Amanda Bonilla - Shaedes of Gray - A Shaede Assassin Novel

Reluctantly, I met his face again. His soft, greenish eyes held a lustful hunger, and something sparked inside me. Teasing fingers stroked my bare skin, traveling from my toes, across my ankles, and up my shins. I tried to look away, but Tyler’s gaze held me in place.

“Darian, I wish you’d let me protect you.”

Good Lord, did he even know me?

From my knees, his hands spread out across my thighs, over and around, his fingertips grazing my butt at the hem of my shorts.

My voice caught in my throat. “How do you propose to do that, human ?” It’s not like I didn’t appreciate the offer. But I didn’t need to be taken care of. Strong, independent, not to mention indestructible, I wasn’t exactly the damsel in distress. He squeezed my flesh— Oh, dear God! —gently but just hard enough. A-maz-ing!

“I might surprise you,” he said in a calm, unsettling way. Inch by inch, he scooted closer, rising on his knees until our noses almost touched. “Bring it on.” His voice, gruff and full of innuendo, sent a pulsing thrill straight through my core. “I can handle anything standing in my way. You’d be safe.”

I snorted. Maybe he should stand against Raif sometime. That’d be interesting. I’d be picking up little pieces of Tyler from one end of the warehouse to the other. The mental image made me cringe.

Tyler graced me with a confident smile, abandoned my thigh, and worked his way up my waist. He knew how to use his fingers. A series of rippling chills traveled from my toes to the top of my head and back down. He grazed the sensitive skin exposed where my tank top had ridden up, and my eyes involuntarily drifted shut.

“Don’t presume you know all about me.” His fingers traveled upward, tracing my rib cage. Oh, man, it felt good. I’d almost forgotten the scare I’d had earlier. He kneaded my flesh with his strong hand. I did moan this time. I couldn’t help it.

“I’ll keep you safe.”

“Tyler—”

Before I could pull away, his mouth found mine. Soft, searching, but full of purpose, his lips caressed mine, and I responded, unable to form a coherent thought with my senses full of Tyler. His thumbs brushed my nipples on the outside of my tank top and they rose to stiff peaks, wanting more than a passing caress. He opened his mouth, kissing me deeper, and I leaned in toward him instead of away, like I’d intended. Without considering the consequences, I reached out, dragging my hands down over his chest, enjoying the feel of his muscles through his T-shirt. Lower, my hands acted on their own, brushing the waist of his jeans and then his fly and the hard bulge that made my breath catch in my chest. Tyler moaned, and my heart sped to an unnatural rhythm. Just a pull here and a tug there and he’d be bare to my touch. I wanted to feel him, full in my hand, my mouth—

His proximity and swaying tactics had easily broken down my defenses. I forced my hands back up his chest, balling them into fists, forbidding myself from taking what I wanted. I tried to ignore his smell, his touch, his reassuring words, and gently pushed him away. It took more effort than I thought I could manage, because what I really wanted to do was pull him a hell of a lot closer.

“Tyler,” I whispered. I had to stop this. Now. Before either of us was tempted to take it further, I steered his focus to the matter at hand. “I appreciate that you want to protect me, but there’s nothing you can do. I’m a big girl and I can take care of myself.”

“I know you think so,” he said. He leaned forward and kissed me again, long and languid.

My body attempted mutiny, responding to waves of pleasure I knew I shouldn’t want to feel. The moment ended all too soon, and when he pulled back, I opened my eyes. He smiled in a very self-satisfied sort of way that made me want to slap the expression right off his face. But since that might encourage him, I said, “Did it ever occur to you that I’m protecting you by keeping you at a safe distance from all of this nonhuman stuff?”

He moved in again, but I backed away. I sure as hell didn’t trust myself to be a good girl. “Tyler, I can’t do this. I have to keep my head on straight. Until things cool down, I’m still in way too deep. I have to think of your safety.”

“Darian, I don’t need protecting.” He actually laughed, though his eyes shone with disappointment. “I’m more than capable.”

My brain didn’t have its usual get-up-and-go, so I ignored that little statement. He stood up, giving me a much needed moment to take control of my raging sex drive. I lowered my gaze and banished from my mind the thought of his scent and cool fingers. Shit.

“Ty, what do you know about the others?” Changing the subject would be best for both of us, or our clothes would be on the floor in a matter of seconds. “Am I the only one you’ve ever known?”

Backing away, he passed his hands through his hair and expelled a deep breath. He seemed to seriously contemplate my questions before answering, as if divulging too much would risk spilling a secret. “I know of other nonhuman beings.”

Oh, wow, Ty. Thanks for the Encyclopaedia Britannica answer. I couldn’t believe I’d been so turned on a moment ago, when all I wanted now was to throw something at him. “Do you know of anything that could have come into my apartment this morning? Something invisible, with a mean streak?”

“Meaner than you?” Tyler’s frustrated smile drew a momentary twinge of guilt from the back of my ragged emotions. “Let me see what I can find out. I’ll meet you back here later tonight.”

“No!” I said with enough oomph to blow him across the room. I did not want to spend the evening deciding if clothes on or off was the best way to play with him. “Meet me at The Pit.”

His face fell a little. Well, too bad . “Fine,” he said. “I’ll meet you there around eleven or twelve.”

Eleven or twelve? Tyler was nothing if not punctual. Everything was changing.

Chapter 9

Inever made it to The Pit. Strong arms, fast and stealthy, took me from the sidewalk, blindfolding me before I knew what was going on. I kicked and screamed and fought like hell, but I’d been bound by something that kept me nice and secure. The air around me became dense and fragrant as I recognized the presence of my kidnappers. Shaedes. Two of them. And from the tone of their voices, I got the impression that neither one of them was particularly fond of me at the moment.

“We should kill her now and do Alexander a favor.” Anya flat-out hated my guts for some reason, so I guess her role in my kidnapping wasn’t so surprising.

“Quiet, Anya. You’re not here to pass judgment.”

Raif? Seriously? I’d thought we’d grown closer during our nights of training. Since discovering I wasn’t an endangered species, I’d considered the possibility of connecting with someone. Raif had become that someone. He got me. And aside from Tyler, I didn’t have anyone else in my life. If he was party to this, I must’ve pissed him off, and that hurt. Returning the katana and disrespecting his king had clearly pushed his buttons just a little.

I couldn’t move, which was yet another new thing for me. New experiences just didn’t hold the appeal they used to. A length of cord bound me, the material of which I couldn’t identify. Soft like silk, and at the same time almost rubbery. No matter how I fought, I couldn’t wrench my wrists free. I focused on letting go of my corporeal form and becoming one with the shadows, but somehow the bindings kept me locked within my skin and restrained my unnatural strength. The cords had to have been woven with some sort of magic. They moved with even the slightest shift like elastic bands, yet were unyielding to my struggling wrists. They rendered me as helpless as a human bound with plastic zip ties or metal cuffs. Perish the thought.