Донер Лорен

Smiley

Smiley

Laurann Dohner

Book 13 in the New Species series. It is advisable to read the books in order to get the most enjoyment from the series.

Vanni is furious when her fiancé tricks her into attending a conference where his father’s church is protesting the New Species Organization. She hates everything those vile bigots stand for. Vanni goes to the bar to cool off and ends up seated next to a handsome New Species. Things heat up fast when they are both drugged.

Smiley doesn’t want to believe the sweet human would dose them with the breeding drug. He’s willing to trust her and determined to save her life. He’ll hold her. Protect her. Offer up his body to distract them both from the pain. She is his female, even if she doesn’t realize it yet.

A Romantica® paranormal  erotic romance from Ellora’s Cave

Smiley

Laurann Dohner

Dedication

As always, I have to thank my amazing husband. MrLaurann is my rock, my inspiration, and he makes life a pretty fantastic experience to share. On Christmas 2013, I suffered a stroke. Life can be full of surprises, some wonderful…some not. I want to give a HUGE thank you to everyone for being so supportive. It was a very scary time at first but the many wonderful messages motivated me to keep my sense of humor and to push to get my life back on track. You guys rock!

I’d also like to say a very special thank you to Kele Moon. She’s an awesome best friend and the best critique partner I could ask for. To my mother, Donna, who pitched in to help with the kids after my stroke—thank you! My editor, Pamela Campbell, is worth her weight in gold. Thank you. Last but not least, I want to extend my gratitude to Ellora’s Cave. Five years ago you took a chance on me by offering a housewife with a dream of getting her stories published a book contract. I’m so glad that you did!

Chapter One

“Stop embarrassing me.” Carl hissed the words, glancing around to make sure he couldn’t be overheard by anyone except his target. “My father said you’re surly. It reflects badly on him. I just got my ass chewed out. Keep smiling and nod, Vanni. He also said you were rude to a journalist.”

“Did you hear what he preached up there?” She was angry too. “I agreed to put on this long skirt because your father has a problem with women wearing pants. I didn’t say I’d talk with reporters and repeat the hatred he spews.”

“You’re not supposed to talk at all. I know he’s old school but he is my father. We’re here to represent him.”

“Old school? I’d use way harsher words for what he is. No, I only came because I thought we were having a romantic weekend at a nice hotel. Instead, I discover you’re sharing a suite with your father and I’m stuck rooming with his insane assistant. You waited to spring this on me once we arrived because we both know I wouldn’t have come otherwise.”

He stepped closer and wrapped his fingers around her upper arm, glancing around again. “This is important to him. It’s two more days. Just smile and keep your lips sealed. That’s all.”

“You told me you have nothing to do with your father’s church. Why are we even here, Carl? I don’t understand.”

“He never asks me for anything but some of the press have been questioning his family values. He needed us here to show support. It’s only two days. Please, Vanni. I know this is a lot to ask but he is my father. That makes him family to you.”

She was tempted to remind him they weren’t married yet. Her mind went over her options. She was two hours from home, without a car. Her roommate could come get her but she’d only ask a favor that big in an emergency. It hadn’t quite reached that point but it was getting close.

Carl softened his tone. “This is important to my father and he really needs me to be here. He asks for so little, Vanni.”

She stared into his eyes and hated the way her resolve caved under that pleading look. “I don’t like his church members or what they stand for.”

“I don’t either but I couldn’t say no. You’re going to be my wife. I wanted you here with me.”

“They are bigots and I didn’t exactly wave that reporter down or ask to have a microphone shoved in my face. I just said two words, Carl—no comment. Be thankful I didn’t tell him that dinner was an hour of my life I’ll never get back and how pissed I was, hearing that bullshit.”

His normally handsome expression twisted into something less appealing. “My father and his followers just have different views. You’re not being fair.”

“Fair?” Her temper flared again. “Don’t even say that word to me. You swore we’d never have to deal with this church business and then you lied to get me here. That was underhanded and low.”

“It’s one damn weekend.” He hissed the words. “Don’t be selfish.”

“Who the hell are you and where did the man I know go? You hate the things your father stands for as much as I do or was that just bullshit to get me to marry you?”

He glanced around and then stared at her. “He promised to give me fifty grand if I showed up. Your family isn’t exactly able to pay for a nice wedding. I’m the one who has to eat the extra costs.”

She clenched her teeth, resenting the guilt trip and knowing that was exactly what it was. “I wanted something small so don’t lay this on me. You’re the one who wanted four hundred guests.”

“They are clients. I couldn’t get married without inviting them.”

“I want to leave.”

His hold tightened and he jerked her a little, looking away once again to scan the room. “Just stop it,” he snapped. “Go upstairs if you can’t put on a happy face. Don’t embarrass my dad again. Do you understand?”

“I’m starting to.” She didn’t like the implications either. “So you want me to hide after you brought me here since I won’t get with the program?”

“You can’t embarrass him.”

“What about me? I’m embarrassed to be here with that so-called church.” She yanked her arm, forcing him to release her and backed away.

“You don’t have to agree with their beliefs but you will stand by my side so I can support my father. Someone has to pay for this wedding.”

“Yes sir.” She raised her hand and smartly saluted. “I’ll be good and go hide upstairs so I don’t tell anyone that I was sickened by the hatred and stupidity your father preaches.”

“You’re being dramatic. It’s not flattering, Vanni.”

She bit back a nasty response.

“Don’t forget to show up at breakfast tomorrow. We’re supposed to pose for pictures with my dad right afterward. Wear the pink dress his assistant bought you.”

She cringed. “It’s horrible. It reminds me of some nightmare bridesmaid dress where someone threw up carnations down the front of it.”

Carl shook his head. “Just wear the fucking dress. Smile for the cameras and act like an adult. We’re doing this for our future and to pay for our wedding. Is that too difficult for you?”

She was tempted to say yes.

“Do it for me.” He reached out and took her hand, his thumb brushing over her engagement ring. “For us. It will make me happy and it’s only two days. That’s all. He’s trying to gain support for his church. There are reporters here and the coverage is just what he needs. We’ll get a nicer wedding out of it.”

Vanni cringed inside. She wouldn’t be heartbroken if his father’s church faded into oblivion and hoped no one took to heart the crap she’d heard during dinner. The speech Pastor Gregory Woods had given had made her lose her appetite. She would have walked out if it hadn’t been for Carl. She’d tried to avoid an argument but hadn’t succeeded since a reporter had attempted to interview her right afterward. Her “no comment” remark had pissed Carl off and apparently his father as well.

“Shit,” Carl muttered. “Reporters at two o’clock. Get the hell out of here before they spot us.” He glanced down at her and his gaze narrowed. “Go upstairs and stay there until breakfast. We’ll discuss this in the morning.”

She spun away, eager to leave the banquet hall. The Carl she knew had radically changed once they’d arrived at the hotel and she wasn’t enjoying this new side of him. He’d been a first-rate dick. It made her seriously reconsider their future.

Pastor Gregory Woods’ personal assistant, Mable, was another nightmare for Vanni. The woman was rude and snooty. The idea of returning to the room they shared turned her away from the elevators. The bar sign beckoned. She strode toward it and entered the dimly lit area. The tables were occupied but she spotted an open barstool. She rarely drank and bars weren’t her scene.

The bartender caught her eye as he approached. He was in his mid-thirties and flashed a friendly smile. “What can I get you?”

Vanni smoothed the long skirt as she took a seat and shoved a hand inside her pocket, regretting leaving her purse in her room. She had a twenty-dollar bill and her room keycard though. Her license was in her wallet so she couldn’t prove her age if asked to show ID. Could my luck get any worse? “Just an iced tea but no lemon. Thanks.”

He nodded and turned away to fetch her drink. She kept her head down until someone cleared his throat to the left of her. She hoped it wasn’t some drunk about to hit on her—the reason she hated bars. One deep breath and she turned her head to face her fellow bar mate.

The gasp was automatic when she saw his features. It came as a shock to realize he wasn’t just any guy. He had the firm jawline, pronounced cheekbones and generous lips that told her he was New Species. Her gaze lowered to his jeans jacket and the way the sleeves were tight in the shoulder and upper arms. He wasn’t sporting the black NSO uniform that she’d spotted a few of them wearing from the brief glimpses she’d gotten of them in the lobby.

She lowered her gaze to glance at his jeans. They were molded to muscular thighs. Her attention jerked upward to gawk a little at his face again. I shouldn’t have asked. My luck can get worse. Panic struck her next. Carl would have a fit if someone spotted her sitting next to a New Species and told him or his father.

This New Species possessed lovely brown eyes with long dark eyelashes. He had silky black hair that fell just past his shoulders. He blinked before he spoke. “Are you all right? You’re really pale and your hands are shaking.”

His voice had a deep tone that sent chills down her spine. She wasn’t sure if it was from fear or because it was the kind of voice she found sexy. It was gruff, masculine and pleasant at the same time. She struggled to come up with an answer but acknowledged being tongue-tied.

He leaned in a little closer. “I’m not dangerous if that’s what you heard about my kind. I’d never attack you. Do you want me to go?” He tensed as if to get up from the stool.

“No!” She managed to speak. It made her feel a little guilty that he was ready to leave because of her deplorable reaction. “I was just surprised, that’s all. You’re fine where you are.”

He leaned back on his barstool. The bartender distracted her when he brought her iced tea and dropped off a dark-colored drink to the New Species. She withdrew the twenty. “I’ll pay for both of them. Keep the change.” It was the least she could do after making him uncomfortable.

“You don’t have to do that.”

The bartender fled and she faced the man with the whiskey voice. His nose was wider than most but his eyes were striking with the long dark eyelashes. Beautiful, even. “Call it my version of an apology. My mood has nothing to do with you. I’ve been on edge all day.”

He lifted his drink and took a sip. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.”

He put down his drink, ran his palm over his thigh then offered it to her. “I’m Smiley.”

Her still-stunned mind scrambled for the definition of the word. Rumors speculated they picked their names to reflect their personalities. It was a nice one. “Vanni.”

His hand was large and warm. He took hers very gently, shook it and released her. “Vanni is a pretty name.”

“It stands for Travanni. My mother had a thing for weird names. I hate it. All my life I’ve just gone by Vanni.” She sipped her tea, trying not to babble. She did that when she was nervous and speaking to a New Species made her very much so. “My poor sister got stuck with Mortimia. She usually refuses to tell people her full name and just goes by Mia. We are certain that my mom was obsessed with vampires.”

He appeared a little confused. “I don’t understand.”

She smiled. “Travanni reminds me of Transylvania, home of Dracula. Mortimia, well, Mort translates into dead. Mia translates into me. Dead me.”

He chuckled now. It was a nice sound. “I see. Are there any other siblings with strange names?”

“I have an older brother. He got stuck with Count. Again with the vampire theme. Count Dracula. She said it means noble but we’re on to her.” Shut up, she ordered herself but then the New Species laughed. She relaxed. “She’s weird but we love her.”

“What did your father think about those names?”

She hesitated. “He was a workaholic. He was gone a lot, out of the country on business when most of us were born so I don’t think he had much input. He pretty much got her pregnant and then flew away. We joke that we know when he had vacation time by counting back nine months from our birthdays. He’s retired these days.”

“That must be nice that he’s home now.”

“Well, my parents haven’t killed each other yet so I guess it is.” Vanni took another drink of her tea. She was downing it fast. It might silence her before she over-shared too much about her family just to find a topic of conversation. “I take it you’re here for the thing?”

He blinked. “Thing?”

“You know. The conference thing.” The New Species Organization was promoting the expansion of the NSO Reservation to start a wildlife sanctuary to take in more rescued animals. Gregory argued they were really training them to attack people. He was nuts.

He nodded. “Yes. Are you as well?”

She wasn’t going to admit it or he might ask who she’d come with. Pastor Gregory was one of New Species’ biggest adversaries. After hearing the vicious things Carl’s father had said about people like Smiley she was ashamed to be associated with that church in any way. He seemed nice and definitely not deranged. “Vacation,” she lied.

He nodded. “It’s beautiful here in Los Angeles. I love the city lights I see from my room. It’s like a different world from where I come from.”

“Do you live at Homeland or Reservation?”

“Homeland.” He drank more of his soda. “I’m here on security detail. I just finished my shift.”

She nodded, deciding to change the subject. “You’re drinking Red Bull and vodka?” She glanced at the glass he held.

He shook his head. “Most of my kind don’t drink alcohol. This is just a soda.”

She’d heard so many rotten things from Carl’s father about New Species but talking to Smiley proved him wrong, so far anyway. It wasn’t a surprise that the pastor was a gasbag. She cleared her throat, trying to think of a topic to talk about.

“Take my advice and just enjoy the city from your room. This neighborhood is nice but I wouldn’t want to venture a few blocks over. The crime rate is horrible.”

One dark eyebrow arched as he peered at her with curiosity.

“That older brother I mentioned is a cop. He made me swear not to leave the hotel after doing a computer check of the area before I arrived. I got a lecture about carjackings, muggings and rape complaints that had been filed. He acted as though I’d take moonlight strolls down alleys or something.” She grinned. “I’m always going to be five years old to him, I swear. I’m hoping that one day he realizes I’m an adult but I’m not holding my breath.”

“He worries about you.”

She completely relaxed. “That’s what big brothers do all the way from New York. He moved there five years ago but Dad mentioned my trip so I got ‘the phone call’. I know he loves me, even though he’s kind of a pain.”

“Thank you for the warning about crime but we aren’t allowed to leave the hotel.”

That surprised her. “Why not?”

“There are a lot of humans who wish us harm or death just because we exist.”

She thought she saw a flash of pain in his attractive brown eyes but hoped he didn’t notice her guilty look. Pastor Gregory and his church were part of the problem. “They are idiots.”

“The hotel has good security so it’s safe for us as long as we stay inside. We also have our own security teams in place but we’re under orders to stick together.”

She glanced around the bar then back at him. “I don’t see any other New Species.”

He hesitated. “The two humans sitting at a table in the far corner are on our task force. They are keeping an eye on me. We travel in teams. I just wanted some alone time.”

“I’m sorry. And here I am chatting away at you. I’ll go.” She started to slide off the barstool to give him privacy.

“Don’t. I didn’t mean that how it sounded. I wanted to get away from them, not you. I’m enjoying our talk.”

Vanni settled back into her seat and drank some tea but couldn’t resist glancing at the far corner. Two big, burly men regarded her from a table. They looked mean and she knew without a doubt they were part of Smiley’s security team. She stared up at him. “I hope they don’t deem me a threat.”

Smiley chuckled. “I’ll deserve some pain if you attack and cause me harm. No offense.”

“None taken.” She laughed. “I know I’m intimidating at five foot three. This flower-print skirt really screams badass, doesn’t it?” She glanced at her lap. “God, I hate this thing.”

“Why are you wearing it?”

Because I was ordered to and thought it was easier to put it on rather than argue with Carl. “I had a dinner to attend earlier and it was appropriate attire.” She didn’t offer more of an explanation, just sipped her tea and tugged at her shirt. She had begun to sweat. “Wow. It’s really hot in here.”

“I was just thinking the same thing. It must be ninety degrees.”

“At least.” She bypassed the straw to take a gulp of her drink, hoping the coolness would help.

Smiley shifted in his seat and peeled off the jacket, revealing a black tank top and tan, muscular arms. She tried not to stare but it was difficult. He was built. His biceps flexed as he twisted enough to drape the jacket over the back of his chair. Somebody works out a lot. She had to admire his broad shoulders too since so much of them showed. They were wide and thick, the kind she saw at her local gym on body builders. He smiled.

“That should help.”

Stop gawking at him before he notices! She forced her gaze away from his body to stare up at his face. “You’re really fit.” Oh my god. I just said that aloud.

“I am Species.” He shrugged. “It’s genetics and I am in Security. What do you do for a living?”

“I’m a chair jockey.”

That eyebrow of his rose again. “What is that?”

“I work in an office sitting at a desk most days. My version of exercise is running back to grab the phone if I left my desk to send off faxes or use the copy machine. I get to deal with a ton of paperwork, for the most part. The technical term for my job is executive secretary but I prefer chair jockey. It sounds more exciting than what it really is.”

“I wish that was my version of exercise. We run miles a day and train all the time.”

“What do you train for? Like with guns and hitting what you aim at?”

“Fighting and yes, we know how to use guns but we want to keep our reflexes at peak levels. Hand-to-hand-combat training is what we mostly do.”

She glanced at his thickly muscled arms and those wide shoulders again. Don’t drool. Smiley was the exact opposite of her fiancé. Carl was a lawyer. The only exercise he got was swinging golf clubs at the country club. He was pasty white, just a few inches taller than she was and they were about the same weight. Smiley had to be well over a hundred pounds heavier and he appeared tall, even sitting. He was very appealing and she definitely noticed. I’d have to be blind not to. Don’t forget you’re engaged.

She gulped more of her tea but not even the icy drink could help her cool down. “Wow. It is really warm in here.” Vanni could feel perspiration trickling down her back and between her breasts. She shifted in her seat, wishing she wasn’t wearing a skirt nearly to her ankles. Her thighs felt damp too, as if they were sweating. “Maybe I should hang out in this bar more often. It’s like a sauna. Who needs exercise?”

Smiley lifted his arm and waved to get the bartender’s attention. The man walked over but he didn’t look happy about it. He kept back from the counter. “What do you need?”

“The female is hot and so am I. Could you please turn up the air-conditioning?”

“Sure.” He spun and nearly ran to the opposite side of the bar.

“‘So much for giving good service after getting a big tip,” Vanni muttered.

“He appeared frightened.”

She glanced up at Smiley. “You think so?”

He nodded.

She glanced at his arms. “You took off your jacket.”

“So?”

She licked her lips and shifted in her seat. A dizzy spell struck and she gripped the edge of the bar to keep steady until it passed. “You’re really buff.”

“That’s terrifying?”

“He probably realized you could kick his ass.”

“Oh. I’d never attack someone without a good reason. Should I tell him that so I don’t frighten him? I’m no threat to the male.”

She shook her head. “Just ignore it. Some people are paranoid morons.”

Smiley took another sip of his soda. “You’d think I terrified him just by being Species.”

“You don’t terrify me. You’re nice.”

“Thank you.” He lifted his wrist to glance at his watch.

“Do you have to leave?”

“No. I just can’t believe it’s ten at night. It doesn’t feel that late. I guess I should finish my drink and go to my room. I have an early shift in the morning.”

“Yeah. I should go to my room soon but I think I’ll eat something first. I picked at my dinner earlier.”

He studied her. “It wasn’t good?”

“I had to eat dinner with some people who said things that made me feel sick. It kind of killed my appetite at the time. They are idiots. It seems to be going around tonight.”

“So why did you eat with them?”

“I had no choice. I was kind of pushed into it by someone else.”

He seemed to understand that. “They have good food here. I ate dinner at this bar yesterday. I’d recommend the steak.”

He looked like a meat eater to Vanni. Carl was a vegetarian. An image of a white onion with Carl’s face on it suddenly popped into her head and she burst out in giggles.

A firm hand gripped her upper arm. “Are you well?”

She stared up at Smiley and the humor faded. He was really handsome and she noticed he smelled good. “What is that cologne you’re wearing?” She sniffed and wanted to be closer to get a better whiff. She leaned forward and nearly fell off her barstool.

“Vanni?” Smiley gripped her other arm to keep her in place. “What is wrong? Your pupils are dilated and you’re almost panting.”

Am I? The dizzy spell had passed but she still felt lightheaded. She focused on her breathing and realized Smiley was right. “I’m hot and,” she glanced at what little was left of her iced tea, “feel drunk. I think the bartender gave me the wrong drink. I said iced tea, not a Long Island Iced Tea.”

“I don’t understand.”

She lifted her head and stared into his eyes again. They were gorgeous. “One has alcohol and one doesn’t. I, um, think he gave me one with booze. You have bedroom eyes.” She realized she’d said that last part aloud. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to tell you that.”

He leaned in closer until their faces were inches apart. She couldn’t help but stare at his lips. They looked kissable and soft, despite him being so masculine.

“Vanni? What can I do? Should I call someone? Do you have a friend here at the hotel who can escort you safely to your room? I could call hotel security. I’d take you myself but that might be inappropriate.”

She cringed, imagining her roommate tattling instantly to Carl if she showed up two sheets to the wind. He’d ordered her to go upstairs and wouldn’t be happy that she’d gone to the bar instead. He’d lose his mind if Smiley walked her to the door and Mable got a look at him.

“I’m not going to take advantage of you. You’re safe.”

“It’s not that.” She shook her head and regretted it when the room spun. “It’s my roommate. Crap. That would be so bad.”

He helped her sit upright in her chair and released her arms. “You should eat. I’ll order food.”

Her stomach muscles clenched and it almost hurt. “No.” She gripped the edge of the bar and tried to figure out what was wrong with her. She was lightheaded, sweating, and the pain in her stomach intensified and traveled lower to between her legs. Her eyes widened when her clit began to throb as though it had a heartbeat. “Oh shit.”

“Vanni?” Smiley’s voice softened. “What can I do? I want to help you.”

She closed her eyes and tried to slow her breathing. Instead it made her aware of her breasts. They started to ache and she was pretty sure her nipples grew taut. Something was definitely wrong. Another hot flash struck and she fought the urge to tear off her clothes since it felt as if her skin was on fire. It passed and relief swept through her for a few seconds until the chills began. She’d gone from hot to cold in a flash.

“Vanni?” Smiley leaned in, his voice almost against her ear. “Do you need a doctor? I could see if one is staying at the hotel.”

She opened her eyes and turned her head. Her teeth started to chatter and she trembled all over. “I’m so cold,” she admitted.

He frowned and called to his team, “We need help over here.” He raised his voice. “Ned!”

It seemed as though the two men were instantly next to them. “What is it, Smiley?”

“You have medic training, right?” Smiley addressed the dark-haired one. “Take a look at her.”

The man moved to her other side and leaned between the barstools, forcing her to turn toward him when he gripped her shoulders. She stared into light-blue eyes. He studied her then released her shoulder to grip her wrist. Seconds ticked by. He frowned and glanced at someone behind her.

“I think she’s on drugs.”

“I don’t do drugs.” She was horrified at the implication.

Ned frowned and held her gaze. “What did you take?”

“I didn’t. I swear. I would never—” A blast of pain shot through her belly and jolted lower to her clit. The chills left and she started to sweat again.

“Shit.” Smiley’s voice sounded strangely deep and almost inhuman. “Clear the bar. Now. Alert Security that we have an emergency situation.”

“We need to call an ambulance,” Ned argued. “She’s as high as a kite.”

“Do as I say,” Smiley snarled. “Clear the bar and alert our people. Let her go.”

Ned cursed and released her, stepping away to yank out his cell phone. He jerked his head at the second man. “Clear the bar. I’ll make the call.”

Vanni turned her head to look at Smiley as he slid off his barstool and yanked his jacket off the back of it. He draped it over her shoulders and then grabbed the sides of her seat, twisting it to face him. He leaned in and his nostrils flared as he sniffed at her. She watched his tan face pale before his gaze lifted to meet hers.

“What did you do?”

“Nothing.”

His lips flattened into a tight line and a muscle in his jaw jerked. He made a low rumbling sound, blinked a few times and his Adam’s apple showed that he swallowed hard before he spoke. “I can smell you. We were warned about the drug, Vanni. Where did you get it? Why would you take it?”

She tried not to panic but failed. “I don’t know what you’re talking about. What’s happening to me?”

The harsh set of his features and the way his eyes narrowed were scary. “Did they at least warn you about how dangerous it is?”

She was distracted when people started to complain loudly. She turned her head and watched the blond security guy force patrons to leave as he cleared the bar. Men in black uniforms rushed inside to help him.

“Vanni?”

She looked at Smiley. “What’s going on?”

“That’s what I’d like to know,” a deep voice stated.

She turned and stared at the New Species who wore a black, well-tailored suit. It was designer quality. She knew that face. Some of her fear eased as she stared at Justice North. He was on television all the time and she’d seen plenty of interviews with him. He barely spared her a glance before focusing on Smiley.

“Inhale,” Smiley whispered.

Justice took a deep breath and his full attention snapped to her. His catlike eyes narrowed. “Shit.”

“My sense of smell isn’t as good as yours but I’m right, aren’t I?” Smiley queried.

