper, with an odd, gruff inflection.

  Max winced. “Why are you the only one donning a mask?”

  “I’m only partway transformed. I need the extra muscle.” She held up her arm. “Wanna feel?”

  Max shook his head. “So long as you keep your monster reined in, I don’t care. Come on, Joe.” He strode to the side of the building, and peered through the window. The scene inside was chilling.

  Three wolves in various stages of transformation had half a dozen vamps and a human bartender trapped in a corner. A dark-furred wolf, still walking on two legs, swiped his claws at a male vamp, shredding his clothing and drawing four bloody lines across his chest. The vamp screamed through a row of jagged teeth and charged, wrapping his arms around the wolf to lift him off his feet.

  The pair crashed to the floor and rolled. But the wolf quickly gained the advantage and opened his jaws wide to close around the vamp’s throat. With a shake of his powerful shoulders, the wolf separated the vamp’s head from his body and the vamp exploded into a dark cloud of dust. His clothing floated to the floor.

  “Bastards,” Pia whispered beside him.

  “They’re just doing what’s natural,”
Max said, giving her a steady stare. “Offing vamps.”

  Pia turned her head and lifted her upper lip, baring her fangs.

  “Not your best look, baby.”

  “Good thing I’m not trying to impress you then, hmm?”

  Max turned his attention back to the interior of the Piki Tiki bar. This place had quite a history—a long association with the vamp scene well before they came out of the closet.

  He hoped the owner had good insurance. The bar was trashed. Tables were overturned, chairs lay in splinters, attesting to the battle that had raged inside. Broken glass sparkled like diamonds on the tiled floor.

  A wolf with golden fur circled in front of the group huddled in the corner, snapping and snarling. Suddenly, he faced off with the vamps, lowering his head until it nearly touched the ground. A rumbling growl built in his chest. Each time one of the vamps looked ready to answer his challenge, he neatly corralled him back like a dog herding sheep.

  The vamps returned the rumbling, snarl for snarl. However, they soon didn’t attempt to step outside their corner. It was a standoff, with the golden wolf in the superior position. His pack mates had only to wait for him to cull the vamps from the herd, one by one.

  “I hadn’t realized they were so goddamn big,” Joe’s whispers came through the headset. He still hovered behind Pia at the end of the building.

  “How would anyone mistake them for dogs?” Pia said in her odd, gruff voice. “They’re all monsters, but that gold one’s the worst. He knows what he’s doing.”

  Max agreed this wolf was a bigger danger than the others. His actions were calculated, intelligent. However much he might empathize with these wolves’ lust for vamp blood, they weren’t discriminating about what they chomped on. They’d kill humans just as quick. “We better move now,” he whispered, and gave Pia a final look. “Make your shots count, baby. The head or the chest.”

  Pia nodded and crouched beside the corner of the window, her weapon held steady in both hands.

  He ducked beneath the window so the occupants within the bar wouldn’t see him as he sped toward the entrance. At the door, he counted, “On three. One, two, three.” As gunfire erupted from the front and back of the bar, he shoved open the glass door, tossed a stun grenade, and rolled into the room. When he came to his feet, he aimed and fired at the golden wolf just as the grenade exploded, shattering more glass and distracting the wolves momentarily.