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Alex Gets Some
**Contains adult contain, and maybe some typos.
A shelf exploded behind Alex’s head and books clattered to the floor. Why did she bother to set to anything on it in the first place?
“Dante, that’s not how you express anger,” Alex Fitzsimmons said in a calm voice.
The little boy crunched his chubby face. She sighed, waiting for the impending wail. When he got like this, there was only one way to calm him before any more furniture exploded from the child’s epic telekinetic talent.
She stooped to pick him up. He arched back, releasing an ear shattering shriek.
“Hush little baby don’t say a word…”
He screamed louder.
“Mama’s going to buy you a predatory bird…”
The wail ebbed.
“If that predatory bird don’t hunt…”
With shuddering breaths, Dante laid his head on her shoulder.
“Mama’s gonna buy you a…” Alex frowned. “Mama’s gonna buy you…” Fuck, she could only think of one word to rhyme with hunt, and Dante’s mom would give Alex that hands-on-the-hips-guess-what-word-Dante-said-at-dinner-last-night talk.
A sexy male voice solved her dilemma. “A football to punt.”
She spun slowly. Dante lifted his head, and they both smiled at the tall, rugged shifter standing in the doorway.
“And it’s Rhys for the save.”
Rhys stepped into the childcare room. “What’s the drama about today?”
She set Dante down, who happily ran to the trainset to play like nothing had happened. “Hell hath no fury like the toddler who wanted the superhero plate instead of the friendly trains plate.”
Rhys’ hazel eyes twinkled; her insides melted. Gah! This guy always made her feel so damn girly.
To keep her mind on work, she took out the broom. Sweeping up the splinters, she ruefully thought of the time she’d tried to replace the shelf with a metal one. Alas, until one of the residents at the lodge mated with a blacksmith, there was no fixing warped steel. Since this particular shelf was the one that Dante targeted in his wrath, it was easier to mulch the remnants and replace it with a new one.
Once she was done, she leaned against a bookshelf containing reading material for ages birth to five. “Not that I don’t like seeing your hot ass drop by, what’s up?”
“All the Guardians are on assignment and I received word there’s a vampire entrepreneur trying to build a blood prostitution ring in West Creek.”
She gasped in delight and clapped her hands together. “And you need a girl to happen by with her irresistible hybrid blood and twist their nuts off.”
“Nuts off,” Dante echoed, pushing his trains around.
“You got it kid.” Pushing her jet black hair off her face, she glanced around. “Dani’s still on maternity leave, so Dante will stay home with her?”
Rhys nodded. “We’ll send Julio over to run the shit out of him so she can rest while the twins are napping.”
Her mind spun, clicking into place what she’d need to carry out the op. Rhys liked to spoil her once in a while and put her in the field. Occasionally hunting worthless scum to keep her skills sharp—she enjoyed the hell outta it.
“I have the perfect pimp bait outfit.”
Alex stumbled out of the alley. Her off kilter miniskirt rode up in the back, her fishnets had a giant rip by her left knee, and blow was sprinkled on her ripped top. If she chose to snort the white stuff the high would last five minutes with her unusually high hybrid metabolism. But drugs didn’t suit her. Turtle cheesecake, though. She’d huff that shit in seconds.
Making sure to wobble on a stiletto, she sniffed and rubbed her nose. Hearing the zip of a pair of jeans, she sensed Rhys exiting the alley behind her and walking in the other direction. Undercover sex was dual purpose (and always a good time). In case they were identified, they had a reason to smell like each other. Otherwise the shady vampire hanging out a couple blocks down only witnessed an addict doing what it took to get a fix.
And not just any addict. A hybrid, one who would score big bucks when vampires ponied up for a suck and fuck.
She tripped again, using a wall to catch herself.
You’re making quite a scene, Rhys’ wry voice filtered through her mind.
I know, right? Gawd, this is fun.
I know, babe. I have to say it. The whole I-love-you thing.
Aww, the male warmed her insides with his words as much as with his body.
She crossed the dark alley entrance and prepared to be kidnapped.
Her ears picked up the engine approaching from her left, the stench of the vampire to her right.
Her adrenaline spiked. Yaaasssss!