“Yes.”

Vanni shivered, suddenly cold again, despite the jacket draped around her and she grabbed at the edges, holding it tightly against her middle. She wanted to draw her knees up and curl into a ball just to try to get warm.

“Who are you working for?” Justice North glared at her.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“It’s worse,” Smiley whispered. “I think she dosed my drink too.”

A terrifying snarl came from Justice North and he flashed some scary, sharp fangs, never taking his eyes off her while he spoke to Smiley. “You think or you know you were dosed?”

“I’m pretty sure I was. I’m sweating, my heart rate is up and I’m feeling it in my jeans. She’s attractive and I’m starting to hurt. I didn’t drink enough to lose control but I’m in for some hell.”

“What is the emergency?” A New Species arrived, sporting the NSO uniform, his black hair pulled into a ponytail. He was huge. He sniffed and growled. “Breeding drug. I can smell it.”

“It’s coming from her,” Smiley informed him. “She drank it and dosed me too, Brass.”

Chapter Two

“I want to go now.” Vanni was afraid and confused. They were talking about her as if she’d drugged both Smiley and herself. She tried to slide off the barstool to escape but Smiley prevented her from leaving when he grabbed her hips and pushed her back against the seat.

“Stay.”

His hands were warm where he held her and she noticed again how really good he smelled. She couldn’t believe she noticed that with everything going on but she did. “What’s happening to me?”

She stared into Smiley’s eyes, hoping he’d tell her. Some emotion flashed in them but she couldn’t identify it. He turned his head away but kept hold of her as he looked at Justice North.

“I don’t think they warned her what would happen. She’s scared. No one could act this well.”

“We need to get both of you out of here.” Justice withdrew a phone from his pocket. “I’ll order two SUVs to drive around the hotel and we’ll take you out a back door rather than asking the hotel for permission to use their heliport. It’s the least suspicious way. There are too many reporters on scene. Medical will be on standby when you reach Homeland. You’ll be taken in separate vehicles.”

“No.” Smiley shook his head. “The trip will take about two hours and she’ll attack the males if her symptoms worsen.”

“They can restrain her.” Justice turned and strode a few feet away to talk on the phone. He kept his voice low so she couldn’t hear what was said.

She looked around the room and was terrified to see the bar had been cleared of everyone except New Species and men wearing NSO uniforms. She counted over a dozen.

“Vanni?” She looked up at Smiley. “It’s going to get far worse. How much pain are you in?”

“A lot,” she admitted. Her stomach hurt and she was very aware of the area between her thighs. “What’s wrong with me? Is it poison?”

“Worse.” He bent down until their faces were close. “That drug you put in our drinks is a breeding drug.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about but I didn’t do it.”

“You sat next to me. You’re the only one I let down my guard around.”

“I didn’t do anything.”

His expression softened. “I want to believe you.” He glanced around then spoke to the guy with the ponytail. “Brass, she said she didn’t do it. Perhaps it was someone else.”

The male stepped forward and visually examined Vanni. “Where is your purse?” He patted her down, removing the hotel key card from her skirt pocket then frowned, staring at her. “Where is your identification?”

Vanni fought to form words. “I don’t have any. I left it in my room.”

Brass scowled. “That’s suspicious. Humans always carry certain things and she doesn’t have any of them. No purse. No driver’s license. Did any other hotel guests come near you, Smiley?”

“No. Just her and the bartender.”

“We cleared him, for now. All the humans who work here had thorough background checks. She appears to be the guilty one.”

“What’s going to happen to me? Are they going to call an ambulance?” Vanni’s unease was spiraling into fear.

“A human hospital can’t help us. We need to go to Homeland. That drug was invented for New Species. Our doctors have more knowledge than yours would.” Smiley leaned in closer, holding her gaze.

A hot flash struck and she groaned as her skin started to feel as if it were on fire. She released the lapels of the jacket and latched on to Smiley’s upper arms. A sharp stabbing sensation pierced her stomach and jolted lower to her vagina. She cried out and clung to Smiley. It felt as if someone was tearing her apart with a sword.

“Does anyone have a stun gun on them? We need to put her out.”

It alarmed Vanni when someone said that. They were going to hurt her? She whimpered and leaned forward, pressing her face against Smiley’s shoulder. He stepped closer and allowed it.

“No,” a voice responded. “One of us could punch her hard enough to knock her out.”

“No.” Smiley glowered. “No one is going to hit her.”

“It’s going to get worse,” another man with a deep voice responded. “It would be a kindness. She’s human. To give her a sedative with the breeding drug could send her into cardiac arrest.”

“She might die anyway,” someone else stated.

“The SUVs will be here soon.” Justice North was back. “They have to inspect them first to make sure they weren’t tampered with in the parking structure. How is she doing?”

“Not well.” Smiley released her hips and rubbed her back. “She’s in a lot of pain.”

“I bet she is. Back away, Smiley. I can smell her need from four feet away. Brass, do you think you could hit her and knock her unconscious without causing damage?”

“I don’t know. They are more fragile than our females.”

Ned, the medic, spoke. “I could place her in a choke hold until she loses consciousness. I know how to do it without causing permanent damage but she wouldn’t stay down long.”

“No one is going to hurt her.” Smiley sounded pissed.

“The alternative is restraining her and allowing her to be in agony until you reach Homeland.” Justice sighed. “Which would be crueler?”

Vanni released Smiley’s arms and clutched at his tank top. “Help me.” He’d been nice and had said he wouldn’t let anyone hurt her. She was scared, surrounded by strangers and she hurt worse than she could ever remember. Sweat poured off her and she shrugged, trying to rid herself of his jacket.

Smiley seemed to understand and removed it. It didn’t help. She was burning up and lightheaded. “I have a fever.”

“It’s the drug.” Smiley adjusted his stance and straightened. He didn’t step away though, keeping her on the stool, his body blocking her from the others.

She pressed her face against his chest. He smelled incredible. She lifted her chin and when her lips brushed across hot skin at the top of his tank top, the urge to lick him gripped her. She resisted but she bet he’d taste good too. What the hell am I thinking? What is wrong with me? She felt panic rising. “Smiley!” He needed to help her or get her to a hospital.

He cleared his throat. “Leave us alone.”

“No.” Justice sounded closer. “You’re both going to Homeland.”

“We’re both suffering. I won’t lose control. Clear the room and give us privacy.”

“That’s not happening. It’s what whoever planned this wants,” Justice stated, his voice grim. “I’m sure they believed you’d kill her. You were dosed inside a bar full of humans. You would have snapped if you hadn’t figured out what was going on and we got to you in time to prevent a tragedy.”

Smiley reached between them and curled his hands over hers. “Let go, Vanni.”

She didn’t want to and shook her head. He stepped away and gently pried her fingers off the thin material. She missed the security his body provided and whimpered, staring into his eyes. He surprised her by crouching down to put them at face level.

“Vanni, do you know what the breeding drug does?”

“It doesn’t sound good.”

“Enough,” the tall, ponytailed New Species ordered. “We’ll question her at Homeland.”

Smiley ignored him. “It’s a drug Mercile Industry invented to force Species into an overriding desire to have sex. We heard they were trying to create a human version and it smells as though you took it. You’re sweating the scent out through your pores.”

Distracted by the pain she suffered, Vanni had to fight to keep up with what he was saying. “Like GHB?” She’d heard of date-rape drugs. “I thought that just made someone pass out.”

“Smiley,” Justice interrupted, “you said she’s the one who dosed you.”

“She said she didn’t.”

“You believe her?”

“I don’t know but I’m certain, if she did, whoever gave her the drug didn’t tell her what it would do. Either way, she should have options and know what she faces. She should decide.”

Justice North cursed softly. “Do it.”

Smiley took a deep breath and explained, “You’re not going to pass out. The pain will grow worse, at best guess. With Species it’s excruciating and can cause us to go insane. The only relief is not fighting the drug.”

“I still don’t understand.” She whimpered as the throbbing between her legs intensified. It felt as if her clit were being pinched. It wasn’t pleasant.

“You can either agree to have sex with me to make the pain stop or you can suffer. It’s that simple.”

She was horrified and it must have shown in her expression because he frowned.

“You’ve made your choice. We’ll restrain you so you don’t attack anyone or hurt yourself. Just hang on, Vanni. They’ll get us to Homeland as quickly as possible and to our doctors. They’ll help you.” He stood, releasing her, and addressed Justice North.

“Let’s go. You’ll want to restrain me too as a precaution but I’m handling the drug well so far.”

“The SUVs just pulled up to the exit,” one of the NSO security men stated. “They’re waiting. Let’s move out.”

Smiley backed away and two of the human NSO-uniformed men surged forward and gripped Vanni by her upper arms. They weren’t rough but they pulled her to her feet. The second she put weight on her legs she cried out. Her knees gave way and she would have collapsed on the floor if they hadn’t been holding her. Sharp stabbing pain stung her from head to foot.

“Move! Let her go.” Smiley was there suddenly, shoving the men aside and scooping her into his arms.

Vanni clung to him. Some of the pain eased and she breathed in his wonderful scent. She buried her face against his warm throat. He sat, putting her ass on his lap, and stroked her back.

“Focus on my voice. I’m right here. I have you,” he rasped against her ear.

“Smiley,” Justice North urged. “Hand her to Brass. He’ll carry her out to the SUV.”

“Vanni, we need to go. You need medical attention and that can’t happen here.”

She lifted her head and stared up at Smiley. “Don’t leave me.” She was terrified of strangers taking her anywhere.

“I can’t ride with you because I’m drugged too. It’s best if they separate us.”

The ponytailed guy drew her attention as he stepped closer and held out his arms. “Give her to me.”

She let go of Smiley and was passed over to the big New Species. The stabbing pain to her stomach returned and she cried out. He turned with her, walking toward the back of the bar. She writhed in his arms, clutching his protective vest. They passed through a door that was held open by NSO Security. Cold air touched her when they stepped outside.

“Stop!” Vanni couldn’t take the pain. “Take me back.”

He halted and looked at her. It was dim in the alley but a few lights helped her see. He was a handsome man, albeit scary looking.

“We’ll get you to Homeland as fast as possible. There will be a helicopter on standby if you worsen on the way. We can pull off and have them land nearby then transfer you for transport. We just have to get out of the city first.”

“I can’t take this.” Tears filled her eyes. “Was Smiley telling me the truth?”

“You reek of a breeding drug.”

“Is there a way to counteract it?”

“No. You’ll have to ride it out or once you’re in Medical they can attempt to help you. We can’t risk giving you other drugs until then. Species have died that way in the past. Their hearts stopped beating. You’ll want to be with our doctors so they can save you.”

The seriousness of the situation hit home. “Am I going to die?”

He frowned. “I don’t know. This might be a different version of the drug we heard was being tested. It smells the same but your reactions are milder than what we felt.”

“Mild? I feel as though I’m being ripped to shreds from the inside out.” She panted. “This has got to be worse than labor.”

“You’re not screaming and going into convulsions. That’s what happens when Species fight the drug by refusing to share sex.”

“Sex really does stop the pain? Are you serious?”

“The drug is designed to create uncontrollable sexual urges so sex overrides the pain sensors from what we understand. Most of us have no memory of what happens after being dosed when the pain becomes too strong.”

“Move,” someone behind them ordered. “Let’s get them on the road.”

Brass carried her to the closest black SUV and one of the NSO guards opened the door. Brass addressed him. “Get the soft restraints. She needs to be bound so she doesn’t hurt herself. One of you will need to sit in the back with her to keep her from slamming her head into the glass if she gets that urge.”

That was the last straw for Vanni. How much more pain did he think she was going to suffer if trying to bash her head into a window was a real concern? “Just hit me. Knock me out.”

Brass frowned.

She sucked in a deep breath and yelled to get her point across. She meant it. “HIT ME!”

He bent and set her on her unsteady feet. “I’m afraid I’ll damage you.”

“I’m already in agony, damn it. Just do it.” She lifted her chin and closed her eyes, hoping it wouldn’t hurt too much.

The punch never came. Strong arms wrapped around her waist and her back pressed against the side of the SUV. A big firm body pinned her there. She opened her eyes and was stunned to realize Smiley had her.

“No one is going to hit you. It could break bones. You’re too fragile. You can take the pain.”

Tears spilled down her cheeks. “I can’t.”

“Smiley,” Brass urged, “I’ll be careful.”

“Bullshit. You can’t guarantee you won’t break her jaw.” Smiley’s face bore an angry expression and he suddenly lifted her off her feet, putting her at his face level. “I swore no one would hurt you and I keep my word. I’m going to kiss you. It will distract you from the pain.”

Vanni forgot how to breathe when he leaned in and lowered his gaze to her mouth. She could have turned away but didn’t. She’d like to have blamed it on the drug, the pain, but had to admit she wanted him to. It seemed more than likely that she’d die and she’d been attracted to him since they met. She closed her eyes and enjoyed the first light brush of his soft lips touching hers.

He pressed tighter against her and released her hip to tangle his fingers in her hair as he deepened the kiss. He tasted of cherry—probably what had flavored his soda. The pain faded to be replaced by need. She wanted Smiley more than she’d ever wanted any man. Her breasts ached and the desire to rub against him, feel him inside her became so intense she moaned from the need.

“Let her go,” a deep voice demanded. “Smiley!”

Smiley broke the kiss and turned away to shoot a fierce look at Brass. “You’re not hitting her.” Smiley faced her again. It was too dark in the alleyway to really see his eyes. “Let me take care of you. I can keep away the pain with pleasure.”

“It’s a bad idea.” Brass lowered his voice. “Don’t forget that she might be the one who dosed your drink.”

Smiley held her gaze. “It doesn’t matter. I can’t stand to see her suffer, knowing the pain she’ll face.”

He freed his hand from her hair and gripped her hips, rubbing against her. The feel of his stiff cock trapped inside his jeans brushing against her excruciatingly swollen clit was heavenly. Raw pleasure had her closing her eyes again and moaning louder. Part of her was horrified that there were people around them, strangers, but it did take away the pain. She clutched at Smiley as if he were a lifeline. He’d become one. She spread her legs and wrapped them around his hips, locking herself to him.

“Secure the perimeter,” Smiley demanded. “Give us privacy.”

“Fuck,” the angry-sounding Brass muttered. “You heard him. Lock this area down and give them space. Eyes elsewhere.” He paused. “At least get her inside the building, Smiley.”

She barely heard the words as Smiley continued to rock his hips, thrusting against her in a slow rhythm that made thinking impossible. Her clit was so sensitive she couldn’t focus on anything else but that firm rhythm of his sex against hers. It was the most powerful awareness of a man she’d ever experienced.

His hands left her hips and slid to her ass, cupping both cheeks and grinding their bodies together more effectively. Vanni buried her face against his neck and opened her mouth, desperate to taste any part of him since he’d stopped kissing her. She licked him just under his ear then latched on to his earlobe, lightly sucking it.

He shuddered against her and made a sexy sound. His mouth found her throat and he brushed kisses there. “Vanni.”

Her name on his lips made her burn up inside. It might be just another hot flash but she didn’t care. She couldn’t get close enough to Smiley with their clothes on. She needed to feel his skin and she ached to have him inside her. An image flashed in her mind—what it would feel like if they were naked and he fucked her—sending her into orgasm.

Vanni released his ear and pressed her lips against his throat, crying out. Her entire body shook from the force of it. Ecstasy tore her away from any sense of reality while she rode out the mother of all climaxes.

Smiley stilled his hips, his breathing harsh. “I’m here. I’ve still got you.”

She slowly became aware of their surroundings again. The night air chilled her skin. Her skirt was hiked up and bunched between her thighs and his jeans. His cock was hard and pressed firmly against her pussy through the layers of clothing. She hadn’t come in her underwear since she was a teenager messing around with her first boyfriend, too afraid to have sex for fear of it hurting when she lost her virginity.

“Oh god,” she whispered.

His big hands gentled the firm hold he had on her ass and he inched away a little, unpinning her from between him and the SUV. She opened her eyes and glanced around. Four men stood about thirty feet away in the dark alley, in front of the vehicle. Their backs were turned and they seemed to be guarding the entrance from the street. A car passed but didn’t slow.

She turned her head. The door to the hotel had been closed and a black-clad guard blocked it. She looked toward the back of the vehicle and saw more guards posted down the alley. They were faced away too, but seemed to be there to make sure no one stumbled across her and Smiley.

“Vanni?”

Embarrassment was a horrible thing but she had to meet his gaze. The look of concern on his handsome face only made it worse. “Put me down.”

She lowered her legs along the outside of his when he did as she requested. Her knees shook, threatening to buckle under her weight when she stood. Smiley released her and she retreated, letting him go. The tremors grew worse and she leaned against the side of the SUV to stay upright on her own.

“Are you still in pain?”

She couldn’t speak but shook her head. She’d just dry-humped him in an alley behind a bar. Her parents would be appalled at her wanton behavior and so would anyone who knew her. Smiley wasn’t to blame. She’d practically begged him to help her and he had.

“It’s not over.”

“What?” She must not have heard him correctly.

“It can last for hours.”

“No. That—”

“It’s a short reprieve that some of us feel after finding release but within minutes the symptoms return.”

“No.” She didn’t want to believe that.

He took a few steps back. “Brass?”

The New Species turned around and rushed closer from his position at the front of the SUV. Smiley met him halfway.

“Make sure they bag our drinks. I didn’t drink all of mine. Maybe we can find fingerprints on the glass that will prove her innocent. One of the hotel guests might have put the drug in some of the empty glasses and just waited for them to be used.”

“It’s already done.” Brass kept his voice low. “We’re taking everything to Homeland to test. We need to get out of here. The reporters want to know what happened to cause us to lock down the bar and they are interviewing the humans who were inside at the time. Justice is refusing to answer their questions until we’re under way but they might obtain security feeds. They don’t record sound but they do have video. It’s only a matter of time before they realize she’s missing.”

Vanni’s eyes widened when wetness seeped down her thighs. It had to be because she’d just come but it was a lot. Her nipples beaded until it was painful and a sharp, stabbing sensation jolted her vagina and spread upward to her rib cage. She gasped and doubled over.

“Vanni!” Smiley was at her side an instant later, one hand gripping her shoulder and one on her hip.

She couldn’t breathe. Agony tore through her center and the only thing keeping her from hitting the pavement was Smiley’s hold on her. Her heart beat so rapidly she wondered if she’d have a heart attack. Pain stabbed her chest. She lifted her head and was blinded by tears as she tried to stare into his eyes. He had to be aware of her distress.

“Let me help you.”

She nodded. She’d do anything, try anything, to make it stop. He shifted his hold and forced her upright. It helped as she sucked in a lungful of air before the tears seeped down her cheeks. He released her hip and wiped them away with his thumb.

“I’m right here. I’ll do whatever you need.”

She needed him to make the pain go away. Kissing him and his touch turned the pain into pleasure. It was almost instinct to fist his shirt and yank him closer. The sound of ripping material was shocking. He was taller but she used her other hand to grab a handful of his black hair, pulling it to get his mouth down to hers. Her lips met his when he tilted his head and she was the one to kiss him frantically.

The agony faded into sexual need. She didn’t care about anything except trying to climb his tall frame. He helped by hooking an arm around her waist and lifting her off her feet. Loud moans tore from her when she wrapped her legs around his waist once more. She was the one who started to move, grinding her pussy against the front of his pants.

He tore his mouth away and turned his head. “Slow down,” he panted.

“No.” She focused on his exposed throat and latched her open mouth on it, licking and nipping at him.

“Fuck.” His voice deepened.

She wanted to, badly. It meant releasing either his hair or his shirt though. She let go of his shirt and reached down, trying to work her fingers between their stomachs to locate the snap of his jeans. He bowed his back enough to give her room to do it and she clawed at the front of his pants. He suddenly turned and she was trapped between his body and the SUV again. He pinned her there and reached up with his free hand to untangle her fingers from his hair.

“Slow down,” he demanded.

She pulled away from his throat and struggled in his grasp. He let go and she gripped his jaw, turning his face enough to kiss him again. Her tongue delved into his mouth and she moaned.

“We have someone on the hotel roof!” a man yelled. “This is Shane. Send someone up there now!”

Vanni ignored the warning. She gripped Smiley’s hips with her thighs and writhed against the bulge in his pants, moving up and down against him. It felt really good on her clit but she wanted more.

“Smiley!” one of the men yelled. “Get her under cover.”

Smiley pulled her away from the SUV, holding her tightly against his body with her arms and legs wrapped around him. He took a few steps and turned, getting them both inside the SUV. She ended up straddling his lap with his ass perched on the edge of the seat to give her legs room so they weren’t crushed between it and him. Someone slammed the door, sealing them inside.

Vanni went for Smiley’s mouth. They were in the roomy backseat of the SUV and alone. The windows were tinted and she hoped no one could see in. He kissed her with enough passion to steal her breath. She wiggled on his lap, frantic to come again.

Smiley broke his mouth from hers, leaving both of them panting. “I’m rolling you. Spread your thighs.”

She didn’t want to let him go but he forced the issue when he gripped her hips and lifted her, turning at the same time. She fell back flat on the leather seat and he scooted all the way to the door, still holding her. One of her legs was trapped between his hips and the back of the seat. He jerked her closer, until her ass was against his side.

“Open up for me.”

It was a struggle to do as he asked when she wanted to lunge up and climb on his lap again. He let go of her hips and fisted her skirt, shoving it up to her stomach, and used his other hand to grip her inner thigh and push it toward the front compartment. It hit the passenger-side seat. He released it and she cried out when his fingers snagged the center of her underwear. One strong tug and they were torn away. His thumb rubbed over the wet seam of her pussy and upward, caressing her clit.

Vanni threw back her head at the teasing touch and arched her hips. “Yes.”

“I’m here. Trust me to take care of you.”

It felt too good and she thrashed on the seat, clawing at the leather above her head. She didn’t want to dig her nails into Smiley and hurt him. It was the only sane thought she had. It might cause him to stop playing with her throbbing clit. It was the center of her world at that moment, aching so much it seemed her heart had traveled down there and she was sure he could take her pulse.

His hand returned to her hip, shoving her down to keep her flat on the seat. Vanni closed her eyes. Every muscle in her body seemed to tense and then she cried out, coming hard. She sucked in air and would have screamed if Smiley hadn’t released her hip and bent forward, his hand clamping down over her mouth.

She opened her eyes, staring into his. They were barely discernible in the dim SUV. His face was just a shadow but she could make out the shape of his eyes. His thumb circled her clit, causing her to jerk as the climax continued to roll through her. She grabbed at his wrist, just needing to touch him.

He pulled his fingers from her clit and lifted his hand away from her mouth. “Sorry. There’s someone on the roof of the hotel and you looked about ready to scream. I didn’t mean to scare you.”

She lay spent, trying to catch her breath. Her legs were spread open and her skirt was bunched around her waist. Smiley lay half over her while her sprawled position took up most of the bench seat. She hoped he couldn’t see her face any better than she could see his. Heat rose to her cheeks. The desire to close her legs and shove her skirt down to cover her exposed pussy was strong but she couldn’t muster the strength to do it.

“I’m sorry I got aggressive.”

She winced. “Me too.”

“It’s the drug. Go ahead and pull my hair, tear my shirt and bite me all you want.”

It sank in that she’d done all those things as memory surfaced. She released his wrist and reached up, feeling the front of his tank top. It was torn open and she felt his warm skin.

“I’m so sorry.” She tried to see his neck where she’d been kissing him, wondering if she’d done more than lightly nip him, but couldn’t make it out. “I bit you?”

“You can’t hurt me, Vanni. It felt good.”

Her gaze lowered between them but the shiny ring on her left hand snagged her attention. Reality bitch-slapped her. “Oh my god, I’m engaged.”

The sound Smiley made was a growl and groan combined. “I saw the ring but hoped it was just jewelry.”

She closed her eyes. Carl would never forgive her for what she’d done with Smiley. He’d be furious and hurt. It wouldn’t matter why it had happened or that she hadn’t meant to fool around with someone else.

Chapter Three

“Vanni?”

She looked at Smiley when he shifted over her. He rose enough for some of the light in the alley to reach his face and she could make out his gorgeous brown eyes again. She hated the sad look in them.

“We can ride this out without me entering you. I can handle myself and take care of you while we suffer the effects of the drug. Just don’t be offended. I’m in serious pain.”

