Ashes of War (Sons of War) (14 page)

“I told her you are still alive.”

He whirled back around, his mouth working, but no words came out. Running a hand through his hair, he let out a soft curse. “I bet the way I reacted to first seeing you doesn’t make her want to come running.”

“She’ll need time. I’ll talk with her.”

“Thank you.” He paused and looked at his watch. “I should be getting back. Can I call you?”

Smiling, she stepped forward and hugged him. “Of course. We have much to catch up on.”

When she stepped out of his embrace, he cupped her cheek. “You are as beautiful as your
mitera
.”

Then he dematerialized.

Ty came up behind her and enveloped her in his arms. “He has his powers, just not his god status, nor can he enter Olympus.”

Ash nodded still staring at the spot her father stood moments ago. Snapping out of the dazed state, she turned in Ty’s arms and wrapped hers around his neck. She studied him through the shades then kissed him. His arms tightened around her, drawing their bodies together. When he slid his tongue inside her mouth, she moaned and fisted a handful of his hair. A growl rumbled from his throat right before the world around them shifted.

She opened her eyes and noticed they were no longer in the gardens, but their bedroom. Lifting the hem of his shirt, she jerked it over his head, discarding the cotton fabric with a toss over her shoulder. Then she pressed her lips to his chest, nipping her way down as she dropped to her knees.

“I love you,” she said with her fingers working the button and zipper of his jeans.

His response was more of a half-growl, half-moan as she gripped his cock. “Love you always.”

When she took him into her mouth, he hissed out a breath and tangled his fingers in her hair. She rolled his balls into her hand as she sucked. He pumped his hips in rhythm with her until he jerked back and lifted her off the ground.

She willed her clothes off with her mind and wrapped her legs around him, making him thrust inside her. Pleasure mounted within as he lifted and lowered her over his cock, each thrust harder and faster than the last. Sinking her nails into his shoulder, she cried out in bliss as she came.

Ty followed shortly afterward with his own release.

He moved them to bed and tucked her against him. She sighed and snuggled into his warmth and his spicy, sage scent. “You are mine.”

Laughing, he gently slapped her ass. “And you are mine as well.”

Smiling, she closed her eyes and wanted to freeze time, to forever be in the arms of her mate. She had her dragon and would never let go of him.

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Lia Davis is a mother to two young adults and two very special kitties, a wife to her soul mate, a paranormal romance author, and co-owner to Fated Desires Publishing, LLC. She and her family live in Northeast Florida battling hurricanes and very humid summers. But it’s her home and she loves it!

An accounting major, Lia has always been a dreamer with a very activity imagination. The wheels in her head never stop. She ventured into the world of writing and publishing in 2008 and loves it more than she imagined. Writing is stress reliever that allows her to go off in her corner of the house and enter into another world that she created, leaving real life where it belongs.

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Divided Loyalties

Chapter One

Something didn’t ring right with Christa Baker as she sat in the conference room listening to the new leader of Shield rattling on about rogue shifters. He said they were growing in numbers, yet he hadn’t provided any physical proof. Sure a few humans had gone missing, most of whom were homeless, and according the police, their disappearances weren’t that unusual.

She failed to see his point because shifters were born, not created. So why would they need to kidnap humans?

Her new boss had gone on and on for the last several weeks about an increase in shifter sightings. Again, no proof. Christa had checked.

She could pull up anything from the Internet. Social networks like Facebook and YouTube were the best places to look for the weird and unusual.

There hadn’t been a human attack by a shifter since she’d killed the beast in her home eight years ago. It had been her first encounter with what she now knew was called a mutant, a half-animal, half-human creature with no regard for life—its own or others’.

However, Vance Miller believed a civil war was raging among the breeds that had spilled over into the human world. There was something he’d left out, something bigger than he wanted her and the others in Shield to believe. So what if the shifters were at war with one another and killing themselves? Was it the mutants? If so, then they deserved what they got. They’d created the damned creatures; they could all go to hell as far as she cared.

It wasn’t Shield’s place to get involved in the shifters’ civil war. Shield was a human-run group of rebels that went above the law to protect mankind from the were-kind or shifters, as they liked to be called. She didn’t care what they called themselves as long as they left the humans alone. So far, in the eight years she’d been with Shield, the shifters had. However, there was the occasional mishap—like the mating-gone-wrong situation her sister had suffered.

Mary didn’t have the chance to run when her mate turned on her in a fit of jealous rage. Or at least that’s what Christa believed happened. Her niece and nephew, fraternal twins Brenna and Bryce, had been only eight at the time and thankfully not at home to witness how their mother died.

However, Christa had been the one to ID the body.

From that day forward, Christa had fought for Shield to protect humans from the shifter races.