The male fanger flashed behind her. As much as she’d love to flash and pop up behind him and yell, “Marco!” she sucked in a girly gasp.
An arm anchored around her neck. She struggled with a quarter of her strength and one-sixteenth of her skill. A sharp jab in her upper arm and slow burn of foreign chemical indicated the dude was drugging her.
She embraced the effects, let the rush of her excitement carry them through her body and sagged against her attacker as the drug took effect.
The van wheels squealed to a stop behind her. Another male said, “You got her!”
“She’ll turn us a good profit. Her blood isn’t the only thing that’ll sell.” He squeezed her boob.
Aww, honey. That’ll cost you a hand. Her mind grew a bit foggy. That made the game more fun. The drugs should wear off quickly.
“I got the doors,” the driver said. “Come on, no one’s looking. Get her in and we’ll take her to the blood house.”
Her feet dragged, she lost a shoe—dammit! They weren’t her favorite pair. They weren’t hers at all and Kaitlyn was going to flip a bitch… then grin ask if Alex cut the male’s balls off.
The answer was yet to be determined.
Weakly struggling, she rolled into the van. Both males hopped in; one in back with her, the driver backing out into traffic.
“I’d like a bite of her myself,” her attacker drawled, “but Convex will kill me.”
“You have to pay for the product like any other John.” The driver snapped his gum and took a corner at a good forty miles an hour.
“Lemme go,” Alex slurred, writhing like she was trying to sit up.
Her boob received another honk-honk. One Move Wonder just lost his other hand.
Both of his hands now roamed her body and instead of sickening her gut, it spiked her anger. She’d dig his eyes out her thumbs and spit in the sockets, too.
Groaning, she flopped her hands enough that he couldn’t dig under her clothing.
“I might have to hit her with another shot. She’s not sedated enough.”
“Too late,” the driver announced, “we’re here. Let Convex inspect her first. He kinda likes a little fight left when he samples the goods.”
The van stopped and the doors opened. They were in a garage, and she was yanked out. Her lethargic muscles hung like lead off her bones, little juice left in them; she’d need to preserve her strength.
Seriously, she hoped Rhys tailed them here. Taking on at least three vampires while drugged, promised fun but didn’t have the best statistics.
Rhys? Her mind speak was weak as shit thanks to whatever they injected her with. A good side effect when one wanted to kidnap shifters.
They dragged her into the house and she smelled three more male vampires beyond her two captors.
Non-sedated, she’d take the five on and it’d be unfair odds—for them. Her sluggish thinking left her with the option to learn as much as she could while Rhys figured out how to break into the place.
Foreign scents assaulted her nose. Scratch that, the smells saturating the air were eerily familiar. The brutes and blood slaves aerated the environment with lust, deception, greed, despair, and fear so potent it dredged up images from Alex’s past that she’d long since dealt with. Didn’t mean they were a good time to sit through.
The effect benefitted her. Rage smoldered, burning through the drug incapacitating her movements.
These males. They all were going to die tonight.
Two guarded a door that appeared to be an entrance to a study. Leering at her, the one on the left massaged a fang with his tongue.
Sexy when Rhys did it. Gag City when this guy did it.
“We need to clear her with Convex.” the driver said.
The four males were all very vampirey. Tall, decent looking depending on who was forming the opinion. They’d all blend well in human society.
She recognized the one on the right. His expression registered nothing; he saw a junky who spread her legs for a line and now could be used for blood and banging.
They opened the door and dragged her inside. The scent of the vampire inside hit her and she realized two things. One, he was a depraved individual who enjoyed abusing without discrimination. And two, he was an old coworker of sorts.
The males hauled her forward. She schooled her features and her stance to reflect how the males typecast her. Her lips trembled. Her eyes remained downcast, always flicking behind her to the door.
“Convex, we found a special treat for you,” the driver spoke, sounding as if her abduction would raise him to what? Door guard status?
She carefully avoided Convex’s gaze until she heard him swear.
“What the fuck were you thinking?” he raged. “Did you do no research on her before you grabbed her?”
The angry male stood up at the desk, stalking around to come face to face with her. She tensed, jerking against the hands holding her.