“You are?” She felt stupid and selfish hearing that. “I forgot that you’re drugged too.”

“Yes. I need release or I might snap. I respect your status with another male and don’t want you to hate me. I just don’t want you afraid when I free my dick. I’m not going to force you to take me. Don’t look.”

He’s going to masturbate. No guy had ever done that in front of her before. She averted her gaze when he sat up and unfastened his pants. He lifted off the seat to shove his pants down enough to get them out of the way. Curiosity was strong but she resisted. He sat back down and his bare skin rested against the side of her leg, which was between him and the seat. He turned a little and cleared his throat.

“You’re safe with me.”

She braved looking at his face. “I understand.” It was probably the most awkward moment of her life. She was half naked and he had his lap exposed. They were practically strangers. Her clit started to heat up and her nipples beaded. She was learning the signs.

“It’s about to happen again.” Her breathing increased, her stomach muscles quivered and a dull pain began to build between her thighs. “When will this drug leave our systems?”

“It could be hours.”

“I won’t survive it.”

“You will.”

His hand caressed her thigh and she bit her lip. “That feels good.”

“May I enter you with my fingers? I’m afraid you’re going to hurt tomorrow if I continue to only touch you here.” His thumb brushed across her sensitive clit.

Instant pleasure shot through her just from that light touch. She nodded. The damage was done. She’d already cheated on Carl. She reached up and gripped the edge of the seat, fighting the temptation to squirm under his thumb to keep him stroking her. The pain returned with a vengeance.

“Smiley,” she panted, “it’s getting bad.”

He drew circles with the pad of his thumb across the bud of her sex and she adjusted her thigh to keep her legs open. The seat under her moved a little when Smiley turned toward her.

“Look at me, Vanni.”

She locked gazes with him and moaned when he turned his hand enough to brush his fingers against the folds of her pussy. He cupped her there and his fingertip gently breached her pussy. She arched against him, wanting more. It was incredible and she moaned.

“You’re so tight.” His voice deepened. “My dick is envious.”

She turned her head, unable to fight the temptation anymore. It took some twisting on the seat but she stole a glance at his lap. It was in shadow but she could make out his cock. He was big and his other hand was wrapped around the base. It fascinated her and she couldn’t look away.

He inserted his finger deep inside her and she cried out. Amazing. His motion changed from drawing light circles across her clit to rubbing up and down while he fucked her with his thick digit. She rolled her hips, straining to meet his slow pace. The sight of him fisting his cock and stroking it to the same tempo as his finger turned her on more.

“Faster,” she urged, wanting to come fast and hard.

“I don’t want to be too rough.”

Vanni let go of the seat and reached down and grabbed his wrist. She bucked her hips wildly, riding his finger. His thumb slipped off her clit but it didn’t matter. The feel of him inside her, any part of him, was enough to have her thrashing and moaning, lost in fervor.

He responded by groaning deeply and she grew excited watching his hand pump his cock faster. It was hotter than hell to her and she wished there was better lighting. His cock looked thicker and bigger than any guy she’d ever slept with. She imagined what it would feel like to have him stretching her pussy and she climaxed, crying out his name.

Her vaginal muscles seized around his finger, twitching strongly enough that she was aware of every one. Smiley tore his wrist away, withdrawing his finger abruptly. He grabbed his cock with both hands. She watched him wrap his fingers around the shaft. He threw his head back, eyes closed, mouth open. He didn’t make a sound but his entire body jerked and she looked down, watching him shoot his release. Thick streams of semen jetted out before he wrapped the head of his cock within his palm and turned away on the seat. It left her staring at his wide shoulders. He quivered a few times and his breathing was erratic.

Smiley recovered faster than she did. He straightened in the seat, his back still turned, and pulled his torn tank top over his head. She guessed he used it to clean up. He finally faced her and their eyes met.

“Are you okay?”

It stunned her that he was concerned for her. “Yes.”

“Don’t be afraid.”

She wasn’t. Not even when he shifted on the seat and came down on top of her. He braced his arms on both sides of her and his face hovered inches above hers. He was close enough to kiss. Her vision must have adjusted to the dimness because she could make out his features a lot better than before.

“I don’t have lotion.”

“Okay.”

“You’re soaked, babe. I need to rub against you to coat myself or I’m going to be sore tomorrow.”

It took her a few seconds to understand what he meant. She felt her cheeks heat up and hated the way she blushed so easily. “Oh. I understand.”

He shifted a little more and she was surprised when his cock rubbed against her pussy. He’d just come but he was still rock-hard. He didn’t even need to use his hands but instead adjusted his hips to slide the shaft along her slit. Her gaze locked with his and she again realized just how sexy he was. The streetlight coming in through the front of the SUV illuminated his face clearly.

The pain hadn’t returned yet but she wanted to kiss him. He rolled his hips, sliding the tip of his cock against her clit. She moaned and he froze.

“Don’t do that,” he rasped. “You have no idea how much I want you. I’d die just to possess you once. You’re so beautiful, Vanni.”

No man had ever said that before. It might just be a line he used but the sincere look in his eyes made her believe him. She didn’t plan to touch his face but it happened anyway. She just couldn’t resist cupping his cheeks.

“Really?”

“I’ve never wanted anyone more.”

She bit her lip and took a deep breath. Her gaze shifted from his eyes to the ring on her left hand. She let go of his face and reached behind him. She tugged the engagement ring but it didn’t want to budge. Vanni was persistent. When the band slid off, she let it drop to the floor of the SUV.

Smiley moved to the right a little and stared down at the discarded ring. He frowned then looked at her. “Why did you do that?”

“I’m too honest and will have to tell my fiancé about what happened between us. He’ll never marry me. It’s over.”

“He can’t blame you if you had no part in our drugging.”

“You don’t know him. I don’t think I knew him as well as I thought either, until recently. It’s okay. I think I’m doing both of us a favor by taking that off.”

A hot flash hit and she closed her eyes, breathing through it. Smiley lifted to put more room between their bodies and sat up. She reached out a hand and he grasped it, holding on tightly.

“It’s going to pass. I’m right here with you.”

She opened her eyes and used his tight grip to pull herself into a sitting position. She had to scoot away from him a little to do it. “I need you.”

“Lie back down.”

Her hands trembled as she gripped her shirt, trying to get it off but feeling too shaky to undress. Sweat poured off her. “Get these clothes off me.”

He hesitated.

“Please?”

He brushed her hands aside and yanked her shirt over her head. His gaze lowered to her bra and he licked his lips.

“All of it. Please. I’m so hot.”

“I could turn on the engine and run the air-conditioning.”

“Please?” Panic gripped her. “I’m burning up!”

He leaned forward, reached around her, unclasped the bra and tugged it off with an efficiency that bespoke experience. The skirt came off next, the elastic waist making it simple for him to tug it down her legs. Her panties were destroyed and she had no idea where her shoes were. She couldn’t remember losing them but they were gone.

“Fuck.” Smiley didn’t try to hide his thorough examination of her bare body. “You’re perfect.”

The hot flash passed and she wished she’d kept some of her clothes on. Carl had gifted her with a gym membership to lose fifteen pounds before their upcoming wedding. Smiley didn’t seem to mind those extra curves as he openly admired her with a hungry expression. He didn’t point out her flaws. She reached for him.

“Kiss me.”

He hesitated. “We should partially cover you.”

The rejection hurt her feelings and she shrank away. “I’m sorry.”

He was there in an instant, scooting across the seat. “For what?”

She drew up her knees in a sad attempt to cover her breasts and shield her pussy from his view. “I suck at being forward.”

His fingers brushed her hair away from her shoulder and he stroked her arm with the back of his knuckles. She smothered a moan. Her body was turned-on and she didn’t seem to have an off switch. To her senses, even the barest touches seemed amplified.

“Vanni? Look at me.”

It took courage but she did it. Their gazes locked.

“Talk to me. How are you trying to be forward? I’m unsure of what you mean. Be blunt. What are you thinking?”

She’d always been a bit shy and passive when it came to sex. Of course she’d never been dosed with a drug that made her breasts feel heavy and ache to be touched. Her pussy throbbed so much it was turning into real pain.

“I took off the ring.” She swallowed. “I need you.” It was difficult to tell him that she wanted him to fuck her and she couldn’t get those exact words out. “You, um, don’t have to take care of yourself. We could help each other.”

That soft growly groan he uttered was sexy and made her ache.

“I don’t want you to hate me tomorrow after the drug is out of your system. You’ll regret it.”

“Maybe.” She decided to be honest. “But tomorrow isn’t right now. And I won’t hate you. I’ll beat myself up if I have to blame someone. I want you.”

“Are you certain?” He stopped stroking her arm.

“Yes.”

“Are you on the Pill or any form of birth control?”

“Yes and I have a clean bill of health. What about you?”

“Species don’t carry diseases.”

She lowered her gaze to his chest. He was muscular and broad-chested. “You’re perfect too.” A stabbing pain shot up her spine. She clutched his upper arm. “It’s starting again.”

He leaned closer and reached behind her seat. She wondered what he was doing until the seatback reclined. She collapsed with it and gasped. Smiley slid off the seat, breaking her hold on him, and fumbled with something near his legs. The front driver’s seat clicked and he shoved it forward. He straightened to his knees in the less cramped space between the seats and gripped her thighs. One tug and her ass slid to the edge of the leather. He wedged his hips between her spread thighs and bent over until his face hovered inches above her own.

“I’ll be gentle.”

She was about to have sex with a stranger. She always thought it would be impersonal and cold. It didn’t feel that way when he smiled. It put her at ease. Smiley didn’t just enter her, he kissed her instead. She wrapped one arm around his middle and the other over his shoulder, her hands exploring the expanse of his back. He was warm and had silky-soft skin, considering he looked so tough. He reached between them and massaged her clit.

She tore her mouth away from his and moaned. “I hurt.”

“Wrap your legs around me as high as possible.”

She didn’t argue or question him but pulled her knees higher and clamped her inner thighs against his ribs. It trapped one of her arms under his but he pressed his weight down to pin her there when she tried to wiggle it free.

“Just allow me to lead this, Vanni. I’m going to make you feel so good.”

The way he said it, so soft yet gruff, sent the good kind of chills down her spine. He stopped playing with her clit and she wanted to protest but before she could his cock brushed against the slit of her pussy.

“Relax,” he urged.

She wiggled, wanting him inside her too much to worry about his size. “I can’t.”

He pressed tighter against her and she assumed he used his hand to guide his shaft to the perfect spot. He found it and surged forward. Vanni gasped, his cock stretching her vaginal walls as he pushed inside her. She was extremely wet and ready to take him but he froze.

“Son of a bitch.”

“Don’t stop.” She wasn’t sure what was wrong but she dug her heels into his lower spine. “Please.”

He made another soft sound in his throat. “I couldn’t if the damn SUV caught fire. We’d burn. I’m just afraid I’m going to lose it and be too rough. You feel too good.”

She bucked her hips. “I hurt for you.”

He pressed deeper inside her and she cried out. He was really big. Her body seemed stretched beyond capacity. Concern hit her for a split second. He went deeper and she clawed his back, frantically wanting him to move faster. She’d been so sure it would hurt but he felt amazing.

“Too slow,” she gasped.

“I’m trying to be gentle, babe,” he murmured, his voice gruff. “Fuck. The drugs are making you swell inside. We’re going to kill each other. I’m terrified I’ll be too rough with you.”

He was part animal and she had no idea what his version of rough was. It didn’t matter though, when he withdrew a little and adjusted his hips to drive into her again with a steady thrust. The pleasure overrode any fear. He found that G-spot she’d heard so much about but never had a guy find before. Her eyes widened in surprise and she cried out his name.

His chest touched her breasts and every movement brushed his hot skin against her hard nipples. He rode her faster, hitting that magic spot that sent sparks of rapture straight to her brain. She moaned, lost in the sensation of their joined bodies. It was a tight fit and she could feel every thick inch of him. More of Smiley’s weight came down on her but the solid mass of his body stretched above her was comforting instead of crushing. She wanted to get as close to him as possible, until they fused together. His pelvis ground against her clit.

Vanni screamed as the climax hit. It was ten times stronger than the other ones Smiley had given her. She finally knew what mind-blowing meant, as if a bomb detonated inside her skull. Her pussy seemed to have the same reaction as those muscles convulsed, squeezing his rigid shaft so tightly she worried something might get damaged on one of them.

“Oh hell,” he groaned.

She forced her eyes open despite her difficulty to focus on anything but the waves of pleasure still surging through her. Smiley lifted his chest away from her. A pained expression contorted his features into something almost frightening. He clenched his teeth, showing fangs since his lips pulled back in an almost-snarl. He’d frozen on top of her when she’d come but he started fucking her again in short, violent jerks.

Vanni’s eyes widened and she struggled to breathe. She couldn’t draw air into her lungs. The extreme pleasure coursing through her was too much. Smiley groaned as his cock drove deeper, stayed there, and he started to come. Heat pulsed inside her as his semen filled her. Another climax struck Vanni. It was too strong.

I’m dying. Terror nearly overrode the pleasure but it crashed through her again. Her eyes closed and blackness came, taking everything away.

Smiley braced his arms to keep from collapsing on top of Vanni. His jaw hurt a little from grinding his teeth to prevent himself from yelling when he came. He hadn’t wanted to scare her. Tremors racked his body in the aftermath of what he’d just experienced. None of his past sexual encounters with females had ever come close to what they’d just shared. He understood the term “turned inside out” after the volatile eruption of his nuts. He’d be shocked if they still contained a drop of semen.

He stared at her. Her eyes were closed, her face turned slightly away. “Vanni?”

She didn’t answer or react in any way. He cleared his throat, hoping his gruff tone didn’t sound too harsh. “Are you okay?”

She didn’t move. His gaze lowered to her lovely breasts. They moved with the rise and fall of her chest. He shifted position, used one elbow to brace his weight and cupped her cheek, gently turning it to get a better look at her. She appeared to be sleeping peacefully but it scared the hell out of him.

“Vanni!”

Her breath fanning his face assured him she was alive but she didn’t respond or open her eyes. Panic wasn’t an emotion he felt often but he did then. He’d been told of a story by a Species who’d been given a breeding drug. He’d woken to find himself still on top of a female but she’d died. He’d killed her during their coupling.

“No,” he whimpered.

He slowly withdrew his dick from the tight confines of her pussy. “Vanni? Open your eyes. Tell me you’re okay. Tell me I didn’t harm you.” He wasn’t above pleading.

He needed to get help. He lifted up, forgetting where he was, and the back of his head slammed into the roof of the SUV. The pain barely registered as he looked down between them. He sniffed, not seeing or smelling blood. He’d lost control when she’d climaxed. The feel of her, the sounds she made, had driven him into a frenzy. Her pussy had tightened to the point that he couldn’t move at first—almost torture since he’d been right on the edge. The second her muscles had eased their grip on his dick, those urges couldn’t be denied. He’d come so hard he’d been oblivious to everything else.

“Vanni?”

She still didn’t move but she was breathing. He grabbed his jeans and tried to jerk them up his thighs. The material was trapped under his knees. He threw himself forward and to the left, slamming his shoulder into the seat. He got the pants up but didn’t bother to fasten them. Her skirt tangled with his boot when he slid closer to the door. He looked down and grabbed it. The fabric ripped but he got his foot free.

One glance at Vanni made him aware of her nakedness and he tried to cover her with the flimsy garment. The thing was long enough to go from her breasts to her knees. He took a second to close her limp legs. Protecting her modesty seemed important at that moment. He reached out, grabbed the handle and shoved the door open.

“Get a medic!”

He wouldn’t leave her side. He adjusted the skirt over her and brushed his fingers through her hair. “Vanni? Come on, open your eyes.”

Heavy footsteps sounded and Brass leaned into the SUV through the open door. “What is wrong?”

“She’s out. I don’t know if I hurt her or not.”

The other door was yanked open and Ned was there. Smiley wanted to attack when the guy touched Vanni. He grabbed her wrist and batted Smiley’s hand away from her hair to press his fingertips against her throat.

“What are you doing?”

Ned met his gaze. “Checking her pulse. It’s slow and steady. What happened?”

“I don’t know.”

“They were sharing sex and now she’s unconscious,” Brass grouched. “I don’t smell blood.”

Smiley was glad to hear that. His sense of smell wasn’t as acute as the canine’s. It meant he hadn’t caused internal bleeding. “Is she all right?”

Ned released her and frowned. “I think she just passed out. Her heartbeat is stable. I don’t exactly have a blood pressure monitor on me but I probably should examine her.” He reached for the skirt covering her body.

“Don’t.” Smiley lunged, bumped his head on the roof of the SUV again, but effectively stopped the human when he leaned over her still form and grabbed the backs of the seats to keep from falling on top of her. It put his face inches from Ned’s and he showed his fangs to make the threat clear.

Ned almost tripped, making a hasty retreat. “Okay. Don’t bite me. Fuck.”

“It’s the drug.” Snow arrived at the other side of the SUV. He pushed Ned out of the way, his cool stare fixing on Smiley. “Easy, Smiley. Where’s your normal chipper attitude?”

“Fuck you. He isn’t going to see her naked.”

Snow blinked a few times and frowned. “Okay.”

Shane arrived, a little out of breath. He stared at Vanni, and Smiley didn’t like it. He rumbled gruffly. Shane’s hands went up. “I have medical training. You yelled for a medic.”

“He won’t let us examine her,” Ned whispered. “He’s scary pissed and defensive.”

“Under the circumstances, that’s normal,” Brass reminded them. “Smiley? Look at me. Sit down.”

Smiley eased his ass down and released the backs of the seats so he was no longer leaning over Vanni but kept close. He focused on her. Her expression was peaceful. She didn’t seem to be in pain.

“Smiley?” Brass’ voice softened. “She probably just passed out. It’s a painful drug and humans aren’t as tolerant of it as we are. It’s for the best.”

That whipped his head around to glare at Brass. “How can you say that?”

“She isn’t suffering. We need to get her to Homeland before she wakes. I’m listening to her breathing. I’ve spent enough time around human females to know how they breathe when they are sleeping. That’s all it is unless you think you broke some of her bones. Did you become too aggressive?”

“No.” He was sure of that.

“We need to get her to our doctors.”

It made sense. He nodded sharply. “Drive.”

Brass hesitated. “Shane and Ned, I want both of you to travel with them in case she needs medical help. If she wakes in pain, you can call for a helicopter once you reach an isolated area where one can land without causing a stir. A backup team will follow in the other SUV. Snow and I have to stay here with Justice.”

Shane climbed into the driver’s seat and adjusted it to fit his long legs. The engine roared to life. Smiley relaxed a little now that some of the fear had eased. He had to believe she was just exhausted or the drug had knocked her out. It beat the alternative that she was gravely ill.

Smiley’s dick hardened painfully and a sharp stab of pain hit his gut. He groaned.

“Smiley?” Brass leaned into the SUV again. “What’s wrong?”

“Pain,” he rasped, holding his stomach, his breathing erratic.

“Sorry. I don’t want you to suffer,” Brass stated.

Brass gripped his shoulder and Smiley glanced at him when the male forced him to turn. Smiley saw the fist a second before it landed on his jaw.

Chapter Four

“I would hate to be in the other SUV,” a man stated.

“Me too. Smiley is going to be pissed that Brass decked him when he comes around. They don’t fuck around, do they?” The second voice belonged to a guy too.

Vanni lay on her side in some kind of vehicle. It was dark when she opened her eyes and it took a few seconds for memory to return, fear coming with it. She was alone in the backseat of one of the SUVs—probably the same one she and Smiley had been in. Someone had put seat belts on her. One was around her thighs, the other around her rib cage. Her skirt was draped over her like a blanket but she was naked underneath. The feel of leather against her skin assured her of that.

“No shit,” the first one stated. He was in the driver’s seat.

“Sometimes I wonder if we’re crazy to work with New Species. What about you, Shane? Do you ever think you should be doing something else?”

“Nope. I love the NSO. It’s just been a bad night, Ned. Nobody expected an attack like that to go down at the hotel.”

Ned was silent for long seconds. “I was right there just twenty feet away. You expect this shit in third-world countries, not at home.”

“What shit?”

“Terrorists being women. I saw her sit next to Smiley and didn’t give it a second thought. She looked innocent enough.”

“I heard her say she didn’t drug their drinks.”

“You buy that?” Ned snorted. “How are you so naïve? I forgot. You’re like a full-grown Boy Scout and think all chicks are as sweet as your sisters. Wake the fuck up and live in the real world. We’re lucky she wasn’t an assassin. I’d have felt like a real asshole if she’d killed him in that bar. I’m guessing she’s some hooker they hired.”

“She doesn’t look like one.”

Ned laughed. “How would you know? Have you ever paid some chick to fuck you?”

“No.”

“Exactly. I have and not all of them are dolled up all the time. I did one who reminded me of my third-grade teacher. It was kind of hot since I had a crush on her.”

“You’re sick.” Shane cursed softly. “The engine light just came on. Radio it in.”

“Just pull over at the next gas station. Why bother them? It’s probably a loose battery cable. That happened to one I drove last week.”

“The oil light is blinking now.”

“So we’ll buy some oil and I’ll put it in. It will take a few minutes. Otherwise we’re going to have to wait for the other SUV to catch up and they’ll transfer her to it while we’re stuck waiting for roadside service. I just want to turn her over to Medical and go home.”

“She needs to be taken to Homeland as fast as possible. They are only about thirty miles behind us.”

“She’s out cold. It won’t matter and hell, we’ll probably be on the road before they reach us. Just pull over at the gas station.”

“Fine. I’m radioing it in though when we stop.”

“Boy Scout.” Ned chuckled. “You’re probably terrified Smiley will tear you a new asshole if he thinks you might have had a few minutes to examine her. Did you see the way he damn near bit off my face?”

“They are protective of women.”

“He should want her strung up for drugging him. I wouldn’t give a damn what happened to a chick who laced my drink so I had to fuck her.”

“Shut up, Ned. We don’t know if she’s guilty or not.”

“I think she is. He sat at the corner of the bar. She was the only one to take that empty seat next to him and was close enough to dope his drink.”

Vanni wanted to protest but kept quiet. They thought she was still unconscious and she wasn’t sure how they’d react if she let them know she was awake. Did the NSO really think she’d do something so awful?

“I just hope both of them are going to be okay.”

“She’ll probably end up arrested and he’s going to have a hell of a headache from that sucker punch. Take the next exit.”

“I see it.” Shane sighed. “I hope you’re wrong. Smiley seemed to really like her.”

“I’d say so. I don’t even have the super nose they do and I want to roll down the windows. It smells like a brothel in here.”

“Keep the windows up. I don’t want her to get cold.”

Ned laughed. “No comment about the brothel remark, huh? Do you even know what sex smells like? Don’t tell me Boy Scout is still a virgin.”

“I’m not. Why are you being such a dick tonight?”

“I’m tired and just want to go to bed. Pull into that truck stop. They’ll have oil. I’ll run in while you make the call to the other SUV. Pop the hood for me.”

The SUV slowed and they made a few turns. Vanni closed her eyes when they drove under the bright lights in case one of them turned around to check on her. She didn’t know what else to do but she didn’t want to talk to either of them. The SUV stopped and the engine shut off.

“You go in,” Shane ordered. “I’ll stay here with her.”

“She’s dead to the world. Just pop the damn hood and I’ll buy the oil.”

“Fine. I guess that’s okay.”

The doors opened and closed. Vanni hesitated and the vehicle jerked a little. She lifted up to peer between the seats. The hood was up and she could see through the small space between it and the engine. One man stood there. She turned her head and watched the other one walk inside a gas station. They were parked away from the other cars that were getting gas. One glance around the area showed a few food places and a lot of cars.

She fumbled to get free of the seatbelts then frantically put on her skirt. Her bra was on the floor with her shirt. She didn’t take the time to put it on but instead shoved it into the pocket of her skirt after she pulled the white top over her head and yanked it down to her waist.

A search of the floor failed to locate her shoes. Her ring caught her attention though. She stared at it with dread before picking it up. She put it in her pocket and hunched down to stare through the gap between the open hood and the engine compartment. The man remained there. The other was still inside, in line, holding something against his chest.

A big semi pulled into the lot and parked about ten feet away. The loud engine stayed on while a man opened the passenger door, slid out of the cab and headed toward the gas station.

