Page 94 of Bloodhunter

“It feels different tonight,” I murmured.

Or maybe that was just me.

I brushed the bandaged wounds high on my thigh, and eventhough I could barely feel the touch, I shivered. The night before when I’dlain in bed trying to sleep, my fingers had wandered to those teeth marks.

When I’d pressed against them, there’d been an immediate andsharp pain, as though his fangs had broken off inside me. But worse than thathad been the pleasure. It danced with the pain, breathtaking and tormenting anddelicious, and I’d spent the next fifteen minutes with my eyes closed, one handon the wounds and the other moving furiously between my legs as orgasms rippedthrough my body.

His tongue.

Oh, my god, his tongue.

Afterward, I’d fallen into a sleep almost as good as the oneI’d had after I’d had sex with him. Amias. I’d had sex with Amias.

“Damn it,” I whispered. The aftereffects of that sex hadbeen hitting me at odd, unexpected moments, and as horrible as that was, theychased away the memories of the incubus. They even chased away the memories ofthe massacre he’d caused.

I didn’t know how I was supposed to feel about that.

Sex and violence.

I took a deep breath, then jogged into the woods with mysupernaturals as we went to kill some vampires.

And hopefully capture one.

Then darkness fell, and I caught Gordon Gray’s scent.

“You got him?” Shane asked, resting his shotgun on hisshoulder.

I nodded. “He’s just awakened, and he’s close.”

“Gather ‘round, people,” Shane said. “It’s time to catchthis asshole.”

I wound a silver chain around my hand. “We need him alive,Shane. Captain wants to talk to him.”

Rhys laughed. “Talk,” he said. “Yeah.”

“We’ll see,” was all Shane would say.

Angus stayed glued to my side, his head swiveling, fistsclenched. He darted his narrow stare, probing shadows, hoping Amias would showhimself.

Amias would kill Angus. He would.

But Angus wasn’t afraid of anyone.

Finally, I sighed. “Angus, I can’t concentrate on huntingfor worrying about you. Can you suspend your grudge until this is over?”

He gaped at me, his eyes bulging. “Worrying aboutme,”he snapped, outraged at the very notion. “Girl, if I see him, I’m going to snaphim like a twig.” He hesitated, staring down his nose at me. “Grudge.Grudge.”

Heat climbed my cheeks and I looked away from him.

And then, I found Gordon Gray.

Not him, exactly, but his sleeping place. His hiding place.At least one of them. And he was there, so it was the only one that mattered.

I strode toward a brush pile heaped at the edge of a mushyswamp, and Shane was suddenly beside me, his gun ready.

“Close?” he asked.

I nodded. “He’s hiding in the swamps.”