“Don’t think I don’t remember you?” His putrid breath wafted over her face. “Agent X.”
Going still, she faced him. Her bright green eyes bored into eyes that were deepening with red from his anger. Or was that eagerness? “Agent C, was it? I thought you died in the takeover.”
His lip curled. The males holding her both tightened their grip and increased their distance from her as much as they could. She heard the door guard dogs enter.
“Only the strong survive it would seem.” His greedy stare ran down her body.
“The stupid seem to keep trucking, too.”
He smacked her across the face. Her head whipped to the side, blood welled in her mouth. She’d spit it all over him, but he’d only get excited.
“What happened, X? Did you get tired of humping that dog you took up with? Or did he kick you out when you couldn’t keep your fangs to yourself?”
“Ask your boys.” She faced the male who attacked her in the alley. He was looking a little pale and shaken. His eyes darted between her and Convex. Worried about your future? You should be. “Did the male I hit it with you before you caught me seem like he wanted nothing to do with me?”
His eyes grew wide as it dawned on him what she was saying. Convex drew in a sharp breath.
“This is a setup,” he hissed.
“Bingo!” Alex yanked her arms free.
She shoved her palm into Convex’s nose, feeling bone crunch. He stumbled back. Kicking to the side, she nailed the driver with her heel. She grabbed the other captor’s head in a bear hug and yanked it to the side.
Her depressed muscle control sapped her strength, the proof in the male’s head remaining on his shoulders. He recovered and all five males tackled her. Kicks, hits, yes, she even resorted to biting. The drugs were burning off, but not in time for her to be at full capacity.
One male grabbed her around the waist and dragged her down. The oh shit factor was rising high.
Rhys? Your damsel in distress is calling!
Nothing. Dammit. Vampires and their mental wards on their dwellings.
Strong hands gripped her legs. Convex’s hand wrapped around her throat, slowly squeezing, cutting her air off.
She was surrounded and pinned.
One attacker, the door guard she’d recognized, sprouted a wooden stake from his chest and flew backward. The same happened with the driver before the other three males realized they had company.
Convex released her to charge Rhys, whose furious expression promised death and destruction. He tossed her a blade.
Time for the boob pincher to lose some digits.
Convex and Rhys collided in a blur of arms and legs. Blood tainted the air.
Alex found the nearest hand that wasn’t hers and sliced it off. Ten points, it was even on the right thug! He held the stump of his arm, making her slash at his other hand way too easy.
The second door guard, the only one still standing, lunged for her, but she spun, drawing the blade across his neck. With the same move, she continued around to bury the end into the handless male’s chest. Both males went down and she made quick work of removing their heads.
Convex threw Rhys off, his big body flying past her. Instead of rushing past her to get back to the male, Rhys stood his ground. Sure enough, Convex flashed behind him to open a seam across his neck. Rhys ducked and spun, producing a wooden stake from his belt that he stabbed into Convex’s heart.
Then Rhys was in front of her, the gleam of the thrill of the fight tempered with concern for her. “Was it everything you hoped it’d be?”
She broke into a smile. “What a rush!” Throwing her arms around his neck, she pulled him in for a messy kiss.
Rhys reluctantly pulled back and scanned the room. “We’ll load their bodies in their van and take them out to burn. The blood slaves are here somewhere.”
She nodded. “Yup. They’re scents are hidden well, but this is definitely where they do business. You load the dead and I’ll search the place.” She flashed him a wicked grin.
“Glad to be of service,” he said wryly. “Still not wanting to work as a Guardian full-time?”
Scoffing, she waved him off. “It’s a fun hobby, but I’m still one hundred and ten percent certain that I’m doing what I’d rather do all day. Dante might blow shit up when he toddler tantrums, but I like the life and vitality of working with children. Their energy is not usually directed toward killing me.”
His hazel eyes twinkled. He liked to check in with her regularly, like it was his mission as her mate to make sure she only did what she wanted to after years of creating bad memories. “Let’s finish this rescue mission and get home.”
Their night was long from being over, but she was doing exactly what she wanted to be doing in life, with the people she loved. It was more than she’d ever dared ask for.