Vanni took a deep breath. She wasn’t in pain anymore. Most of the drug must have left her system. She had two options. Stay in the SUV and be taken to Homeland with everyone around her thinking she’d drugged a New Species, or try to escape.

No interior lights had come on when they’d opened the doors and there’d been no dinging sound. She remembered they hadn’t come on when Smiley and she had entered the SUV. She tested the door on the driver’s side and found it unlocked. The noise of the semi’s engine drowned out any sound when the door opened. Her heart pounded with fear of being caught but she slid out into the windy night and pushed the door just enough for it to catch but not close all the way.

The pavement was cold on her bare feet as she crouched and tiptoed to the back of the vehicle. Several cars were parked about thirty feet away near a restaurant. She hesitated, checking to make sure the guard was still in line behind a few customers who were ahead of him. He wasn’t looking her way.

Just do it! She kept low and ran. It hurt her feet but she was motivated to get away. It was a relief when she made it to the cars and ducked, hiding behind one. No one shouted at her. Keeping low, she moved closer to the restaurant. She needed to get out of there before they discovered her gone. She had no money but she could call her best friend collect.

Vanni reached the side of the building and straightened, crossing her arms over her breasts, trying to hide that she wasn’t wearing a bra. She’d just go inside and ask to use their phone. She’d lie and say her car broke down. The fact that she had no shoes, money or even her purse might give that lie away. She considered saying she’d been mugged but then the police would get involved. That was the last thing she wanted. They’d contact the NSO and hand her over to them. It would defeat the purpose of escaping.

A woman came out of the restaurant as she approached the front doors. She wore faded jeans, a sweater and appeared to be in her fifties. Vanni glanced at her face, nodded and walked around her.

“Are you okay?” The woman stopped. “You look like hell.”

Vanni paused and turned. The concern on the other woman’s face was clear. “I had a fight with my boyfriend and just left him next door,” she lied.

“Aw. You poor thing. They won’t let you go in there without shoes.”

Vanni hadn’t thought of that. “I’m just going to ask to use their phone and have my friend pick me up.”

“Where do you live?”

“It’s about an hour from here.” She gave the name of the city.

“I’m heading that way to go visit my sister. Do you want a lift? I have a daughter about your age. I always try to pay it forward. You can use my cell phone and have your friend meet us when we get closer to your home.”

“Thank you.” She jumped on the offer. “I’d appreciate that so much.”

“That’s my pickup right over there. I have a jacket you can borrow. You must be freezing.”

It reminded her of Smiley. His face flashed in her mind. She shoved those memories away. “I’m okay.” It was a lie. She’d had sex with a stranger and her entire life had turned upside down in the space of a few hours.

She followed the woman to her pickup and climbed inside the cab. They backed out of the parking space and Vanni turned her head, peering at the gas station. All the doors on the SUV were wide open and one of the guards was frantically throwing his arms around while the other one seemed to be on the phone. They’d discovered she was gone.

“What’s your name, hon?”

Vanni forced a smile, facing her companion. “Vanni.”

“Oh, that’s an odd name but it’s pretty.”

“Thank you.”

“I’m Melinda. Do you like country music?”

“Sure.” She didn’t care what played on the radio. It was impossible to relax until they were on the freeway and she was safely away. No big black SUVs appeared in the side-view mirror.

“Thank you for this.” Vanni hugged her chest tighter.

“You’re welcome. You’re my very first hitchhiker. Well, I guess you’re technically not since your thumb wasn’t up.” Melinda laughed.

Vanni tried to pay attention to the friendly chatter and answer when it was appropriate but her mind kept drifting to Smiley and what they’d done together in the back of that NSO vehicle. Her body was sore, especially between her legs. No stabbing pains jolted through her though, something for which she was grateful. No hot flashes or cold chills struck her. She was going to survive after all. Now it was all about dealing with the consequences.

“Men are jerks. You look so depressed. Don’t be.” Melinda reached over and patted her leg. “You’re young and attractive. You’ll find a better one.”

Vanni just nodded.

“Did your boyfriend cheat on you?”

Vanni hesitated. “He screwed me.”

“Don’t all men.”

The cheating reference hurt. Smiley wasn’t the cheater. She’d have to face Carl. The ring in her pocket would have to be returned. She almost was sorry she’d run from the NSO. They might have been more understanding about what happened than her soon-to-be ex.

* * * * *

Smiley climbed out of the bed at Medical. “They just allowed her to walk away from them? Why weren’t they watching her?”

Fury took a deep breath. “Shane and Ned made a mistake.”

“A mistake? She could be out there in pain. Vulnerable!” Smiley yelled, not caring to lower his tone. “Someone could take advantage of her.”

“Put the ice pack back on your face,” Midnight urged. “Please? Brass really tagged you.”

“I’m going to kill him. He had no right to hit me.”

“You were in pain and exhibiting breeding-drug symptoms. He was afraid you’d go insane and hurt the human.” Fury pushed away from the wall. “Be reasonable. You would have done the same. Do I have to point out what could have happened?”

“I wouldn’t have harmed Vanni.”

Midnight frowned. “She was the only female in the vicinity. You would have mounted her even if she’d been unconscious. It would have damaged your soul. You’re a good male.”

Smiley cringed at the thought. “I was in control.”

“Brass wasn’t certain it would last.”

“We have contacted all the human hospitals and their police to be on the lookout for a female in distress. Tell him, Fury.” Midnight shot him a dirty look.

“We have many agencies working on this. Our teams at the hotel are attempting to identify the female. No one with the name Vanni was registered there.”

“Her full name is Travanni.” Smiley regretted not asking for her last name. Humans had those.

Rusty walked into the room and stared at Smiley. “I heard you were given the breeding drug.” She stepped closer. “What happened to your jaw?”

“Brass put him out,” Midnight answered. “He seems to be doing okay now.”

“Leave us alone.” Rusty unfastened the straps securing her vest over her uniform.

Smiley was grateful to have so many friends and he understood and appreciated Rusty’s offer, but he just wasn’t interested. “I’m fine.”

Her fingers froze and she frowned. “You don’t want to share sex?” Her gaze lowered to the front of his pants. “You’re hard.”

Vanni’s face flashed in his thoughts, the image crystal clear. He wanted to have sex but not with Rusty. It made him feel a little guilty since he liked her and they’d shared sex in the past. He couldn’t deny some of the drug was still in his system, enough so to keep his dick erect.

“You need me.” Rusty’s husky tone and the way she kept staring at his pants made her intent clear. “I’ll take care of you.”

“I can’t.” He didn’t want to hurt her feelings.

“You don’t have to do anything to me with your mouth if your jaw hurts.” She dropped the vest on a chair and reached for the waist of her shirt.

“Stop!” Smiley inwardly winced. “I appreciate that you came here but I have another female’s scent all over me.” That was true. He could smell Vanni on him. They’d rubbed together, skin to skin, covered in sweat and he’d touched her all over. His dick hardened even more, a painful throb in his jeans. Someone had fastened them when he’d been out but he still wore the same pants. “It wouldn’t be right.”

“I know. I could give you a sponge bath or we could shower together. Poor Smiley. Was it horrible having to touch a human against your will? I’ll make you forget about her.”

Horrible? Hell no. Smiley wanted to put his hands on Vanni again. She wasn’t the female standing feet from him, offering to get naked though. That was the problem. Forget Vanni? Never. I want her found and brought to me.

Midnight snagged the discarded vest and stepped between him and Rusty, her back to Smiley. “He’s in pain and agitated. We have to run X-rays on his jaw to make certain Brass didn’t fracture it. You know how tough our males are. They’d never complain. Why don’t you return to the women’s dorm? I’ll call you if you’re needed.”

“He’s my friend and I’m not leaving him in this condition,” Rusty protested.

Midnight growled. “Let me rephrase that. Go to the women’s dorm, or wherever you were when you heard the news, but get out of Medical. I’m running X-rays on his jaw. He isn’t permitted to share sex until he’s cleared.”

“He needs me.” Rusty wasn’t willing to give up yet.

“You stay and you’ll need your own room.” Midnight stepped forward, bumped into the other female and pushed her back. “Do you want to test who is more dominant? I’ll kick your ass.”

“Why are you being this way?” Rusty sounded confused.

“We’re in a crisis and you need to leave. I’ll call you if things change. Go.” She handed the vest to Rusty.

Smiley relaxed a little when Rusty spun on her heel and stomped out of his room. Midnight turned and sighed. Her expression softened when she said, “You’re too nice.”

“I don’t understand.”

“You have an expressive face, Smiley. She was too busy staring at your lower half to see your dismayed reaction when she offered to share sex. She was pretty hot to get you out of those pants. A primate Species on a breeding drug probably is an experience she either wanted to try out or perhaps missed from Mercile days. Would you have agreed to it if I hadn’t made her leave, just to avoid hurting her feelings?”

“No. Maybe.”

“That’s what I figured. Now it’s not an issue.” She put her hands on her hips. “My work here is done. I’ll let you males argue. I have some calls to make so I’ll be in my office.” She left.

Fury’s phone beeped and he withdrew it, reading the screen.

“Is it about Vanni? Has she been found? Is she safe?” Smiley hoped so.

Fury’s lips compressed into a tight light and he looked up. “That was Brass. The news isn’t good.”

Smiley sat hard on the bed, gripping the edges of the mattress. “She’s dead?” Just saying the words hurt. He didn’t want to believe it.

Fury put his phone back in his pocket and approached. “Her name is Travanni Abris. She wasn’t registered at the hotel because she was a guest of a group that booked an entire floor of rooms.”

“Is she dead?” he repeated, not sure what he’d do if Fury said yes. The meal he’d eaten early in the evening threatened to come up.

“We haven’t located her yet.” Fury paused. “She was with the Woods Church, Smiley.”

He’d heard that name before. It took him a moment to remember where. “The church that came to protest our presence at the conference?”

“Yes. Gregory Woods is a preacher or something, who heads that church. He’s been very vocal in the news concerning his belief that we should never have been created and insists our existence is an insult to his god. He wants Homeland and Reservation shut down and all of us returned to our cells. He refers to Homeland and Reservation as zoos.”

Smiley let the information sink in. “Why would he say that?”

Fury shrugged. “He’s an asshole. I had to watch some of his televised sermons for research purposes. Know your enemies. He compared us to animals that have been trained to talk and dress as if we are humans. He states that wild animals shouldn’t be domesticated and it is a disaster about to happen. He even referenced a few horror movies for what could happen if we aren’t put back in cages and kept in our place. His tactics are to use fear to frighten humans into believing we’ll take over the world and put them in cages instead.”

“He sounds like someone I’d like to lock up.”

Fury flashed a grin. “Exactly.”

Smiley couldn’t find the humor in their exchange. Vanni obviously belonged to a church that hated Species. He reviewed every moment they’d shared. “She didn’t treat me the way humans who think we’re dangerous do. You know how they act as if we’re going to bite them or they talk slowly as if we can’t understand what they say?”

Fury nodded.

“I liked her,” he admitted.

“She drugged you. At least now we know who Drackwood Research sold the formula to. The Woods Church obviously bought the human version of our breeding drug.”

Dr. Harris walked in. “How are you feeling, Smiley?”

“I’m okay. The pain is gone.”

“I see you’re still suffering an erection. I’m going to have to drain the blood if that side effect doesn’t go away within a few hours.”

Smiley reached down and protected his crotch with one hand. “No. I told you that already when you mentioned it the first time.”

“Priapism can cause you to suffer erectile dysfunction in the future, Smiley.”

“What is that?”

“Priapism means long-term erections. Can you ejaculate?”

The memory of being on top of Vanni, inside her and coming flashed through Smiley’s mind. “Yes.”

“We’re not like you,” Fury reminded the younger of the two Harris doctors who worked for the NSO—father and son. “None of us who have taken the breeding drug have trouble getting hard afterward. That was the point when Mercile created it. They wanted to make sure we had sex often when they were attempting to impregnate our females.”

“Do you feel like yourself?” Dr. Harris studied Smiley.

“I’m a bit irritated but I’m fine.” He’d feel better if they located Vanni and brought her to Homeland so he knew she was safe. “The stomach cramps are gone.”

“How are your levels of aggression?”

“Still high.” He wouldn’t lie. The urge to hit something was there but he resisted. The last thing he wanted was to be restrained if they worried he would hurt someone. “It’s manageable.”

“Some of our tests have been confirmed. It is a form of the breeding drug, albeit a milder version. I wish I could send it off to a friend of mine to look at but Justice said no.”

“The last thing we need is to hand another weapon against us over to unknowns.” Fury’s phone beeped. He retrieved it and he glanced at the screen. “I’m with Justice on this. It’s too risky. Hang on. I have to take this.” He rushed out of the room.

“What would the milder version do to a human?”

“I’m not sure. I’d have to examine her. I was told she escaped custody.”

“Is she going to die?”

“I don’t know.”

It infuriated Smiley. “What do you know?”

Dr. Harris backed away. “Calm down.”

“I just keep thinking she woke up in pain and ran away. She’s probably suffering and some male could come across her. He could do anything to her.” His voice took on a gruff sound and his hands fisted. “She’s defenseless.”

“Listen to me,” the doctor urged, “I tested both drinks. The amount of the drug was higher in your drink than in hers. You’re cranky but fine. The pain is gone. You’re just moody as shit. I’m sure she’s probably the same. I read the report. According to her height and approximate weight, I don’t think it was a toxic amount.”

That made him feel better.

“Unless she has health issues. Those are things I can’t factor in.”

He wanted to hit the doctor. “Go.”

“Smiley, I really think I should run a few blood tests on you.”

“Get out before I strike you. I’m about to.”

Dr. Harris left in a hurry. Fury returned.

“Who called? Have they found Vanni?”

Fury hesitated. “Someone responded to the APB the police put out. A witness said he saw a female fitting her description getting into a truck with another female. She appeared to be fine but the witness remembered her because her skirt was ripped near the hem and she wasn’t wearing shoes. He thought she might be homeless.”

“Were they able to track that truck?”

“He didn’t catch the license plate or where it headed. They pulled her driver’s license information and two police officers are parked outside her apartment. No one answered when they knocked. They are watching in case she returns home. We’ll find her, Smiley. The good news is that she’s with a female. No male took her.”

“All right.” He took deep breaths. “I need an outlet for the rage. I’m not in pain but I’m pissed.”

“We’ll go to the training room. I’m sure someone will spar with you.”

He nodded. “Let’s do that.”

“You may wish to shower first.”

Vanni. Her smell was on him. He hesitated, not willing to lose that connection. It wasn’t rational though, he realized. “Okay.”

Fury studied him, worry evident.

“I’ll be fine.”

His friend nodded. “I know.”

Chapter Five

Vanni knew Beth hovered at the bathroom door of their shared apartment because she was worried. They’d been best friends since first grade. “I’m okay.”

“I don’t see how. I still can’t believe what you told me in the car.”

She looked at Beth. “I wish it was a lie but it’s all true. I need a shower.” She began to strip and shoved the skirt down. The engagement ring fell out of the pocket and bounced on the tile flooring. She stared at it, a reminder of her new reality.

“I can almost read your mind. You look so sad, Vanni. This wasn’t your fault. You were drugged.” Beth paused. “You don’t have to tell Carl. I might not like him but I know how much he matters to you. We could say you got a bad case of food poisoning and I came and got you from the hotel.”

She shook her head. “No. It’s over. He lied to me about why we went to the hotel in the first place and became a total jerk. You were right about him.”

“Which part? That he was a selfish son of a bitch or that he was a user?”

Vanni frowned.

“Come on. He asks you to marry him and immediately stops touching you? You haven’t had sex with him in four months.”

“He was afraid it would reflect badly on his reputation. I understood that. When our engagement was announced in the papers, they did a story about his dad too. It would have looked terrible to have a preacher’s son having a woman stay late at his house. The reporters suddenly became interested in him and his life.”

“That’s lame. I said that and I stand by it. There’s something off with Carl. You said the sex wasn’t even good and he rarely touched you. He probably has a boyfriend stashed somewhere. He got you to say yes and dried up the affection. It screams to me that he likes guys and he needed you as a front to hide it.”

Vanni wasn’t sure. “Either way, we won’t be getting married now.” She bent, picked up the ring and put it in the drawer so it wouldn’t get lost. “I’ll give that back to him when he returns to town.”

“Tell me more about this New Species. All you said was that you both were drugged and had sex together. Was that any good at least? I mean, you remember it, right?”

“I’ll never forget. I remember it all.” She turned on the water and let it warm then closed the toilet lid to sit so she could look at the bottom of her foot. She hoped it wasn’t cut. She gasped when she sat, aware of being tender.

“Are you okay?”

Vanni examined her sole. “It’s just a bruise. I don’t see any cuts or blood.”

“That’s not what I’m talking about. Did he hurt you?”

Vanni looked up. “No, he didn’t hurt me.” She stood. “I’m just sore.”

“In a good or a bad way?”

“What does that mean?”

Beth arched her eyebrows and smiled. “Was he big? They look big. Is that why you flinched when you sat down?”

“Beth!” Vanni scowled. “Don’t be disgusting.”

“I’m being honest. You should see the way you were walking. It wasn’t just the limp but you’re a bit bowlegged. Was he like Justice North with those gorgeous kitty eyes?”

“No.”

“He’s like Fury? He’s canine and so hot. I envy Ellie. It was so damn sad but dreamy when they were shot at and he just swooped her up to get her to safety. Can you imagine any guy taking a few bullets to protect a woman? That’s loyalty to the extreme.”

Smiley’s face surfaced in her memory. “He wasn’t like either of them.”

“He was a primate?” Beth leaned against the wall. “What do they look like? I haven’t seen pictures of them that really show their features.”

“He had beautiful eyes.” She turned around and stepped into the shower.

“Shit!”

Beth scared her and Vanni spun, almost slipping in the wet tub. “What?”

“I thought you said he didn’t hurt you.”

“He didn’t.”

Beth stepped into the bathroom and grabbed their small makeup mirror off the vanity. She approached and offered it. “It’s a good thing you are calling it off with Carl or he’d know some other guy nailed you. Check out the bruises on your ass. He has big hands.”

Vanni grabbed the mirror and twisted, getting a look at her butt. Bruises were forming on both cheeks in the shape of handprints. “It doesn’t hurt.”

Her friend accepted the mirror back. “Let me guess. He nailed you standing up, grabbing your ass. That takes skill.”

A flashback struck her—Smiley pinning her against the SUV and his hands cupping her ass while he’d ground his pelvis against hers. “I just want to forget this night.”

Beth returned the mirror to the vanity and took a seat on the counter. “This was your first one-night stand.”

“Thanks for the reminder. Did you not hear me? I want to finish my shower, go to bed and just pretend none of this ever happened.”

“You won’t. I know you too well. You aren’t going to tell Carl about having sex with this other guy, are you?”

Vanni hesitated. “I owe him that much.”

“Bad idea. He’s a prick, hon. You were attracted to this Smiley, drugged or not. I listened to you really closely since I was in stun mode and couldn’t talk at first. You should be more upset.”

“I am.”

Beth was quiet while Vanni showered. She turned off the water and grabbed a towel to wrap her wet hair and another to dry her body.

“You like Smiley.”

Vanni paused and met her friend’s concerned gaze. “He was nice.”

“The sex was great, wasn’t it?”

“It was the drugs. You have no idea what they did to us.”

“Want to tell me?”

“Not really.”

“You’re not the casual-sex type. Something more happened than the two of you just getting it on. You felt something for him.”

“I felt a lot of things and most of them weren’t good. That drug is awful. I don’t think I ever want to have kids. I can imagine what labor feels like now. It was that bad.”

“He was that big? Are you sure he wasn’t a horse instead of a primate?”

“Shut up.” Vanni wrapped the towel around her middle and limped out of the bathroom to the bedroom they shared. “I’m talking about the pain I felt when we weren’t…you know.”

“Getting it on?” Beth followed her.

“Yes, if you want to use that crude term.” She tugged on a nightgown and climbed into bed. “I’m so tired and I don’t want to face tomorrow.”

Beth took a seat on the edge of the mattress. “You could just mail the ring back to Carl and avoid him completely. That’s what I suggest.”

“I wasn’t thinking about that but thanks. It just reminded me that we sent out wedding invitations. I’ll have to contact everyone to tell them it’s off.”

“It’s not a bad thing. Carl was a jerk, hon. I’m kind of glad this happened.”

Vanni gaped at her.

“I didn’t mean the drugging and having sex with a New Species. Carl wasn’t right for you. He just filled your ideal-husband checklist.”

“I didn’t know I had one.”

“He has a stable job and he wanted kids. He’s so damn boring that you know he wouldn’t be playing hide-the-brief with his office staff.” Beth smiled. “That was a lawyer joke. I’m trying to make you laugh.”

“There’s nothing funny about this. My life is destroyed.”

Beth shook her head. “It’s not. It’s just different now. You hated Carl’s father and everything his church stands for. We couldn’t even get through five minutes of his televised show. He was a blowhard. You’re not going to have to pretend to like him anymore when he shows up for visits or worry about Carl making you attend any of his sermons when you visit him.”

“I got to see one earlier in person. Once was more than enough.”

“Well, that’s a good thing since you and Carl are done.”

Vanni couldn’t argue with that.

“And you finally got laid.”

“That’s not funny.”

Beth teared up. “Sorry. You know I handle stress with humor.”

Vanni crawled across the bed and clasped her hand. “Don’t you dare cry or I’ll start.”

“Are you okay? Don’t bullshit me. I hate when you act all tough and in turn, I try to act just as tough. I can’t imagine what you must have gone through. We’re both avoiding the ‘R’ word but that’s kind of what it was.”

“He was drugged too. We were both victims in this.”

“Are you sure? I mean, how do you know he didn’t spike your drink?”

“The NSO thinks I did it.”

Beth paled. “What?”

“I guess I was the only one who sat next to him.”

“That’s insane. You’d never drug a guy to have sex. What is wrong with them? You were drugged too.”

“I know.”

“I’ll call them tomorrow myself and set them straight.”

“Don’t.” She was instantly fearful. “They were taking me to Homeland when I slipped away.”

“What?”

“Yeah. I don’t know if they were just going to get me medical treatment or arrest me. Smiley seemed to believe me when I said I didn’t do it but I’m not sure about the guys with him. I overheard two of them talking when I woke up in the backseat. It scared me.”

“We’ll hire a lawyer.”

“They don’t know who I am. I mean, I left my purse in the hotel room and only told them my name was Vanni. The room was in Mable’s name. That’s Gregory’s assistant. I couldn’t even sign for coffee this morning. I was just a guest in her room.”

“That’s good. Maybe we should go to the police and tell them what happened.”

“No!” Vanni was horrified at the idea. “I just want to forget.”

“Your shit is still at the hotel. Does Carl even know you’re gone?”

“Crap. No. He might raise hell in the morning when I don’t show up for breakfast.”

Beth released her and stood. She walked to the dresser and lifted her cell phone. “I’ve always got your back.” She called a number and put her finger over her lip to motion Vanni to silence.

“Hi, Carl. It’s Beth. I just wanted to let you know I picked up Vanni and she’s home with me now.” She paused. “She ate something and got a bad case of food poisoning. She didn’t want to bother you since she knows this was an important weekend for your father.” She paused again, listening, and stared at Vanni.

Vanni was grateful. She did worry when her best friend gritted her teeth.

“Just have her things packed up and get someone to drop them off at our apartment tomorrow. She’s sleeping now that she puked her guts up. Thanks for being so concerned for her health and not obsessed about some stupid breakfast she’ll miss.” Beth hung up.

“He took it that badly?” Vanni suspected he would.

“It’s official. He’s a total asshole. He didn’t even ask how you were but ranted about some press photos you were supposed to take with him at breakfast. He said it’s going to make him and his father look bad. I just threw that in at the end so he felt like an ass, if that’s even possible. You dodged a bullet with that loser.”

Vanni nodded.

“It’s going to work out.”

She really wanted to believe that.

“Don’t look so sad. Carl isn’t worth it. I don’t think you ever really loved him. It was just the idea of the white picket fence.” Beth glanced around. “Bright side, we’ll save a lot of money on this new place since we downgraded to a one-bedroom so I wouldn’t be stuck paying for that two-bedroom after you moved out. Maybe we can use the spare money and finally take a trip to Hawaii. That would be cool.”