Up until a few months ago, Shield hadn’t attacked innocents or started wars between the shifters, but then Vance had stepped in as the new leader of Shield. He’d changed the way the others thought, more like manipulated them into believing his load of bullshit. She wasn’t sure how he’d done it, but the others just bowed down to him and believed every lie out of his mouth.

How could they be so blind to his cause?

Then again, the other soldiers couldn’t detect a shifter like she could. Sure, they all had training to know what to look for. Eye color was the biggie. Most shifters had an unusual coloring, and when they were challenged or provoked, their eyes seemed to glow. Plus the pupils were reflective like the animal that lived within.

Christa had lived with two shifters for the last seven years. She’d been there when Brenna and Bryce shifted for the first time. She’d also helped them control their wolves, thanks to the information her sister had shared with her when she was alive.

“My sources tell me that the rise in shifter attacks points to a hybrid Pack of wolves and leopards called Ashwood Falls,” Vance said then tapped on the table to get her attention.

She met his gaze and held it until he looked away, but not before she caught the flashing shift of color in his irises. Satisfied she wasn’t being paranoid about what he was, she asked, “How trustworthy is this source? Why haven’t we heard about attacks from our police contacts? It should be all over the Internet.”

Vance set his jaw and turned away from them to study the map on the wall. “The shifters are very good at hiding these things from humans. You, of all people, should know that, Christa.”

Fucking ass
…

What she really wanted to say was, “Like you, asshole,” but she refrained and squashed her temper down before it got her in trouble. Again. “How sure are you?” she asked in a slightly softer tone.

See? She could be calm and cool.

He peered at her over his shoulder and smiled one of those smiles that held no humor or amusement. “If I didn’t know better, I’d say you were protecting the shifters.”

She narrowed her eyes and wished she had the gift of pyrokinesis so she could light his ass on fire. Okay so maybe that was a little extreme, but she didn’t trust or like him. The darkness he held around him put her on edge every time he was near. “I wouldn’t want to go in and destroy the wrong den when there could be a bigger threat out there. I just like to be sure.”

The truth was Vance had taken all the control of research and strategy from her when he took over the unit. That annoyed the hell out of her, and it also left her feeling as though she was going into an OP blind.

She swore he let out a low growl before he called the meeting to an end. Gathering her notebook and pen, she moved toward the door, only to stop when Vance stepped in her path. She fisted her free hand by her side and silently counted backward from ten. One corner of Vance’s lips lifted. She wanted so badly to punch that smirk right off his face.

Or just shoot him.

If there was a rogue, it was him for sure.

“What’s the rush?”

She stared into his dark brown eyes and squared her shoulders. “I skipped lunch.”

He moved to the side, and she stepped forward. He gripped her biceps and leaned in to whisper in her ear, “Tell the brats to stay safe.”

She jerked out of his grip and stormed down the hall to the lobby of Shield HQ, away from the bastard shifter-acting-human. Only then did she allow her heart to pound uncontrollably and let fear consume her.

Pulling out her phone, she sent a one-word text to an untraceable cell.

Marco.

A few seconds later she got a reply.

Polo
.

Relief flooded her system and threatened to make her knees give out. She had to get a grip. The twins were safe and very smart. But still she insisted on the text codes for her own piece of mind.

Although Vance had just threatened her niece and nephew. At least that was what she took it for, a threat. Maybe he knew they were wolves. No. He’d never met—or even seen them.

She had to get out of Shield and disappear. Fall off the radar for good.

But how?

When she reached the lobby door, she jerked back as it flew open to reveal a large man with black hair and bright green eyes that bored into her as he moved forward. She sidestepped him, but he was too quick. He snaked one arm around her waist, drew her into the hard length of his side, while he held a gun straight out, and fired at everyone around them.

She screamed, but no one heard her over the gunfire. Shield soldiers came from the back offices, weapons drawn. Two more men stepped up beside her and her captor then rushed the wall of Shield soldiers, killing them with ease like trained assassins.

Christa twisted and kicked with no results. The man had a death grip around her waist. “Let me go. We don’t have money in here.”

He didn’t reply, which was no surprise to her. She didn’t expect him to.
Think, Christa
. She scanned the large lobby, and her heart ached for the men and women she’d worked with for the last eight years. They were giving it their all, but it wasn’t good enough. One by one, they fell.

And she was helpless, trapped in the arms of the murderer.

One of her captor’s allies, an auburn-haired man, advanced down the hall. He came back a few minutes later and said, “He’s not here.”

The man holding her firmly to his body growled. “Let’s go.” He shot the last soldier before turning her around to face him.

She gasped. No fucking way. He was a shifter.