“I’m so sorry, Beth.”

Her best friend sat on the other bed a few feet away. “For what? I’m the one who got to pick this place. I love it. It’s cozy. I like sharing a room with you. It’s like summer camp every night.” She crossed her legs and leaned back against a fluffy pillow. “Remember? We’d stay up all night and drive those camp counselors insane with our giggling.”

It lightened Vanni’s mood. Those were some of her fondest memories. “We don’t have to share a bathroom with eighteen other girls. I hated those hikes in the middle of the night just to pee.”

“Or the mosquito bites on our asses from those suckers hiding in the toilet.”

They smiled at each other.

Beth spoke first. “Tell me your deepest, darkest secret and I’ll tell you mine.”

It was a game they used to play. Vanni licked her lips and said the first thing that came to mind. “I really liked Smiley.”

“Oh hon.”

“He was so sweet, Beth.” Tears filled her eyes. “He should have been pissed, thinking I drugged him, but he wasn’t. I was scared and in pain but he took care of me. I didn’t have to have sex with him but I wanted to. I initiated it.”

“He was hot, wasn’t he?”

Vanni wiped away her tears. “Very hot.”

“I knew it. Was he good in bed?”

“The best.”

“Did you fall a little for him?”

“Probably.”

Beth lay down and curled on her side, holding her gaze. “Do you wish you could see him again?”

Vanni wasn’t sure how to answer.

“It’s okay if you do. I won’t judge. You know that about me. He sounds amazing, besides how you met, I mean.”

“I don’t think he’d ever want to see me again.”

“You can’t be sure unless we try to contact him.”

“No. I need to forget this night ever happened and get on with my life. It’s your turn. Tell me your deepest, darkest secret.”

It took long seconds for her to answer. “I really hated Carl.”

Vanni smiled. “I knew that.”

“Listen to your best friend next time. That’s all I ask.”

“Deal.”

“Sleep. I’m right here. You’re home. It’s going to be fine.”

Vanni closed her eyes but all she could think about was Smiley. She hoped he was okay, wherever he was.

* * * * *

Smiley entered his apartment at the men’s dorm and locked the door. The drug had passed through his system. His dick no longer ached from a constant erection and he had worked out his aggression on a punching bag. The silence inside his corner apartment was absolute. The male who lived next to him had gone to Reservation and the one across the hall had taken a mate. They now lived together in another section of Homeland.

He grabbed a cold drink from the fridge but stared at the cherry soda in his hand. It reminded him of Vanni. He put it back and removed a bottle of water instead. He drank half of it and walked to the balcony. He didn’t open the door or step outside, just stood there staring into the darkness.

Vanni was somewhere out there. He considered the constant worry for her to be a form of torture. The cell phone he’d taken from Security on his way home sat heavily in his pocket. They’d promised to call him if they found her. It remained as quiet as his surroundings.

He put his open hand on the glass. “Where are you, babe?”

He spun away, pacing the carpet in front of the couch. They hadn’t known each other long but all he could think about was Vanni. Her image seemed permanently imprinted on his thoughts. He’d showered and changed clothes but he could still smell her.

A soft knock was welcome and he lunged toward the door, twisted the locks and swung it open. It was possible they hadn’t wanted to call if the news was bad. They’d want to tell him in person but it wasn’t an on-duty officer who stood there.

“Hi, Jericho.”

“I heard what happened. May I come in?”

It beat being alone. “Sure.” He stepped aside. “I’m fine.”

The male closed the door and leaned against it. “Would you say otherwise?”

That comment surprised him. “The drug is out of my system.”

“It must have left you with a lot of difficult memories.”

“It wasn’t that bad. I mean, I remember it all and the pain didn’t come close to what it could have been.”

Jericho rumbled deep in his chest. “You and I are different from the rest.”

“I don’t understand.”

“Yes, you do.” He tilted his head. “We keep our emotions closer to the surface. I’m better at hiding it than you are. Your feelings show in your eyes. You appear sad. That’s unusual for you. This does affect you. Talk to me.”

Smiley hesitated. “I’m worried about her.”

“The female who drugged you?”

“She said she didn’t.”

“The team stated otherwise in their report. Are you certain she wasn’t responsible?”

“No but I’m sure she didn’t know what was going to happen.”

“How?”

“I saw the fear in her eyes. The shock.” Smiley ran his fingers through his hair and began pacing again. It helped. “She had no idea what was about to happen to us.”

“Perhaps not to what extent.”

That halted him in his tracks. “What do you mean by that?”

“The team is certain she dosed both drinks. She had no form of identity. There was only a room key from the hotel. Don’t you find that suspicious? Humans always carry ID, especially to a human bar. She also didn’t have a room in her name but her key card was registered to a room that was paid for by the Woods Church. We’ve been dealing with them for a while. They aren’t our friends.”

He couldn’t deny that the evidence seemed damning. “Maybe she was pushed into it somehow. Forced.”

“You shared sex with her and remember the details so I imagine it was intense.”

Smiley didn’t like where the conversation was headed. “You believe I might feel a protective bond to her because of the extreme physical responses?”

“You did threaten team members with harm when they attempted to examine her. You also refused direct orders from Brass when he was willing to knock her unconscious to transport her here. You really wanted that female.”

“Because I was drugged.”

“You stated you were in control at the time. Which is it?”

Anger stirred. “Did you come here to argue with me?”

“No. I came to talk to you because I’m concerned.”

Smiley calmed and dropped onto the couch. He placed the water bottle down on the side table. “Sit if you plan to stay.”

Jericho chose to sit in the chair opposite him. “I don’t want your feelings hurt because this wasn’t directed toward you. You were the only Species in that bar and that’s why you were the target. Tell me you understand that.”

“I do.”

Jericho regarded him with his red-hued brown eyes.

“I do,” Smiley repeated. “It could have happened to anyone.”

“The canines would have smelled the drug in the drink.”

He clenched his hands in his lap.

“That’s not your fault. Their sense of smell is just better. That’s genetics.”

“Why bring it up?”

“I’d be thinking that, partially blaming myself for making an easy target. I am trying to put myself in your shoes. We’re not the weakest Species here. I also think about that sometimes.”

“You have gorilla DNA. I’m probably from a chimpanzee.”

“They can be vicious creatures.”

Smiley snorted.

“They are. Do your research. They are very territorial and are good fighters.”

“I don’t have inadequacy issues, head shrink.”

“Good. I’m glad to hear that. We have our advantages over the canines and felines.”

“We are better climbers, although I envy the felines for their ability to leap.”

“Don’t make light of this,” Jericho grumbled.

Smiley sighed. “We’re all Species. We’re family. I never take the time to really ponder our differences.”

“You should right now. We tend to be more emotional, the way humans are. We grow attachments faster. I’ll be blunt.”

“I wish you would be.”

“The only females you and I share sex with are canine or feline. They have told me how I’m different and I’d bet they do the same with you. We need more than just sex. It’s about the touching and the sense of the bond we share with them during intimate moments. I’ve avoided humans for that very reason. You probably do the same.”

“I just haven’t met any I was attracted to who felt the same way about me or I would have attempted it.”

Jericho shifted in the chair and rested his arms along the arms. “Our females know when to push us away but humans don’t. I read the report, Smiley. You were caring for this female and she allowed it. I can only imagine how that affected you but it was probably pretty powerful. That, mixed with the breeding drug’s effects, could pose a problem.”

“You lost me.”

“You’re too concerned in the wrong way about finding this female. You’ve made it clear that it’s not about making sure she’s punished for what she did to you but rather your fear for her safety. I’m worried you believe there’s a bond there that doesn’t really exist. Do you understand? I don’t want you hurt more.”

Smiley wasn’t sure how to respond.

“This female walked into that bar with the intent to harm us.” Jericho kept his voice low and steady. “There were reporters everywhere to cover Justice’s speeches revealing our plans to expand Reservation to accommodate the wildlife we’ve welcomed from rescue operations. That is important to all of us because we know what it is like to be viewed as dangerous animals. It would have harmed our public image if you’d attacked her in front of all those witnesses. This isn’t about you. That attack was directed at the NSO.”

“I know I wasn’t the target.”

“A kind, decent human wouldn’t have done that. It’s obvious the Woods Church bought that drug from Drackwood. We know they were working on a version that wouldn’t kill humans. It’s the only way she could have gotten it. The test confirms it’s an altered version of the original. That means they’ve spent a lot of time and money plotting this attack. I don’t want you to feel inner turmoil over a female not worthy of it. She might not have been warned of the pain the drug caused but her intent to hurt Species is undeniable.”

“Perhaps she didn’t understand the impact it would have.”

“Then why did she escape? They were taking her to seek medical assistance. I’m attempting to be logical for you.”

The way his chest tightened and ached was an unpleasant, unexpected feeling for Smiley. “You’re right.”

Jericho stood. “I’m going to get a drink and sleep on your couch. You shouldn’t be alone at a time like this, my friend. I’m sorry this happened.”

“I won’t throw myself out a window.”

Jericho spun, a horrified look plastered on his face.

“That was a joke.” Smiley forced a smile. “I am disappointed. I’ll get over it. You don’t have to stay in my apartment.”

“Would you prefer to stay with a female? I’m sure Rusty would allow you to sleep in her bed this once. She’s concerned about you too.”

“I’m not ready for that.”

“You should be. Forget the human and enjoy a little pampering from one of our females. It will make things seem better.”

Smiley stood. “I’m lonely. One night with one of our females isn’t going to cure that. It would just make it worse. I’m strong. I’ll get past this. I always do. It’s just been a difficult day.”

“I’m sleeping on the couch. You’ll have to pick me up and toss me out if you want me gone.”

There was no use arguing with the male. “I appreciate your friendship.”

“We’re family.” Jericho opened a cherry soda and sipped it. “You’d do the same for me. I wouldn’t want to be alone after something like this either. I’ll wake you if you have nightmares.”

“I’m exhausted. I’m going to turn in.”

“I’ll be here.” Jericho nodded toward the television. “Do you mind if I watch it?”

“Be my guest.”

Smiley walked into his room and closed the door. He paused there, remembering Vanni’s face. He needed to let it go. He needed to let her go. Jericho had made valid points. Then again, he hadn’t been there.

Vanni had blushed when she was stripped bare. There had been an innocence about her that he found endearing. That wasn’t a trait a malicious human would possess. None of it made sense.

He walked to the window and stared out into the darkness. Where are you, Vanni?

Chapter Six

“Vanni! Wake up, damn it. Get out here!”

Vanni shot upright in her bed when Beth started shouting from the living room. She threw off the covers and dashed to the open doorway. “What’s wrong? Are you hurt?” Her gaze frantically sought and found her friend.

Beth was on her knees in the center of the room between the coffee table and the television. Her friend was pale as she pointed a remote control at the television. Vanni glanced at it, seeing a commercial.

“What’s wrong?”

“It’s coming up. I just saw the promo for it.”

“For what? Beth? What the hell?”

Her mouth opened, closed and opened again. “It’s on my morning gossip show.”

“What is?” Vanni stepped out of the bedroom, pushing her messy hair out of her face.

“It’s you and that New Species.”

“What?”

“They showed a video clip of you two from last night.”

Vanni had to be hearing wrong. “What do you mean?”

“Nobody else has that ugly-ass skirt you came home in last night and believe me, it was you. They showed a clip of an upcoming story and it’s about the NSO. It showed a few seconds of you wrapped around a big dude and you were making out.”

“That’s not funny.”

“I’m not kidding. I’m being heart-attack serious. It’s coming up after the commercials.”

“You’re wrong. What did they say?”

“I heard NSO on the TV while I was making my oatmeal and looked up. They showed you with your legs wrapped around a big jock type, making out hot and heavy. There’s no mistaking that skirt.”

The commercial ended and the cable show began. Beth turned up the volume as the host couple faced the cameras. The man took the lead.

“I know you’ve heard a lot of stories about the NSO lately but here’s a new one for you. An anonymously submitted video arrived at our station and many others this morning.”

“Usually the stories we bring you regarding the NSO involve them being targeted for hate crimes. Not today.” The woman’s grin spread. “It seems some people are really friendly to New Species.”

Vanni’s knees collapsed under her and she hit the carpet when a grainy video started to play on the screen. It was her and Smiley. The angle was from above and the operator of the video camera zoomed in.

They stood next to each other with Smiley’s hand on her shoulder, the other holding her hip while she straightened. His words couldn’t be heard but Smiley said something. She nodded. His lips moved again. Her hand darted out and clutched a handful of his shirt. It tore open to reveal the bare skin of his upper chest and almost to his navel. She went for his hair too, grabbing a handful behind his neck and used her hold to jerk his face down.

“Oh shit,” Beth gasped.

Vanni watched in horror as she kissed Smiley. She looked desperate and slutty. It got worse when she lifted a leg high enough to hook her calf around the back of his thigh in an obvious attempt to get him to pick her up. He did. That’s when she wrapped her legs around his waist, her skirt hiking up to her thighs in the process.

“No,” Vanni whispered. Memory returned and she wasn’t surprised when she started to grind her body against him. It was horrendous to watch though. It reminded her of a dog she’d once had that humped any leg it could get to hold still.

“No, no, no,” she chanted.

Smiley jerked away from her and tried to avoid her mouth. It didn’t stop her. She buried her face in his neck and his eyes closed. He just stood there allowing her to maul him, except his lips moved slightly, as if he were telling her to stop. She couldn’t remember that part but seeing was believing.

Something happened on the other side of him that the camera couldn’t see but he bowed his back and then spun, pinning her against a black SUV. He seemed to try to stop her from humping him and pulling his hair. He pressed against her, pinning her, but then she grabbed his face to plant her lips over his. It was a good shot of most of her face. Her eyes were closed and she was going to town, kissing the hell out of him.

“We have someone on the roof!” an NSO guard yelled—the one positioned at the front of the SUV. He drew his weapon and pointed it at the camera. The person operating it jerked away and the clip ended.

The show returned to the hosts. The woman fanned herself and grinned. “I’d say that was very friendly.”

The man chuckled. “None of my fans ever do that to me. I only get asked for autographs.” He winked. “I’m single.”

“You don’t exactly look like him and she obviously wanted more than his signature. I think you’d better start lifting weights if you want that kind of response from your fans. Did you see the muscles on that New Species?” The woman wiggled her eyebrows at the camera.

“Turn it off,” Vanni whispered.

Beth looked as stunned and dismayed as Vanni felt. “Did you hear what they said? Every station. Oh Vanni. Your parents watch the news and those gossip shows. There’s no way they aren’t going to see this. Even without that skirt on, I knew it was you. Your face showed a few times.”

The phone rang. Both women jumped. Vanni frantically shook her head. “Don’t get it.”

Beth didn’t move. The phone rang four times before their answering machine picked up. It sank in to Vanni that everyone she knew would see that video at some point. That included her friends, family and coworkers. It made her sick to her stomach.

“Vanni?” Her mother’s voice came out of the machine speaker. “Vanni? We saw the news. Was that you? It looked like you. You—”

“Damn it!” her father yelled in the background. “Did you get hold of her? She’s not answering her cell phone. On the news they said it happened at the same hotel where she was staying this weekend.”

“I got the machine,” her mother told him.

“Call Beth. Make sure Vanni is all right!” her father yelled. “Our girl wouldn’t act like that in public unless she was drunk. Do you think she’s all right? What if she went home with him and he won’t let her go? Should we call those New Species people to see if she’s still with him?”

“I’ll call Beth now.” The phone went dead.

Seconds later Beth’s cell phone blared rap music. Vanni stared at her friend. Beth moved. “I’ll tell them you’re safe. They are worried.”

“I can’t talk to them.”

Beth reached into her purse. “Shut up.” She answered. “Hi. Vanni is fine.”

Vanni was going to hyperventilate. The house phone started to ring again. Beth ignored it as she held her cell phone. She met Beth’s gaze.

“She’s here. I went to get her last night. She’s sleeping. She’s fine. Let me have her call you later. The other phone is ringing. I swear she’s safe.” Beth hung up.

The answering machine picked up. “Vanni?”

She groaned. “Carl.”

“Goddamn it, Vanni!” he shouted into the machine. “What in the hell have you done? My father warned me that you were nothing but trash. How the hell could you?” His voice lowered somewhat but his anger was clear. “Do you know what kind of bad press this is going to cause my father? For me? We’re engaged and you screwed one of those creatures in an alley outside the hotel?” He lowered his voice to a whisper. “I could kill you. Someone identified you to the reporters. Shit. Another news crew is at the door. This is all your fault!” He slammed the phone down.

The house phone rang immediately. Vanni realized tears were running down her face. Beth turned off the ringer and answering machine. The cell phone blared rap music again. Beth cursed and turned it off.

“Vanni? Look at me.”

She wiped at her tears. “This is a nightmare, right? I’m still in bed?”

Beth sat down on the floor and hugged her. “It’s going to be all right. In a few days this will blow over. Someone else will do something to get their attention.”

“Do you think they have more footage they didn’t show yet?”

“I don’t know but it’s going to be okay.”

Vanni pulled away. “How? How can it be?”

Beth had tears in her eyes too. “We’ll get through this.”

“Everyone is going to see that. How am I going to leave the house? Go to work?”

“I don’t know.” Beth sniffed. “Look on the bright side.”

“I’m afraid to ask what just popped into your head, but what? I’m desperate.”

“You don’t have to make any phone calls to tell people you aren’t marrying Carl. I think it’s a given.”

Vanni leaned forward and hugged her again. “Not funny. Try again.”

“Okay,” Beth whispered. “The reporters are annoying the shit out of Carl. He threatened to kill you so I hope they give him hell.”

“Not helping.”

“I don’t know what else to say.”

“Me neither.”

A good minute went by. Beth spoke again. “Did you have sex in that alley?”

“Inside the SUV.”

Beth unwound her arms and sat back. She lifted a hand in the air. “High five.”

Vanni just stared at her blankly.

“Bucket list, remember? Sex in a car.” Beth kept her hand up. “Bright side. That’s one thing you ticked off yours.”

“Oh Beth.” Vanni shook her head. “That’s so wrong.”

Beth lowered her arm. “Work with me here. I’m trying. Otherwise we’re going to cry and stay huddled on this floor.”

“Is that so bad?”

Someone pounded on the door. Beth got up, walked over and peeked out the peephole. She cursed and backed up as the person pounded again.

“Miss Abris? Travanni? Could we please speak to you for a moment?” The voice was muffled through the door.

Beth turned. “It’s a lady with a cameraman.”

Vanni clawed her way to her feet and ran into the bathroom. She got violently sick. Her life would never be the same.

* * * * *

Smiley had been ordered to Fury’s office. He had no idea why but knew it was urgent. The door was wide open and Fury waited inside.

“You better sit.”

“I’m fine standing.” Smiley stiffened his spine. “Has Vanni been found?”

More Species entered the room, including Jericho. The grim look in the male’s eyes had Smiley rethink the offer of taking a seat. He stepped a few feet over and dropped into a chair. He really hadn’t expected to be told Vanni was dead. It was his worst fear. It seemed as good as confirmed. Bile rose but he swallowed it down.

“She’s dead?” He managed to get the question out.

Jericho shook his head. “No.”

Smiley could breathe again.

“Last night there was a human on the roof of the hotel.” Fury rounded his desk and sat. He lifted a remote and turned on the television. “Were you aware of that?”

Smiley nodded. “Yes. I heard Shane shout it out and I moved Vanni inside the back of the SUV to get her under cover in case it was a sniper.”

Fury pushed a few buttons. “This is playing on all the stations. Prepare yourself. The male had a video camera and apparently sent it to anyone with an interest. Here’s one I recorded off the television. I missed the beginning of it but it’s enough.”

The video wasn’t the best quality but it was clear enough, even in the dim alley, to make out details. Smiley squirmed in his seat. It was uncomfortable having a replay of such a personal moment displayed in front of so many males. It also angered him.

The clip ended and a white-haired news anchor took the lead. “The woman in the alley has been identified as twenty-seven-year-old Travanni Abris.” A picture of Vanni and a blond male flashed on the screen. They were smiling. It returned to the anchorman.

“You might recognize the man pictured in the photo with her as attorney Carl Woods, son of Pastor Gregory Woods of the Woods Church. The Woods Church has been a frontrunner in the campaign to shut down the NSO. We’ve been unable to reach Miss Abris for a comment. She’s gone into seclusion at her home.”

The camera focused on a woman standing in front of the Woods Church. She introduced herself. “No one will speak to us but it’s been a flurry of activity for the past hour.” The camera panned to the parking lot full of cars and then back to the reporter. “We were told by someone who wishes to remain anonymous that Pastor Woods and his son are inside the church and this has come as a total shock to the family. As everyone knows, Pastor Woods opposes New Species having civil rights. He started the church—”

Fury turned off the television and sighed. “She was engaged to the son. They were to be married in seven weeks.”

Smiley wouldn’t forget the face of the blond male any time soon. He’d appeared much smaller and shorter than himself. Their coloring was vastly different too. That was the male who had laid claim to Vanni until last night when she’d removed his ring. He clenched his jaw.

“I’m sorry.” Smiley wasn’t sure what else to say.

“For what?” Fury arched an eyebrow.

“We are to avoid news coverage and bad publicity.”

Jericho snarled. “You did nothing wrong, Smiley. It wasn’t bad for us. The Woods Church is always saying we belong in a zoo and yet that female shared sex with you. It means not everyone eats his bullshit.”

Fury nodded. “Nothing about the breeding drug has come out yet.”

Bestial cleared his throat. “Worst-case scenario, even if it does, she appeared to be the sexual aggressor. That female attacked you, not the other way around. They can’t flip this on us in a bad way.”

Tiger spoke. “I don’t understand why they used her to launch this attack in the media. It wasn’t flattering to them. The last female I’d have fuck my enemy would be the one set to marry someone so high up in their organization.”

“I can think of some good reasons they picked her.” Tim stood.

“Name them,” Fury demanded.

Tim didn’t hesitate. “They probably figured a New Species would end up killing her. She’s frail-looking, judging by that video, and has that girl-next-door look that would piss off everyone. What better way to gain public sympathy for their cause than losing someone so important to the family? They could also have sued the NSO for her death to the tune of millions. They’d assume their pockets would get lined and drain ours at the same time. It would have also kept their name in the papers and made New Species look like hell for killing that girl.”

Rage twisted inside Smiley. “You mean the son fooled Vanni into believing he loved her when he just set her up to be killed?”

Tim shrugged. “I don’t know much about him but I’ve done my research on Gregory Woods. He’s a piece of work. I wouldn’t put it past him to have chosen her out of maliciousness. He wasn’t happy when their engagement was announced. It might have been a way to just stop the wedding and get a shot in at us at the same time. Either way, I bet he’s thrilled their wedding is off.”

“Unless the son still wants to marry her.” Tiger frowned.

Tim snorted. “No guy is going to still marry her after that video went viral. He’d be a laughingstock.”

“Why?” Smiley thought that seemed insulting to Vanni.

Tim met his stare. “Pride. She was all over you. No one would ever let him forget it.”

Flame grinned. “Not to mention, would she still want to marry him after Smiley? That was one pathetic-looking human male.”

“Flame.” Fury shook his head. “This is no time for jokes.”

“I’m just saying the son looks puny.”

“What if she got pregnant?” Jericho frowned.

“She’s not. She is on birth control.” Smiley clenched his fists. “I wasn’t that out of it. I asked.”

“What kind?” Bestial peered at him.

“I’m not certain.” Smiley shrugged.

“The breeding drug can override certain contraceptives.”

Smiley felt sucker punched. “Are you certain?”

The council member nodded. “Pretty certain. Condoms work but only if they don’t break. I don’t suppose you used one?”

“No.”

“Did you release inside her?”

“Yes.”

Bestial grimaced. “Then it’s a possibility we need to be aware of and make a contingency plan for.”

Vanni pregnant with my child. Smiley bolted to his feet, unable to remain seated any longer. “We need her brought to Homeland. Where is she?”

“Calm,” Jericho ordered.

“What if she’s carrying my child? She’s out there alone.” Smiley refused to back down. “Our enemies could go after her to steal my son or kill her outright to prevent his birth. Tim said she’s in danger from that church. Someone from there set her up. We need to retrieve her now to secure her safety.”

“Smiley?” Fury drew his attention. “We’ll keep a surveillance team on her but we can’t send a team to pick her up. It would seem as though we’re kidnapping her. That would be bad publicity.”

“They said she was in seclusion at her home. Do we know if that’s true?” Smiley wasn’t even sure if she was okay or not.

“Yes.” Tim nodded. “I have a two-man team outside her apartment masquerading as paparazzi. We went to the wrong address last night. The one listed on her driver’s license was outdated. She moved last month. We have visual confirmation that she and her roommate, an Elisabeth Goss, are holed up inside. They are refusing to take incoming calls or answer the door. The only reason we know for sure she’s there is because someone called the cops reporting a possible suicide.”

“What?” Smiley snarled.

“She’s fine. It’s a bullshit ruse some of the paparazzi pull to draw out whomever they want to photograph. It’s standard procedure for the cops to do a wellness check and interview the residents to make sure there isn’t a real problem. My men verified the call didn’t come from inside the residence. In this case the police had Travanni and Elisabeth talk to them on the doorstep after the apartment manager unlocked the door for them. They weren’t opening it up for anyone.”

“Your team actually saw her? They are certain?” Smiley needed confirmation.

Tim nodded. “Yeah.”

That calmed Smiley a bit. “Did she look well?”

“I don’t know.” Tim frowned. “She was talking to the cops and they left without calling an ambulance so I assume so.”

Fury drew Smiley’s attention. “I can only imagine the stress you are under right now but this isn’t the time to pull her into Homeland for questioning. This is a media frenzy and all focus is on her. We need to wait for things to blow over a little before we make a move.”

“She’ll pay for what she did,” Bestial promised. “We’re good with patiently waiting when we need to.”

“Pay?” Smiley glared at him. “I’m not even sure if she did it. She denied drugging us.”

Bestial blew out a breath. “She’s associated with a group that hates us. She also escaped rather than come here.” He paused. “How many Species ate and drank in that bar when she wasn’t there, yet nothing happened? She comes in and you’re drugged. Do I need to continue? It all points to her.”

Smiley hated to admit that it did sound bad. He kept silent.

“We aren’t certain if she was aware of the danger but no good comes of dumping a drug into someone’s drink. That female had to know it was potentially harmful.” Bestial inhaled and blew out a deep breath. “She’ll be prosecuted under New Species law.”

Jericho cut Smiley off before he could speak. “Either way, she needs to be brought in for questioning at the first opportunity.” He flashed Smiley a warning look to keep him silent. “She can link this crime to the Woods Church. We have to locate that drug and make certain all of it is destroyed, otherwise none of us are safe in the out world. They could launch more attacks.”

“Agreed,” Fury stated. “We’ll wait until the media hype dies down and have Tim’s team grab her.”

Smiley stewed in anger. The meeting broke up and he stormed out, needing time to think. Jericho caught up with him and gripped his arm.

“She did drug you. Don’t forget that.”

“Vanni was frightened and she suffered. I don’t want her sent to Fuller. She paid enough even if she was the one who did it.”

“I spoke to Ned. He said the three of you entered the bar and you sat alone at the counter. No one approached you except her. That female was the only one who sat next to you. He noticed you turn in your seat a few times and it would have given her an opportunity to dope your soda.”

He couldn’t deny that. “There can be no crime if there is no victim. I’ll refuse to state otherwise.”

“You can’t deny what happened, Smiley. You weren’t hurt this time but who will be the next victim if we don’t stop this now? This concerns all Species.”

“Perhaps she was forced. Just consider that possibility.”

“Stubborn male,” Jericho grumbled under his breath. “You’re going to pull a True, aren’t you? Should I prepare for that? Will you take her from our custody when she’s brought here and make your home her sanctuary?”

It was a good idea. “Are you going to try to stop me if I do?”

“Damn.” Jericho’s expression softened. “I don’t want you hurt. I’ll make a deal with you.”

“What kind?”

“You don’t sign mate papers if they ask you to.”

Smiley frowned.

“They asked True to sign mate papers when he kept Jeanie in his home. I’ll argue your case if you take her. Just promise not to do anything rash. I don’t trust this female and I don’t believe you’re being completely rational. I want to make sure you get to know her before you possibly make a mistake.”

“I agree.”

Jericho nodded. “She also needs to help with discovering where more of that drug is. I doubt the Woods Church only had two doses for your drinks.”

“She’s kind, Jericho. I know she’ll help. She wouldn’t want what happened to us to happen to others.”

“You hope she’s kind. You barely know her, Smiley.”

He couldn’t argue but his gut instinct screamed that she was.

Chapter Seven

“I’ll go with you. He’s a dick. Who knows how he’ll react after seeing that video clip.”

“He’s not going to hit me, Beth.”

“I wouldn’t put anything past that asshole.”

“You’ve never liked him.”

“With good cause. He’s selfish and never thinks about you. That thing he has going on with his dad is creepy as shit too. He’s a grown man but it’s as if he’s so far up his dad’s ass he can’t think for himself. He said he wasn’t part of that church but he’s never publically opposed them either. I checked online. He was photographed a lot with his daddy before you dated him. I think he hid the association because he knew you wouldn’t date him otherwise. He sure as hell wouldn’t want to marry one of those insane groupies that hang with that church.”

“What does that mean?”

Beth sighed, looking frustrated. “They are a bunch of paranoid idiots. You were perfect, Vanni. Your brother is a cop, your sister is the poster child for housewives and your parents have been married forever. You clean up nice and have no criminal history. The perfect wife, image wise.”

Vanni shrugged. “He did ask me to marry him against his father’s wishes.”

“I bet that old son of a bitch is happy as shit this happened.”

“Maybe.”

“Is he going to be there? He’s so nasty.” Beth frowned.

“No, Gregory isn’t there. Carl said his dad is too busy at the church to get away. This is a nightmare for them too, with all the reporters. I’m just going to drop off the ring, grab my stuff and get out. He said he had to hide there from reporters.”

Beth lifted one hand, fisted it by her shoulder and pinched the thumb and forefinger of her other hand together, swinging it back and forth. “That’s me playing the violin.” She dropped her hands to her side.

Vanni laughed. “You’re so mean.”

“He’s holding your shit for ransom.”

“I owe him the courtesy of doing this in person.”

“I’m going with you.”

“You are supposed to have dinner with your parents and go out with your sister tonight. I’m not ruining your plans.”

“You think it’s going to make him less pissed that you cheated on him because you were drugged? You might need some backup.”

“I’m not going to tell him about that.”

“Why not? Are you nuts? Otherwise he’ll just think you’re a total bitch.”

“He’d tell his father and he’ll twist it somehow against the NSO. He’s a dick like that.”

“That’s true.”

“I’d rather just take the heat and get out as fast as possible. He blew it before I ever did by pulling that stunt with the weekend getaway. I had my eyes opened that he’s kind of a jerk.”

“I’d use stronger words like douche bag but all right. You call me if shit hits the fan and you need me to come home and eat ice cream with you.”

“Deal. Right after I get my cell phone returned.”

She grabbed her spare keys and hoped she didn’t get pulled her over since her wallet was with her purse. Her car was in the underground parking garage, which exited behind the building. Beth should be able to distract the press while she slipped away.

The twenty-minute drive was uneventful but Beth’s parting words kept repeating in Vanni’s head as she drove up to the gates at the Woods estate. Don’t do this. It’s stupid.

She’d only been there once with Carl when they’d first begun dating. It was when she’d met Gregory, who owned the reclusive vacation home in the hills. It hadn’t gone well. They’d disliked each other on sight.

A man in uniform stepped out of the tiny guard shack and held up his hand. She slowed to a stop and pressed the window button. “I’m Vanni. Carl is expecting me.”

He frowned.

“He called and told me to come here to collect my things.”

The guard used a two-way radio to contact someone at the house. “A Vanni is here to see Carl.”

“Send her up,” another voice ordered.

The guard hit a button inside the shack. The gates slowly rolled open and Vanni pushed down on the gas pedal. The paved, narrow road wound upward around a few turns and opened into a vast circular driveway. She parked in front of the house.

Her nerves were a mess. The plan had been to return the engagement ring to Carl by mail but that was before he’d held her belongings hostage. The message he’d left had been clear. She could either come to meet him or not get her things back. It was possible he was afraid she’d keep the expensive ring that had belonged to his grandmother. It was insulting that he thought so little of her.

She climbed out of her car and gripped the jeweler’s box in her fist as she climbed the stairs and rang the doorbell. Waiting for the door to open so she could finally face Carl was torture on her queasy stomach.

The door opened and a man peered at her. He was a tall man with a blunt haircut and harsh features. It was difficult to determine because all Gregory’s people wore suits but he was probably one of their many bodyguards. “This way.”

She blew out a breath and followed him down the hallway to an office. Carl sat behind the desk. He hung up the phone and stood.

“Thanks, Bruce.”

“No problem, sir.” He shot Vanni a dirty look. “I’ll be close.”

She managed not to roll her eyes. It was ridiculous if he thought she was dangerous. The grim situation dampened her attitude though when she saw how tired her ex looked. Dark circles rimmed his eyes and his normally perfect hair was a bit mused.

“Here’s your grandmother’s ring.” She set it on the edge of the desk. “I wanted to apologize. I never meant for any of this to happen.”

He reached over and snapped open the lid and examined it.

“It’s the right one.” His action irritated her.

He closed the lid, opened a drawer and dropped it inside. “I don’t know what you’re capable of anymore.”

Her lips remained sealed. I deserved that. Ouch.

Carl kept the desk between them. “Why didn’t you just go to the room the way I told you to? None of this would have happened if you had.”

She knew he deserved some answers. “I was mad at you for tricking me into going to that hotel for the weekend. The last thing I wanted to do was pace around the room after our argument or get more lectures from Mable about how I’m not good enough for you. I told you she’s mean. I just thought I’d have a drink, relax a little and then go to bed.”

He stared at her, his mouth a tight line of anger. She knew that expression well. Disapproval was something she often got from him. Their relationship was over but she felt no pain at the loss. Beth might have been right. It would have torn her apart if she’d really been in love with Carl but instead she just wanted to get away from him.

“I’m sorry. We shouldn’t have been engaged to begin with. I concluded that over the weekend. You’re always saying mean things to me and I resented it more than I realized. It’s best for both of us that our relationship ended. I’m never going to be the kind of woman you keep trying to mold me into. I wish you a happy life, Carl. I’ll get my things and go. You’ll never hear from me again.”

He inched around the desk. “That’s it? That’s all you have to say?”

“I never meant to hurt you.”

He stepped a little too close for comfort. “No excuses?”

“It happened. I would have told you even if it hadn’t been all over the television. I had planned to see you tomorrow when you came home from the hotel. Obviously you had to leave early. I’m sorry. I don’t know what else to say.”

He appeared a little shocked and irate at the same time, while he closely studied her eyes. Vanni wasn’t sure what he hoped to see but he took a step back and anger won out when he cursed.

“You can’t be that stupid.”

“Excuse me?” That wasn’t a response she expected.

“You were drugged. Why aren’t you telling me that? Didn’t you realize? Feel weird? You should throw yourself at my feet and beg me to still marry you. Dad said you’d do anything to gain my forgiveness.”

The world tilted a little as she stumbled back a step. How did he know I was drugged? Has it leaked to the press? She hadn’t told anyone except Beth. Her best friend wouldn’t betray that secret. It was possible the NSO had released the details. She gripped the desk to steady herself.

“Say something!” Carl yelled, making her jump. “Beg me to forgive you and tell me how it wasn’t your fault.”

It took her a few moments to pull herself together. He appeared to be having a meltdown. It was a bit surprising since she didn’t think he’d take their breakup that hard. He’d been kind of remote emotionally the entire time they’d dated.

“I wouldn’t do that. I slept with another man. I know it’s over. I don’t expect you to still marry me. I couldn’t go through with this wedding even if you somehow managed to get past what happened. I can’t.”

His complexion reddened and he started to breathe faster, almost panting with rage. It scared her a little.

“Where is my stuff? I’ll go.”

“Just like that?”

“What else do you want me to say? Neither of us can pretend nothing happened. Everyone is talking about it. I’m so sorry if this hurt you, Carl. I think I should just get out of here and you’ll never have to see me again. I honestly believe this is for the best. We wouldn’t have had a happy marriage.”

“Did you know you were drugged?” He seemed to be working himself up into a temper tantrum.

“I realized. It doesn’t change the outcome though.”

“What are the police going to do about it?”

“I didn’t go to them.”

“Why not?” He advanced, getting too close again, and kept yelling. “You should want that rapist in prison!”

“He didn’t drug me and it wasn’t rape.”

Carl grabbed her arm. “What?”

Vanni really wanted to get out of there. “You heard me. Just tell me where my things are. I want to leave.” She tugged her wrist, trying to break his hold. “Let go. You’re hurting me.”

He released her and stepped back. His expression changed. The anger left, to be replaced by something cold and calculating. “You liked being fucked by that creature, didn’t you?”

“My things,” she got out. “I’m leaving.”

“I told you she was a slut.” Gregory spoke from behind Vanni. “I kept warning you she wasn’t worthy of being included in this family. Now you see the truth in my assessment.”

She twisted her head, aghast to find him in the room. She hadn’t heard him enter and Carl had told her his father wasn’t going to be there. The older man eyed her disdainfully.

“It’s not going the way you said it would.” Carl sighed. “What now?”

Vanni glanced between them, a bad feeling rising. She wasn’t sure what was going on but wanted to leave. “Where are my things? I’m leaving.”

Gregory snapped his fingers and the bodyguard who’d let her inside the house stepped into the room. He kept his gaze locked on Vanni. “You’ve met Bruce. I wouldn’t attempt to leave just yet if I were you.”

It was a threat. “You know what? Keep my things. I’m out of here.” She tried to walk around Bruce but he blocked her path. She halted and stepped to the side to get past him but he moved with her. “Get out of the way. You can’t keep me here against my will.” She was scared.

“I can.” Gregory sounded confident. “You and I need to come to an understanding.”

She turned and stared at Carl. “Tell them to let me out of here.”

Carl rounded the desk and took a seat behind it. “We’re not engaged any longer.” He glared at her. “Don’t speak to me or expect me to help you. You fucked that creature. I will never forgive you for humiliating me this way. I’ve lost clients since the news broke. Payback is a bitch and so are you for doing this to me. You deserve whatever happens next.”

You asshole. Vanni faced his father. “Tell your bodyguard to get out of my way.”

“Have a seat.” Gregory pointed to a chair by the fireplace. “We need to discuss what you owe us.”

“No.” She backed away. “I returned your mother’s ring to your son. I don’t have anything else that belongs to your family.”

“You’ve cost us a lot of time and money.” Gregory pointed again. “SIT!”

“You can get your deposits refunded for the reception. They said four weeks’ notice was the cutoff point. I paid attention to that. Send me a bill if they don’t return all of it. I’ll put it on my credit card.”

“I’m not talking about the wedding.” Gregory’s voice rose, his expression angry. “Sit your ass down in that chair.”

She refused. “I know everyone is upset about what has happened but I think we should take a few days to calm down. You especially. I don’t know why you’re so upset. You always hated me. You should be throwing a party to celebrate that the engagement is off.”

“Bruce.” Gregory jerked his head in her direction.

The large man advanced. Vanni tried to get away but found herself trapped in the corner. She tensed when his beefy hands gripped her upper arms and he yanked hard enough to take her almost to her knees. He dragged her over to the chair and dropped her into it.

“Stay there.” He backed up a few feet and opened his jacket, making sure she could see the shoulder holster and gun.

She was mute and terrified. Were they going to kill her? Shoot her? It didn’t make sense. She huddled in the chair, too afraid to do anything else. Gregory strutted to another chair near her and sat, a smug look on his features. He crossed his legs and his expression cleared of all emotion.

“Here is what is going to happen. We’re holding a press conference tomorrow. You’ll read the statement we wrote telling the world you were drugged and raped by that creature in the video with you.”

She opened her mouth to deny it but wasn’t given the chance to speak.

“You’ll stay here tonight as our guest. Mable is out buying you a nice outfit that will make you appear tragic and I expect you to shed lots of tears. Tell her, Bruce.”

The thug cleared his throat. “Sobbing would play out better. We’ll have Mable do her makeup so she looks really pale and add some dark shadows under her eyes to give the impression she isn’t sleeping.”

Gregory smiled. It was ice cold. “Nice. I like that idea. Of course Carl will stand at your side, Travanni. You’ll also wear my mother’s ring as if the engagement is still on. We wouldn’t want anyone to think we would abandon you after such a heinous crime was committed against you. My entire flock of parishioners is going to be very supportive. We’re going to take you into the fold and help you heal.”

“I wasn’t raped.” They’d lost their minds. Maybe it was how they were dealing with the stress. She tried to ease out of the seat slowly. “I’m leaving now.”

Bruce put his hand on the butt of the gun. “Suicide would work too. She couldn’t withstand the trauma of such a highly publicized sexual assault. I can stage it easy and the press will eat it up.”

She sagged in the seat. He was threatening to kill her. She wasn’t stupid. They were nuts. She turned her head and stared at Carl, hoping he at least remained sane. His gaze held hers.

“She still hasn’t put it together.” He shook his head. “So cute but so dumb. It was one of her best traits. Now I see how annoying it can be, Dad. You had her pegged.”

“Put together what?” She glanced between father and son.

“Dad, you deal with her. I’m sickened by this mess.” Carl stood and left the room.

Vanni watched him go and resisted bolting out of the chair. Bruce still touched his gun when she dared glance at him. She’d never make it to the door if he really intended to shoot her. She addressed Gregory. He seemed to be in charge.

“What is going on?”

He blinked. “We know that creature didn’t drug you. Bruce paid the bartender to do it.”

All her muscles seemed to go lax. She just gaped at him.

“Do you know how many hundreds of thousands of dollars I had to pay to get my hands on B-47?”

“What’s that?” She had a horrible suspicion though.

“It’s what was in your drink. They have a long, boring name for it but that’s what the man I bought it from called it. Batch forty-seven. It makes sluts show their true nature.” He glanced up at Bruce. “What was the total we paid out?”

“Almost seven hundred thousand,” the man murmured.

“Nasty business dealing with that man but it’s a war.” Gregory shrugged. “You fucked up our plan by going into that bar. It was supposed to be a woman we hired without any ties to us but she ran late. You sat next to that creature instead. You caused us a hellish day yesterday while we figured out how to make this work to our advantage.”

“It will,” Bruce confirmed.

“We’ll see.” Gregory studied Vanni. “We need a victim. Otherwise we would have just drugged the creature and let witnesses watch him kill her. As tempting as that was, I was afraid the NSO could spin it that he’d had a mental breakdown from the atrocities done to him in the past. They really enjoy playing that feel-sorry-for-us card. This way we’re pitting you against one of them. Fathers, brothers, mothers and sisters are going to side with you after you tell them how you were drugged and raped by that creature. We’ll put you out there every few days with the media and really work the angle of how your life was destroyed by the event. I think it would be a nice touch if you say you caught him slipping a vial into his pocket but didn’t think anything of it until after you realized what he’d done.”

“She could say he explained it as some liquid vitamin he takes and that he bragged about putting it in her drink after she started feeling unwell. That should kill any bullshit they come up with when they deny he drugged her. It implies forethought.” Bruce smiled. “We can spin this any way we want now that we are in control of her. Bleeding hearts will eat it up.”

“I agree.” Gregory gazed at her. “We’ll write your speech and practice it before you’re put in front of the cameras. One of my parishioners is an acting coach. She’ll work with you to get your gestures and facial expressions just right while you read from the cards.”

It wasn’t a nightmare. She was wide awake. “I won’t do it.”

Gregory’s composure evaporated and he grabbed the arms of the chair, his face twisting into a mask of rage. “You will do every damn thing I say or you will tragically be found dead with a suicide note blaming the NSO. That’s not what I want. I need a live victim to parade around in front of the cameras and that’s what you’re going to be if you want to stay alive. I’ve got too much invested in this.”

Bruce reached inside his pocket for gloves then put them on. The sight terrified Vanni. It implied he was about to do something criminal and he didn’t want to leave fingerprints. They were really planning to kill her. She glanced at the door.

Think. “Bullet holes in my back isn’t suicide.”

She launched out of the chair, knocking it over, and ran to the door. The expectation of being shot, of feeling searing pain, drove her into a healthy sprint. Her parting words were the only protection she had, hoping they thought better of shooting her in the back.

The front door loomed and she managed to unlock and yank open the door. She reached inside her pocket, fisting her keys as something hit her shoulder blade. It hurt. She would have screamed but couldn’t. Electricity jolted through her body and she convulsed, hitting the floor hard. It stopped and she lay there panting.

Gregory bent down and chuckled. “Tasers really look painful. Did that hurt as much as it appeared to? She might have some bruises now.”

“We’ll blame them on that creature she fucked. It will look better for the cameras anyway. I might knock her around a bit more if she keeps attempting to run.”

“Let’s try to avoid that since she’s been photographed a few times at her apartment by the press.”

Bruce crouched next to her. She flexed her fingers but they were slow to respond. Her body felt sluggish and everything ached. More pain made her flinch while the guard removed the darts imbedded in her skin. She was pretty sure she was bleeding. It hurt bad enough.

“Fine.”

“I mean it, Bruce. Don’t mess her up. What if a medical examination is required? How are we going to explain what you just did to her?”

“The NSO security carries the same brand. I made sure of that before I bought this one. We can blame it on them.” Bruce rolled her. He dropped the Taser and reached into the inside pocket of his blazer. He withdrew a glass vial, smiled at her and gripped her hand.

Vanni tried to jerk away but she didn’t have the strength. She watched as he pressed her fingers to the sides and lid of the small glass bottle. “What are you doing?”

“Insurance.” When he was done, Bruce pulled a plastic bag out of his other pocket and dropped the vial inside. He waved it at her. “See that small amount of liquid inside? It’s B-47.”

“You’re framing me for the drugging?” She was recovering and tried to scoot on the floor to get away. “You people are nuts and stupid. You can’t blame me too. You’re trying to pin it on the NSO. At least try to make sense.”

Gregory stood and held out his hand. “Give it to me.”

Bruce passed over the plastic bag with their so-called evidence. Gregory smiled at her. “Have you ever heard of New Species laws, Travanni?”

She struggled closer to the door.

“I do my homework on those beasts. They are vicious.” He waved the bag. “Do you want to know what would happen if you were to go against my wishes by doing something really stupid at that press conference tomorrow? I’d have this hand delivered to the NSO gates.”

Bruce straightened and reached down, grabbing her by the front of her shirt. He fisted it and hauled her ruthlessly to her feet. She almost collapsed but he yanked her forward and spun her to face Gregory, his free arm hooking painfully around her waist to keep her against him.

“They are far worse than we are.” Gregory placed the bag inside his pocket. “If I can’t use you to my advantage, I’ll put you at their mercy. They don’t have any. We’ve spent money on private investigators searching for Mercile employees in hopes of getting them to talk in front of the cameras about how brutal New Species really are and the deaths they caused when they were still chained and caged. Do you want to know what we found? Nothing. They just disappeared off the face of the Earth to never be seen again. I think the reason the NSO doesn’t allow helicopters to fly over their Homeland or Reservation is because we’d see the graveyards where they bury their victims.”

Vanni struggled against Bruce but it only hurt when he squeezed. She stopped. It was pointless. He was a brute and too strong.

“They aren’t kind or friendly. They are just good actors.” Gregory tapped his pocket, as if she needed a reminder of what was inside. “The only way you’re going to survive is to be more useful to me alive than dead. Do you understand? They’ll kill you if I send them the vial.”

Gregory paused, seemingly distracted as he watched Bruce subdue her. It was obvious he enjoyed her distress. The vile creature refocused and continued his threat, “Bruce will also have the bartender swear he saw you dump something in that beast’s drink. They’ll have all the evidence they need to believe you’re guilty. I’ll be the hero who discovered you used us to get close to them at that conference. They won’t believe I was behind it since I’ll just say I realized you were using my church. Do you see where I’m going with this? I win, no matter what. Screw me over and you’ll pay for it. I need a victim, Travanni.” He grinned at her. “Do you feel like a victim?”

She refused to respond.

He looked at Bruce. “Escort our guest to one of the rooms. I would never accuse her of being overly bright so perhaps she needs time to realize that we own her.”

Bruce lifted her and spun toward the stairs. She clawed at his arms and he cursed. One hand gripped her throat and he leaned down enough to put his lips against her ear.

“You don’t want to piss me off, little girl. My plan was to find you after you fucked that creature, beat you to a pulp and leave your destroyed body in that alley. They would have gotten the blame once that video was sent out. Gregory thinks you’re more useful as our press whore. Push me. Please. I had my heart set on making you into a punching bag.” He chuckled. “I love hearing screams.”

She stilled in his arms.

He chuckled and continued up the stairs. It was uncomfortable but she didn’t dare complain. Bruce was a sadistic bastard who terrified her and was probably a serial killer.

He carried her up to the third floor. It wasn’t a place she’d explored on her only visit. A guard waited up there and nodded at Bruce as he opened the door. The guy didn’t even glance her way or meet her frantic gaze. There was no hope that he’d help her. Bruce stepped inside the room and dropped her hard onto her feet. The parting push was just for meanness.

She stumbled and turned. Bruce grinned. “The walls have been soundproofed. Gregory brings prostitutes here and doesn’t want anyone to hear that he enjoys a little kink with his sex.”

She wasn’t surprised at anything Gregory Woods was capable of anymore. She’d thought he was kind of prudish but he was just evil.

“He was afraid reporters would breach the grounds so the windows have been sealed off. There is no escape. I’ll be posted at the door. You try anything and I’ll hang you from that ugly chandelier.” He fisted his hands and weaved around as if he were boxing. He stopped and smoothed down his jacket. “Understand? Nobody is going to care how bad I hurt you as long as whatever outfit Mable picks hides the bruises.”

He backed out and left Vanni staring after him. She finally jerked out of her horrified stupor and took a good look at the room. Other than a massive bed it was empty. The windows were closed off. He hadn’t lied about that. Thick boards had been nailed over them. She inspected them and knew no amount of prying was going to unseal them.

She glanced at the bed and shuddered. No way was she going near the place where Gregory had sex with his paid women, especially if it involved violence. She sat on the floor instead and hoped that Beth would call the police when she got home after her outing with her sister.

Beth is going to know something is wrong. She had to have faith in that. She’ll call the police and they’ll come here looking for me. I just have to keep it together until then.

Chapter Eight

Smiley had never had an issue with being called to Justice North’s office but a sense of dread clung to him. He entered and took a seat without being asked. Justice, Fury and Bestial were already present.

“What has happened now?” He glanced at all three males. “I know it isn’t good.”

“No.” Justice cleared his throat. “It’s not.”

“Is Vanni well?” Smiley couldn’t shake the fear that the drug may have harmed her.

Fury leaned forward and braced his elbows on his knees. “The Woods Church is holding a press conference this morning. Pastor Woods is accusing you of drugging and raping his son’s fiancé. He’s saying it happened in the human world so you should face human laws. He wants you charged and prosecuted in the human courts.”

Smiley hadn’t seen that coming. “I didn’t do it.”

“We know,” Bestial growled.

“We need to find Vanni and have her tell them we were both drugged.” Smiley stood. “She knows I wasn’t responsible.”

Justice stood. “She’s holding the press conference with them. I understand that you wished to believe she was innocent but it’s become clear she did drug you. They set you up and she was part of it.”

Jericho entered and paused by the door. “I’m sorry.”

Smiley turned his head and glared at him.

“You need to admit you were wrong about that female.” Sadness flashed in his red-hued eyes as Jericho took a deep breath and expelled it. “I was hopeful for you but she’s accusing you of a forced breeding. She plans to stand in front of cameras and tell them you drugged and harmed her.”

“There is good news,” Justice stated. “The video clip doesn’t support that. She was clearly the sexual aggressor.”

“They’ll use the drug to blame her behavior.” Fury sighed and shook his head. “This is a mess. Tim wants to send a team to grab her before the news conference.”

“I told him no. It will only make us appear as if we have something to hide.” Justice came around the desk and stopped in front of Smiley. “Regardless of how this plays out, you are safe. They don’t have the right to come here to demand we deliver you to their authorities. We will fight this and prove it was them. It just might take time.”

“Why would anyone believe I would need to drug a female to share sex?” Smiley’s temper flared.

“The Woods Church has always stated we must drug or pay females to make them agree to be mounted by us.” Jericho snorted. “Tell the news cameras to pan our gates and get shots of the females who show up here with signs asking us to take them as mates.”

“Not the best strategy.” Justice smiled though. “Some of them are fresh out of prison or believe they’d find sanctuary here from whatever crimes they are about to face. I read the background checks on the regulars. We have our public relations people on this.”

“It would be better if our research on Ms. Abris had found something useful,” Fury said. “She’s clean.”

“You investigated Vanni’s life?” Smiley took a seat. “What did you discover?”

“She has two siblings. One is mated with two children and one is a New York police officer with a mate and one child. Her mother was a full-time housewife, while her father is retired. None of them have criminal records. Travanni was a good student, never in trouble and everyone interviewed had positive things to say about her. She works as an executive secretary in the same building as her fiancé. They met last year, dated and became engaged.” Justice paused. “She pays her taxes, owes only a few thousand dollars in debt on credit cards and most of her charges were for her upcoming wedding. We found nothing in the statements that indicated any illegal activity.”

“Those are some of the things she told me. She didn’t lie.” Smiley frowned. “Wouldn’t she have made up a false background if she wished to fool me?”

“Did she tell you she came with the Woods Church?” Bestial cocked an eyebrow.

“No. She said it was a vacation.” The silence in the room agitated Smiley. “You’re sure she’s going to say I drugged her and was to blame?”

“It’s standard procedure for news outlets to contact us when someone is holding a press conference regarding anything to do with the NSO. They want a statement in advance. We were contacted by at least six major networks half an hour ago.” Justice held his gaze. “I’m sorry, Smiley. You have to remember that you were just the unlucky Species she chose. It could have been any of us at the hotel.”

“Perhaps she suffered memory loss.” Jericho stepped closer to Smiley.

He knew his friend was trying to be kind. “They planned this. The actual details after the drug is given might be blurred but not the events leading up to it.” Smiley noticed a dull ache in his chest but he ignored it. As much as he had wanted to believe Vanni, he had to face facts. Anger came next. “What do we do?”

“Prove they were somehow behind this.” Justice’s relaxed demeanor disappeared. “That’s what I’m having Tim work on. I sent him to Fuller Prison to interview everyone we have from Drackwood. That’s where they had to have gotten the drug. We just need to prove it.”

“Otherwise,” Fury growled, “they’ll say it was a Species drug that only Species had access to.”

“Is there any way I could speak to Vanni?” It was a long shot but Smiley hoped if anyone could change her mind, it might be him. She’d seemed goodhearted. “I could call her and perhaps she’ll reconsider.”

“We don’t know where to reach her until she arrives at the Woods Church to make her statement.” Fury held his gaze. “It will be too late by then.”

“I thought we had males watching her. Couldn’t you have one of them take her a phone? Just ask her to speak to me?”

“They lost her. She was evading the press camped outside her apartment and managed to slip by all of them when her roommate took out the trash. They were focused on her. The only reason we know she’s no longer at home is because her roommate attempted to file a missing person’s report with the police last night and then in frustration walked outside to tell the reporters Travanni had gone to visit her fiancé but hadn’t returned home.”

Smiley tensed. “What?”

“She must have decided to stay with him overnight. She hasn’t returned. Her roommate talked to reporters again two hours ago asking them to help her locate Travanni.” Justice shrugged.

The bad feeling returned. “Her roommate is asking for help to find her? Something is off.”

“That’s what her roommate stated to the reporters. She is worried Carl Woods may have harmed Travanni,” Bestial stated. “She is obviously well enough to hold a press conference though. We have no idea what is going on with her.”

Smiley made a decision. “I want access to the team outside Vanni’s apartment. I need to speak to them.”

“It’s not a good idea.” Justice shook his head. “It’s best if we let our public relations people and the lawyers deal with this. I’ll listen to the Woods Church press conference and address it after I have a meeting with our people. We might need you there.”

“Contact me if you do.” Smiley left the office and didn’t need to turn to know Jericho followed. He stopped walking when they exited the building, spun and glared. “Why are you shadowing me?”

“What are you going to do?” Jericho sounded suspicious.

“Wait for Justice to call me.”

“Bullshit. I know you too well. What is your plan?”

“I want to talk to her roommate.”

“That’s a bad idea.”

Smiley didn’t care. His resolve must have shown in his expression.

Jericho reached into his back pocket and withdrew a folded sheet of paper and then a cell phone. “Her name is Elisabeth and this is her number. This is a blocked phone. I knew you’d be irrational but I’d want to do the same if I were you. Take them before I change my mind. Just remember anything you say could be used against us. She might be involved.”

“Why would she worry Carl Woods would harm Vanni? That implies he’s a danger to her, not us.”

“I had that same question. That’s why I copied the number from her background file and took one of our untraceable cell phones. The task force teams use them. This number is for the apartment and I called in a favor. One of the team members is going to text me if she leaves. She’s still home.”

Smiley moved behind the building, out of sight, and glanced around to make sure he was alone. Jericho waited at the corner, seemingly ready to intercept anyone who came that way. Smiley opened the paper and dialed the number. It rang four times before a machine with a computerized voice picked up.

“Elisabeth, my name is Smiley. I’m—”

The phone was immediately picked up. “I know who you are.” She had a pleasant voice but it sounded stressed.

“I heard you were worried about Vanni. What happened?”

“Can you help me?”

“Possibly. Why do you believe she’s in harm’s way?”

“She left yesterday to get her belongings. Carl wouldn’t give back the stuff she left at the hotel unless she returned his engagement ring in person. She never came home but she would have if he hadn’t done something to her. The police said they couldn’t look for her until she’s missing for seventy-two hours. I know something is really wrong. Now the police told me she’s talking to reporters with Carl later today, implying she’s fine and to stop bugging them.”

“I’m aware.”

“That’s bullshit! She wouldn’t talk to the press. Hell, we’ve been hiding in our apartment to avoid them. They even offered her money to talk and she refused. Nobody believes me when I tell them I think Carl has done something to her.” She sounded as if she were crying. “The police won’t do shit.”

“Do you know where she went?”

“To his father’s vacation house but I called there. The staff said she showed up but left with Carl in a limo. I’ve called but he won’t answer his cell. I even contacted his secretary but she told me she hasn’t heard from him directly but learned that he’d passed his upcoming cases to an associate. He told them it was because he needed to support his fiancé at this time.” She took a gasping breath. “Only she isn’t going to marry him.”

Smiley leaned against the building. “Are you sure? Perhaps he still wanted to marry her.”

“Bullshit! Vanni never loved him. I know my girl. He was nice to her and she’d dated a dickhead before him so boring seemed safe. She was almost relieved it was over. Sure, she felt guilty about what happened with you but not enough to go back to him or talk to reporters about anything. You have to trust me. I know her.”

“What do you want me to do?”

“Find her. She’s kind of naïve about men. Carl was just too calm and reserved. That never bodes well to me. Something isn’t right with that jerk. I’d bet my last dollar he made her leave with him and is forcing her to talk to the reporters. She hasn’t called me. That alone is making me freak the hell out. We’re best friends. We tell each other everything.”

Smiley closed his eyes, trying to take in all the information.

“Including that she really likes you,” she added.

That snapped his eyes open. “What?”

“The only reason Carl would want her to talk to the reporters is to say something bad about New Species. I think he’s so far up his father’s ass it isn’t funny, regardless of what he swore to Vanni. He kept assuring her he wasn’t part of that church but he always does what his dad asks. I mean, he stopped sleeping with Vanni because his dad thought it would look bad for his son to have sex before the wedding. He said it was for his career but I call bullshit. He’s a lawyer, not running for mayor. Nobody cares if he’s sleeping with a woman or not. He’s a grown man, for god’s sake. His father says jump and Carl asks him how high. It’s like he’s a ventriloquist doll for his daddy.”

“What is that?”

“It’s a creepy doll that someone sets on their lap and they pretend to speak for the doll. Freaky stuff but that’s the kind of the relationship I suspect Carl has with his father. Is that plain enough? Anyone with a brain would put a few barriers between their career and that church if they didn’t want to offend some clients but I think Carl is totally onboard with them.”

He understood. “I’ll do what I can to find her, Elisabeth.”

“Call me Beth and thank you. Your number didn’t show up on the caller ID. How can I get hold of you? I was afraid to call the NSO because Vanni said you guys thought she might have drugged you. That’s the stupidest thing I ever heard, by the way. She woke up in the SUV and heard those guards talking about arresting her. It’s bullshit.” Her anger rose with her voice.

“They were discussing having her arrested?” He felt some anger too. “That’s why she escaped?”

“Yeah! Duh. She was afraid of being arrested for something she didn’t do.”

“I’ll call you.” He hung up and strode to Jericho. “We need to find Vanni. Her friend believes she’s being forced to talk to the reporters.”

“Shit.” Jericho studied him. “Are you sure that’s not what you wanted to hear?”

“Her best friend is certain. You know me. Wouldn’t you be alarmed if I acted contrary to myself all of a sudden?”

Jericho blew out a deep breath. “You have changed, Smiley. It’s just that I know why. It’s the female.”

“She’s in trouble. I told Beth I’d look for Vanni. Are you going to help me or not?”

“We need to go talk to Justice.”

“Let’s do that.”

* * * * *

Vanni clenched her fists and glared at Mable. The older woman returned the hostile look. The acting coach was a woman who should have been a drill sergeant instead. She issued orders with the same ruthless tone she’d seen in movies.

“Shoulders slouched, Travanni. You want to look beaten down and depressed. You were raped.”

“I wasn’t.” She turned her anger on Gilda. “How many times do I have to say it? This isn’t a production of some play. This is bullshit. Did you see the guard you passed at the door? I’m being held against my will. Do you want to do something useful? Help me escape.”

Gilda frowned. “I don’t think we used enough shadowing under her eyes.”

Vanni wanted to scream.

“I’ll get my makeup bag.” Mable marched into the half bath in the corner of the room.

“Don’t you have any morals at all?”

Gilda shook her head. “This is a war.”

“I’ve heard that before. With who?”

“We’re fighting for our future. Those things are going to take over the world and make us their pets.”

“Did you take your meds today?” Vanni doubted it.

“I don’t take meds.”

“Then go see a doctor. You need them. You’re delusional and paranoid!”

“Shut up,” Mable snapped, returning from the bathroom. “I never liked you.”

“It’s mutual.” Vanni jerked away when the older woman attempted to dot more makeup under her eyes. “Stop that.”

“Do we need to call Bruce in here?” Mable had made that threat a few times. “He said he would hold you down if you gave us any trouble.”

“He’s insane too.”

“Did you ever think the one with mental issues might be you?” Mable tried again to put the makeup on Vanni.

She backed away. “Me? You’re the one who joined a cult.”

“Shame on you,” Mable hissed. “Pastor Woods is a prophet. He knows what the future will bring. Those creatures are going to figure out how to multiply and create more of them. They’ll lure idiots like you into birthing their spawn. Mark Pastor Woods’ words, that day is coming. There will be more of them than us. Let history be a lesson. Look at what the white man did to the Indians. They’ll spread out and we’ll be the ones living on reservations.”

“Wow.” Vanni hadn’t heard that one before. “Just wow.”

Gilda nodded. “We’re saving our race from extinction.”

“Are they going to make us pets or kill us? I’m kind of confused,” Vanni muttered sarcastically. “Which is it?”

“It’s what will happen.” Gilda nodded vigorously. “First we’ll be turned into livestock to breed their evil spawn and then they’ll slaughter us after they’ve built up an army of them.”

“I hate to point this out but um, wouldn’t that make their children more human than New Species? I mean, try to be rational. They look mostly human already.”

“Pastor Woods said otherwise.” Mable glared at Vanni again. “He’s the smartest man I’ve ever met. Mark his words, they are going to be the destruction of mankind if we don’t send them back where they came from.”

“Mercile Industries doesn’t exist anymore. The company was shut down.” Vanni wasn’t sure why she was trying to talk logically with two idiots but it beat crying again.

“Then a new lab can contain them,” Gilda snapped. “Or they could be put down if zoos don’t want them.”

“They aren’t creatures. They are people.”

Mable huffed, shooting a disgusted look at Gilda. “Stop wasting your breath on this one. She’s not listening. I told Carl she wasn’t good enough for him. Miss Slut here had to go and chase after one of those creatures.”

Gilda shuddered. “That’s so sad. I pity her. Don’t you? It must have been horrible.”

Vanni ground her teeth but her anger wouldn’t be contained. “Feel pity for yourselves. You’re the ones with loose morals and you’re stupid. I don’t even want to count the laws you’re breaking by helping Gregory keep me prisoner. I’d stop worrying about what the New Species plan to do and instead start figuring out how much jail time you’re facing.”

Gilda frowned. “What are you talking about?”

“You’re not getting away with this,” Vanni promised.

“Ignore her. Pastor Woods said he’s taken care of it. She won’t dare do anything but exactly what he wants.” Her gaze locked with Vanni’s. “I’m calling Bruce. Do you need a reminder?”

“Fuck you, Mable.”

“Bruce!” the bitch yelled.

The door opened and the guard stepped out of the way. Bruce entered the room. He wore a dark suit and a pissed-off look. “Is she giving you trouble?”

“She’s making threats of jail.”

He opened his jacket and showed off his gun. “It would be the last thing she does.”

“What are you going to do? Shoot me at the press conference?” Vanni’d had enough. “You can’t make me stand up there and lie. I won’t do it.”

“You will.” He allowed his jacket to close and withdrew his cell phone. A few taps of his screen and he turned it toward her. Even from five feet away she could make out the photo. It was Beth taking out the trash. Bruce grinned. “You don’t care about your life? This was sent to me by one of my men. He’s going to drive over there again when the press conference starts. You say anything besides what is on the cards put in front of you or fail to make it look convincing, he’s going to shoot your bitch of a friend.”

Vanni’s knees weakened but she kept upright.

“I also will have that package delivered to the NSO that we talked about. Do you want to know what that means? We’ll want you dead. They will want you dead. You won’t have anywhere to hide and one of us will take you out.”

“I hate you.” She said the words softly but meant every one.

He backed out of the room and the guard closed it. Mable beamed. “I knew he’d shut that foul mouth of yours. Now stand still and let me fix your makeup.”

Vanni froze, allowing it. Beth was in danger. It was bad enough that they were threatening her life. That was something she was willing to risk but not Beth’s. She had to get away before that press conference started and warn her to get out of the apartment.

But how?

Chapter Nine

“It’s time to go,” Mable announced.

“I’m going to be sick.” Vanni ran into the bathroom and slammed the door. She didn’t rush for the toilet though, but instead grabbed Mable’s cosmetics bag. There wasn’t much in it she could use but she spotted a small travel-sized hairspray. She shoved it down the front of her shirt into the gap between her breasts, securing it along the center.

She flushed the toilet, hoping it would mask the sound as she shuffled around the contents of the bag, searching frantically for the eyeliner pencil. It was at the bottom. She tugged it out and hid it inside her underwear, hoping it wouldn’t fall out, then returned the small bag to the counter. She ran water in the sink and opened the door.

Both Mable and Gilda stood there staring at her.

“False alarm. Gas.”

“Disgusting,” Mable hissed.

“I haven’t eaten. No one bothered to feed me last night or this morning. That’s probably a good thing or I would be throwing up my guts. You people make me sick.” She moved away from the door and crossed the room, hugging her waist, hoping it would help keep the eyeliner in place. She pressed her fingertips against it.

The door opened. Bruce and the other guard entered. “Let’s move. We don’t want to be late.”

Vanni meekly walked forward. She didn’t want to give either man a reason to touch her. They might feel her two stolen items. Bruce took the lead with the guard close on her heels as they went down two flights of stairs and out the front door to a waiting limousine. Bruce opened the passenger door.

“Get in.”

Vanni didn’t have a plan but she hoped she could get her hands on Bruce’s gun and maybe hold Gregory hostage. All she’d need to do then was take his phone and call Beth. Her next call would be to 9-1-1. The cops could take the gun away after they arrived and she’d explained why she had pointed it at the jerk’s head.

Gregory wasn’t inside the limousine. It was empty and her desperate escape plan was destroyed. She climbed in and moved toward the bar, wanting to be far away from the big man who climbed in after her. Bruce sat in the center of the bench seat between the two doors. She looked out the window, watching the other guard enter the driver’s side. Privacy glass blocked the front compartment from the back. It was possible Gregory was in the passenger seat.

“We’ll be there in twenty minutes.”

“Great.” She hoped Bruce recognized sarcasm.

“Do you want to go over the cards one more time? I have a copy of them in my pocket.”

“No. Gilda covered it fine. I can read them.”

He grunted but didn’t reach for his seatbelt when the engine started. She didn’t either. She had twenty minutes to escape the limousine and find a phone. Vanni tried to appear relaxed as she sat back, casting sidelong glances at anything she could use for a weapon. The small plastic bottle wedged between her breasts seemed her best option. She could blind him if she flung the contents in his eyes but he was a big man. He sat between the only two exits. She’d have to get past him to get out one of those doors.

“Nervous? Just read the damn cards and act the way you were told.”

She held his stare.

“We’ll enter from the side of the church and go directly to the front where the press will be set up. Gregory and Carl are already there. Carl is going to take your arm and hold your hand. Allow it or so help me, I’ll break your damn fingers one at a time. You’re still a couple and you will pretend to be grateful that he’s standing by your side during this difficult time.”

Vanni clenched her teeth.

“Get that damn look off your face.”

She lowered her gaze and turned her head away. The small bar contained a few glass bottles, drinking glasses and bottled water. Her attention lingered on the dark bottle of alcohol. “May I have a drink?”

“Fuck no. The last thing we need is for you to be drunk.”

“I meant the water.” She pointed.

“No.”

“Fine. My throat is dry. I’m sure that will sound great when I’m trying to read those cards and clearing my throat two dozen times.”

“Drink the damn water. Just don’t spill it on your outfit.”

She glanced down at the button-up white top. The neckline rose to her throat and it had long sleeves to her wrists. The black shapeless skirt fell almost to her ankles. It reminded her of something a schoolteacher from the early nineteen hundreds would have worn. “God forbid. Does your grandma want it returned to her?”

“Shut the fuck up.”

She faked a cough, turned in the seat and stealthily removed the hairspray. She twisted the cap to loosen it and wedged the small bottle between the seats to make sure it was hidden. The belt buckle for the seatbelt stuck out and she hoped it blocked his view when she leaned forward toward the bar.

“Water,” he reminded her.

“I heard,” she muttered.

She took a bottled water and twisted the lid. It wasn’t a lie that her throat was dry. She took a couple of sips, glancing out the windows. They’d left Gregory’s property and were driving through a neighborhood of upscale homes. In less than a block they’d hit a bunch of shops and restaurants. The freeway would be after that. It was soon or never. She took another sip, sat back and dug down the side of her skirt since her hip faced away from him. She removed the eyeliner and used her thumb to flip off the plastic cap.

The limousine made a turn and she spotted the first shops. They lined the streets close together and would continue for two blocks to the onramp to the freeway. Traffic slowed the car to a crawl. She watched Bruce from the corner of her eye. He appeared relaxed. She glanced at her water and just let it go. The plastic bottle hit the floor and water poured out.

“Whoops.”

“Son of a bitch!” he yelled. “Grab it.”

She refused. “You.”

He lurched forward and almost fell out of the seat. She twisted the lid off the hairspray. The back of his neck was exposed as he picked up the plastic bottle, cursing about the water all over the carpet in the expensive limousine. She fisted the eyeliner pencil with her right hand and grabbed the hairspray in her left.

Fear and anger drove her to stab him with the pencil. Part of it dug into his skin before it broke. He roared out in pain and grabbed at his injured neck, falling all the way out of his seat. He turned his head, pure rage twisting his features. She shoved the hairspray at him and frantically dumped all of it. The liquid poured over his eyes and he tried to jerk away, squeezing them shut.

“You fucking bitch! I’m going to kill you.” He blindly fumbled at his suit with one hand, while wiping his eyes with the other.

Vanni stood, bent and grabbed one of the almost-full glass bottles of booze. The fact that Bruce had nearly tugged his gun out of the holster motivated her to swing the glass as hard as she could. It smashed over his head. He grunted and the loud sound of the gun going off at close range almost deafened her.

He slumped and the driver applied the brakes. She stared down at the motionless man, shocked. Blood spread along his thigh where the bullet had embedded. He’d shot himself. Horns honked and she looked out the windows. They were holding up traffic. The limo driver suddenly punched the gas, almost knocking Vanni on top of Bruce, who was sprawled at her feet.

She managed to use the bar in front of her and the ceiling to keep upright. The driver seemed to be looking for a place to park as the limo slowed. Vanni dropped to her knees, landing on Bruce’s hand. She dug into his jacket, avoiding the gun. She found the cell phone he’d used to torment her about Beth. As an afterthought, she bent a little over him and dug his wallet out of his pocket. She crawled to the door.

The second the limousine stopped, she shoved the door open, happy it wasn’t locked. She stumbled out and was almost hit by a car. The driver honked his horn as he slammed on the brakes, screaming obscenities.

She ran toward the sidewalk in the opposite direction of the limo so the driver couldn’t rush after her. He might throw it in reverse to give chase but he’d hit the man she’d just pissed since his car was in the way.

People stared as she ran. She turned her head when more horns blared. The limo driver was out of the car and she heard yelling. She faced forward, barely managed to avoid slamming into a pedestrian, and turned into one of the alleys between the buildings. She kept going until she glimpsed a dumpster.

It was a good place to hide so she got behind it. She was out of breath from her mad dash and leaned against the brick wall as she studied the cell phone. Please don’t be password protected! She tapped the button and the screen lit up. She hit the phone icon and the Woods Church number displayed. She tapped again for the keypad and it opened. Her finger trembled while she dialed home.

It rang four times until the machine picked up. God, please be home! It played the automated message and beeped.

“Beth! Pick up the phone. Now, damn it.”

“Vanni?”

She’d never been so relieved to hear her friend’s voice. “Listen to me. You’re in danger. Gregory has a man on his way to our apartment. He’s going to kill you. Dial 9-1-1 and wait for the police. Get out when they get there!”

“What?”

“We don’t have time for this shit. Grab your cell and dial 9-1-1. Do it!”

“Okay. What is going on?”

“They kept me locked up. They are going to kill you. I escaped so that man is going to go after you. When the cops get there, you go stay with that guy who loves Elvis. Don’t say his name. You know who I mean.”

“Are you okay? Hang on while I call.” As she waited she heard Beth’s call to 9-1-1. “Yes. I have an emergency. I think someone is breaking into my apartment.” Beth rattled off the address. “I’m here alone. Send someone fast. He might have a gun.”

Vanni pulled her ear away from the phone, listening for any sound of the driver or Bruce. The alley was quiet, the only noise coming from the traffic down the street.

“Vanni? Vanni?”

“I’m here. Are the police on their way?”

“Yeah. What happened? Are you okay? Did they hurt you?”

“We don’t have time to talk. I have to go. They are probably looking for me. I’m okay so far though. Dump your phone and go to Elvis. I remember his address. Don’t trust anyone and tell my parents to get in the RV. They need to get out of town. I never took Carl to the cabin. He hates the outdoors. I don’t know if Gregory plans to go after them next.”

“Are you serious?”

“They are nuts. You have no idea.”

“I can guess. I told you something was seriously wrong with that family. I’ll meet you at Elvis’ place. How long until you can get there?”

“I can’t. I’m too far away.” Vanni peeked out from behind the dumpster. She didn’t see anyone coming down the alley. Yet.

“Tell me where you are and I’ll come get you.”

“It’s too dangerous.”

“Bullshit,” Beth spat. “Where are you?”

“I’ve got a killer hunting for me if that bullet to his thigh didn’t cripple him.”

“You shot someone?”

“I don’t have time to explain. Grab your shit and don’t open that door until the cops arrive. Get out of there and leave your phone so they can’t find you. Ditch your car after you get a few blocks away and have Elvis pick you up. I’m probably being paranoid but they have money. Don’t use your cards. No trace, okay?”

“What are you going to do?”

“I don’t know. I haven’t thought that far ahead. I can call the police and tell them everything.”

“Go to Smiley. The police wouldn’t even take a report when I told them something was wrong. You need protection and Homeland is somewhere no one can get to you.”

“He thinks I drugged him.”

“He doesn’t. We talked.”

“What?”

“You didn’t tell me he’s got such a sexy voice. He—”

“Fucking bitch!” Bruce yelled. “Do you see her?”

“No!” another man shouted. “I think she disappeared somewhere in this area though.”

“I gotta go. I’ll call you when it’s safe.” Vanni hung up and made sure the ringer was off on the phone while she crouched behind the dumpster. It would be her luck that Beth called her back if Bruce’s number showed on the caller ID. She shoved it between her thighs and stomach to muffle it if it vibrated.

Heavy breathing grew louder. “I’m going to kill that bitch.” Bruce was close.

“You’re bleeding.”

“My tie slowed it down.”

“She’ll go to the police if we don’t find that cunt.”

“Gregory has that covered. Dr. Barns is going to say she suffered an emotional break after her rape. He’ll go in after her and take charge. She won’t be going to a hospital though. I’ll drop her off at the morgue myself. Do you know what it’s going to cost us if we have to get her that way?” He seemed to be breathing hard and sounded as if he were right on the other side of the dumpster.

Vanni closed her eyes, slowed her breathing and hoped he didn’t find her.

“Maybe she ran down that other alley. I’d keep booking it if I were her.”

“Go left. I’ll go right. The bitch stole my phone and wallet.”

“Can you track it?”

“Yeah. I just need a laptop to log in to my phone account.”

“There’s a laptop in the limo under the passenger seat. I play online games while I’m waiting to drive Gregory.”

“I’ll go use it. You check the alley. Give it four minutes and then get your ass back to the limo. We’ll track her that way.”

They separated because she heard the driver run farther down the alley and Bruce’s footsteps faded as he headed back toward the limo. Vanni opened her eyes and looked down at the phone. She needed to ditch it. She figured she had about three minutes before Bruce reached that laptop. It would take time for the computer to load and for him to log into the tracking system. She had maybe five minutes tops.

She peeked out and moved once she was sure they weren’t within sight. She went to the street, peered around the corner and saw Bruce about sixty feet away. A group of tourists passed and she moved ahead of them so they’d hide her if he looked back. She ducked into a coffee shop two stores down.

The waiting customer line was long so she entered their unisex bathroom and locked the door. Her hands shook as she stared at the phone. Gregory had a doctor on his payroll. Could they really just send him into a police station to say she was nuts and take her way? It wasn’t a risk she was willing to take.

She dialed and got information. “New Species Homeland.” She pushed the button to connect the number directly. It rang twice and a pleasant male voice answered.

“Homeland. How may I help you?”

“I don’t have a lot of time. I’m being tracked. My name is Travanni Abris. I’m the one in the video on TV. I’m in trouble. I need to talk to Smiley. Gregory Woods is trying to make me give an interview to the press to tell lies about him and New Species.”

“Right. Sure you are. Look, you can’t talk to him and you’re the fiftieth Travanni that has called in the past half an hour alone.”

She leaned against the locked door. “Brass was with Smiley. Brass is a big guy, scary, and wears his hair in a ponytail. The medics were Shane and Ned. I escaped from them at a truck stop. I’m really Travanni Abris and I’m in trouble. Gregory Woods kept me prisoner at his vacation home. I just escaped from two of his guards and they are searching for me. I stole a cell phone they are tracing right now. I have to dump it or they’re going to find me.”

The man’s voice deepened. “Where are you?”

She rattled off the address and the name of the coffee shop. “I’m hiding in the bathroom. I can’t stay here.” She bit her lip. “Can you help me?”

“We’ll send a team. Stay in the bathroom.”

“They could come in here and take me.”

“Do you know a nearby safe location?”

She didn’t know the town well but she’d seen a park on the other side of the shopping center when she’d driven through it. It had been memorable because of the large statues. “There’s a park. I can hide there, maybe.”

“We’ll send a team. They can be to you within twenty-five minutes.”

“Okay. I have to ditch this phone.”

She hung up and flipped it over but she couldn’t find a place to remove the battery. She entered the stall and dropped it in the toilet. It sank into the water.

Bruce had fifty-seven dollars in his wallet. She memorized his full name and where he lived. The cash went into her pocket and she dropped the wallet into the trashcan. She took a moment to dump paper towels over the top to hide it from sight.

It was terrifying to unlock the door and step out of the bathroom but she was more afraid to stay put in case the signal from the phone was still active. It would lead them right to her. The customer line was still long as she eased out of the room and glanced through the big windows at the street. Bruce and the driver weren’t within sight so she approached the door, looking for them. Only strangers passed as she exited.

She turned and walked quickly, trying to stay with groups. She wished she could change her clothes but all the clothing shops looked expensive. Fifty-seven dollars wasn’t going to get her an outfit.

She passed a T-shirt shop, paused, glanced at a sale sticker and entered. The friendly teen grinned. “Hi! Is there anything I can help you with?”

“Just browsing.”

She quickly assessed the racks and grabbed a baggy black T-shirt. It was on sale and she didn’t even take the time to look at what was printed on the front. She moved to the back of the store where they had men’s cotton shorts. She grabbed a medium that was marked down to ten bucks and strode to the counter. They had cheap flip-flops and caps. She snagged black ones, dropping everything on the counter.

The girl rang her up. Vanni winced, handing over most of the cash. “Do you mind if I change here? I’m running late for a workout session with my personal trainer. I can’t exercise in this.”

“Did you go to a funeral?” The girl gave her a sympathetic look.

Vanni looked down at the horrible shirt and skirt. “Yes.”

“I’m sorry. I lost my uncle last year. Who did you lose?”

She picked up her purchases. “Someone I barely knew.” That was partially true. She’d been wrong about Carl and he might as well be dead to her.

“There’s a bathroom right there.”

The skirt and shirt went into the trashcan and she put on the loose, ill-fitting clothes. Her hair was already up so she just pulled the cap over it, hoping it would help her blend. The heels followed the discarded outfit into the trash. She stepped into the flip-flops and exited the bathroom.

“Thanks!”

She didn’t wait for the girl to respond or comment if she noticed Vanni wasn’t carrying her things out with her. She checked the sidewalk, didn’t see the limo, Bruce or the driver. She tucked her chin, kept her head down and blended in with the crowds traveling in the direction of the park.

* * * * *

Smiley had been in Justice’s office arguing his case to search for Vanni when Flirt rushed in.

“Travanni Abris just called our main line.” He held a phone. “I downloaded the recording.” He hit play. Everyone listened to the exchange.

“We have to get her.” Smiley wanted to rush out the door and go to the helipad immediately. That was the fastest way to reach her. “Call the pilot to start the helicopter.”

Flirt glanced at him. “Already done.”

Justice frowned. “It could be a trap.”

“You heard the fear in her voice,” Smiley snarled. “Let’s get her. They held her against her will. It was just as her friend said. She is in trouble.”

Fury stood. “I’ll go.”

“No, I will.” Justice rose from his seat and opened his top drawer, withdrawing a holster and gun. “She briefly met me at the hotel. I want her to see a familiar face. You heard what Smiley had to say about what she may have overheard in the SUV on her way to Homeland. She might believe we have sent a team to arrest her if we just send them to her location. I don’t want her to run if she really is in trouble.”

“It’s too dangerous,” Fury protested. “I’ll go with the team. It might calm her just seeing a Species face.”

“I’m going.” Smiley surged forward.

Fury leveled him with a cold stare. “No. It could be a trap to lure you there. You going after her would make you appear guilty of their charges. They’ll say you arrived to prevent her from speaking to the press.”

“That’s another reason I’m going. I’ll handle the press if they are lying in wait to see if we show.” Justice clipped on the holster and yanked his jacket off the back of the chair. He stared at Flirt. “I assume you asked for a team to assemble at the helicopter?”

“Yes. I wanted them on standby in case you decided to pick up the female.”

“At least allow me to ride in the helicopter. I won’t get out.” Smiley needed to be there. Fury and Justice worried it was a trap but he didn’t believe that. She’d sounded so frightened in the recording.

“No.” Justice approached him and gripped his shoulder. “You’re too emotional and that’s the last thing we need. We’ll bring her here safely if her story checks out. You can see her then.”

He wanted to protest but Justice spoke again before he could.

“We can argue or I could go to that helicopter, getting it in the air faster to reach her. Which is it going to be?”

“Go,” Smiley ground out.

Justice and Flirt strode out of the office and Fury sighed.

“I hope it’s not a trap.”

“She’s in trouble.” Smiley was certain.

Fury’s gaze held his. “I hope so for all of our sakes. I don’t know the female but I really detest the Woods Church. Do you wish to go to Security with me? We’ll monitor the situation from there. The team will stay in constant contact with us.”

“Yes.” Smiley at least wanted a minute-by-minute update if he couldn’t be there.

Chapter Ten

Vanni craned her neck, peering around the large bear statue she hid behind. The street wasn’t too far away and the limo had passed twice. Bruce and the driver were hunting her and she was afraid they’d find her before the NSO arrived. She wished for a watch but had to guess at how much time had elapsed since her frantic phone call to Homeland.

What if they don’t come? It was a scary thought. What if they are coming to arrest me? That was a real possibility if Gregory made good on his threat to hand over that vial with her fingerprints on it. She leaned against the front leg of the large white statue and hugged her waist.

It all boiled down to her being more afraid to call the police. Bruce wouldn’t have bluffed about Gregory having a doctor on his payroll since he hadn’t known she was close enough to overhear the plan. She’d end up sounding as insane as the doctor would claim if she ranted about an entire church out to get her.

Her purse was still at Gregory’s vacation home. Though she had no money, no identification and no car she refused to risk putting Beth in danger by asking her to come pick her up. Bruce knew what her best friend looked like. She shivered, imagining how terrible it would be if he spotted Beth. He might shoot her on sight.

Beth said she had talked to Smiley. She knew Beth wouldn’t have urged her to contact Homeland unless she thought it would be okay. What was said? She peered out at the street again. There was no limo but no SUVs were in sight either.

“Where are you?” It had to have been twenty-five minutes. It seemed as though it had been hours. It was the fear and adrenaline. She leaned back and looked up at the sky. It was growing warmer by the second. The shade of the big statue kept her out of direct sunlight but it would be a long day if the NSO didn’t show. She’d be too afraid to make her way across the park until it got dark. Bruce didn’t seem the type to give up easily.

Maybe he’ll bleed to death. It was something to hope for. At some point he’d need to seek medical attention. She doubted he’d go to a hospital though, unless he blamed her for being shot and wanted to cause her grief by reporting it. That was a grim concept. The police would be searching for her too. She pictured the headlines in her head. Deranged woman shoots poor bodyguard who was trying to get her help. She snorted.

A distant sound caught her attention and she peered up at the sky again. Her heart rate increased when she realized what it was. The helicopter neared and she spotted it over a line of trees. It was black with white lettering on the side. She squinted against the sun behind it but was pretty sure it spelled out three letters—NSO.

“They came,” she muttered and pushed away from the statue.

The helicopter flew closer and she lifted her arms, waving to get the pilot’s attention. He seemed to have spotted her since it changed direction. Her exuberance dimmed a lot though when the wind from the blades ripped off her hat and the loud engines almost deafened her when it lowered about a hundred feet away on the grass between the line of trees and the big bear. She threw up her hand to protect her eyes and waited until it touched the ground.

The side door opened and four black-clad, uniformed men jumped out. The assault rifles cradled in their arms didn’t bode well for a friendly welcome. They spread out fast, dropped to one knee and pointed the weapons outward as if they were expecting an attack. None of the muzzles were aimed at her though.

A figure in a suit climbed out last and he kept his head tucked until he passed the moving blades. Vanni recognized him and stumbled forward, unsure if she should approach Justice North or flee in the opposite direction. His dark gaze locked on her and she couldn’t miss the grim set of his mouth.

She paused and waited until he halted before her. “You came!” She had to yell.

He glanced around, speaking loudly enough for her to hear, “Come with me. You’ll be safe.”

She shifted a little to look around him at the helicopter. She had hoped Smiley would come to get her but he wasn’t there.

“We can’t stay on the ground long. We didn’t get permission. The police will arrive soon and probably news crews.”

She swallowed hard. They’d come at her request and it wasn’t as if she had any other options. A helicopter landing in a park would draw a lot of attention. She turned her head and looked at the street. Cars were stopping and people rushed out of the stores to stare. She faced Justice North and nodded.

He reached out his hand and she took it. He had warm skin that reminded her of Smiley. She followed when he tugged gently. Her legs trembled and the sound of the helicopter wasn’t exactly soothing. She’d never flown in one but Bruce could show up at any second if they were still in the area.

Justice tucked his head and led her to the open helicopter door. He released her hand and she gripped the floor of the cargo area, unsure how to climb in. It was higher than she imagined one would be. That dilemma was solved when Justice gripped her hips and just lifted her. She grabbed at one of the seats and scrambled inside. It wasn’t graceful but she was in. His entry made it look easy when she fell into a seat and watched him. He just put his hand on the floor and kind of jumped. He motioned her to scoot over and she did.

The four uniformed men rose and returned to the helicopter. They were inside in seconds and the door slammed. It didn’t mute the engines or blades by much. Justice sat next to her and handed her a belt. He pointed over her lap to the other side and she glanced down. She strapped in and watched him do the same. One of the uniformed men sat next to him on his other side while three of them sat opposite.

She stared at their guns since their faces were covered with tinted full-face shields attached to helmets. They all wore NSO patches on their Kevlar vests. The helicopter lifted off and she moaned in response to the queasy feeling the motion caused. The entire thing seemed to sway back and forth for a few seconds. She looked out but regretted it as they lifted higher than the treetops.

Justice touched her arm and she started. She turned to him and he held out chunky headphones, motioning for her to put them on. She accepted them and watched him put on a matching set. He even showed her how to push the mic close to her mouth. She followed his example.

“Can you hear me?”

His voice came out clearly in the headphones against her ears. “Yes.”

“You look unwell. This mode of transportation is safe. Don’t look out the windows if you are bothered by heights or fast motions. Just focus on me.”

“Okay.” She kept her gaze locked with his. He had pretty eyes and the grim expression in them had faded.

“I’m Justice. Do you remember me from the hotel?”

“I do.”

“You don’t look well, Travanni. Do you need medical attention? We can have our doctors standing by when we land.”

“It’s probably just the makeup. I’m okay. Scared but okay.” She sealed her lips. She was nervous and didn’t want to babble. He was Justice North. Her fate was in his hands.

“There’s no need to be frightened. Can you tell me why you called us?”

“I was held against my will at Gregory Wood’s vacation home last night. They were planning to force me to say Smiley drugged me.” She let the story come pouring out. She babbled after all but it kept her distracted from the horrible way the helicopter bounced around. Her fingers dug in to the seat tightly enough that she worried she might do damage to the leathery material.

“I didn’t drug Smiley,” she swore. “They said they paid the bartender to do it. That Bruce guy put on gloves, withdrew a glass vial and forced my fingertips against it. They put it in a plastic bag so Gregory could frame me if I didn’t say what he wanted.” Tears filled her eyes. She really wanted him to believe her.

He scowled. “We ran background checks on all the employees. The bartender worked several shifts with other Species in his bar without incident. That’s why we assumed it was you. The team said you walked directly to Smiley when you entered the bar, as if you targeted him.”

“I didn’t even realize he was New Species until after I sat down. Gregory said you have graveyards full of bodies at Homeland and Reservation. Please don’t kill me.”

“We don’t kill females.” He reached out and hesitated before patting her knee. It was a comforting gesture. He stopped after two taps. “That male says a lot of things about us that aren’t true.”

“Gregory also said they paid some woman to sit by Smiley but she was running late or something. Instead, I showed up and interfered with their plan. It was just by chance that I chose to sit there. I wouldn’t ever drug someone. I need you to believe me. I hate the Woods Church and everything they stand for.”

“Why were you at the hotel with them then?”

“Carl told me he wanted to make it up to me that we weren’t spending any time together. He works a lot. I thought it was just going to be the two of us for a romantic weekend. Instead, after we got there, he lays it on me that his father is paying us to attend. I wanted to leave but I didn’t have my car. Carl tricked me and then I felt stuck.”

“Why would his father pay you?”

“The media was giving his dad grief because Carl and I never attend his church or go to social events with him. That was a good thing in my mind since Gregory and I never got along. I guess Gregory figured it would make them stop if we were his guests. Carl was fixated on the money and kept telling me we could have a better wedding if I’d just keep my mouth shut and smile for pictures. It’s been a constant argument with us since we started planning our wedding. It’s traditional for the bride and her family to pay and the groom springs for the reception. He wanted four hundred guests but the chapel I could afford only seats a hundred. I absolutely refused to get married at his father’s church. He offered that but it was a deal breaker for me.”

Justice opened his mouth as if he intended to speak but then closed it.

“Carl said his dad was going to pay us fifty grand to be at the hotel to take pictures with him. Carl started guilt-tripping me into just staying for a few days. I should have left. Let’s just say I got to see a whole new side of my ex and I didn’t like it one bit. I’m glad the engagement is off.”

He grimly regarded her. “Do you know why they drugged you too? It would have been more effective if they’d just heavily dosed one of our males. He would have attacked any female near him. That would have been horrific. You experienced a milder version of the drug but full dosage of even that drug would have made Smiley deadly.”

“Gregory said he wanted a victim to parade around in the media to keep the story active. He was afraid the NSO would sweep it under the rug otherwise by blaming Mercile Industries.”

“That male is deranged.”

“Tell me about it. I just got an up-close-and-personal experience with how nuts he truly is. His church members think he’s some kind of messiah who can predict the future. I’m still confused whether they just think New Species are going to take over the world or believe they plan to slaughter everyone. I don’t even think they can decide.”

“Why would we kill others? We lock ourselves behind secured gates to protect our people from the out world. They come after us, not the other way around.”

“I know. I follow the news.”

He grew quiet and she lowered her gaze to her lap. Mr. North seemed really nice and she hated to repeat any of the garbage Gregory or his members had shared.

“They plan to send us a vial with your fingerprints then?”

She looked up. “Yes. I swear I didn’t drug myself or Smiley. It was the bartender.”

“It makes sense. You were the only female to go near our male but the bartender was the one to mix the drinks. He had no criminal record and showed no hatred for us during his interactions with our group.”

“There’s always a first time, right?”

He cocked an eyebrow.

“You know, every bad guy was once good until he crossed a line. I don’t think they come out of the womb being assholes.”

His expression cleared and he smiled. “I like you, Vanni. I see why Smiley was so adamant about defending your innocence.”

That news surprised her. “He was?”

“Yes. He’s protested our assumption that you dosed him but you have to admit the circumstances made you appear guilty. You had no form of identification on you that night and you weren’t registered at the hotel. Then you escaped the SUV taking you for medical treatment at Homeland.”

“I was afraid I was going to be arrested for something I didn’t do. That’s why I ran away.”

“I understand. We’ll be at Homeland soon. I need to contact them so I’m switching broadcast signals to a secure one with the NSO. Just tap me if you need to speak and I’ll switch to the short-range one we use to communicate in the helicopter so our signals don’t travel.”

“Thank you.”

She made the mistake of turning in her seat and staring out the window. The helicopter flew high and fast, the ground far enough away to assure her they’d die if it crashed. It made the swaying sensation worse.

I hope we get there soon or I’m going to throw up. Good thing I haven’t eaten anything today.

* * * * *

Smiley paced the floor. The pilot had radioed in that they’d picked up Vanni and she seemed unharmed. Justice had not contacted Security though, and it drove him insane.

“Relax,” Fury ordered. “We knew he planned to speak to her.”

“He should have broadcast it.”

Jericho shook his head. “What if our channels are breached? It could happen. It’s safer if any of the details Justice learns from her are secure.”

At the moment, Smiley hated logic. They didn’t want anyone to know Vanni was on her way to Homeland or the news hounds would swarm the gates. The Woods Church press conference should have started already but they didn’t have Vanni anymore. He glanced at the clock.

“It was delayed.” Fury seemed to guess where his thoughts had turned. He lifted his cell phone and flashed the screen to show the text messages. “We have someone from the task force team there working as a cameraman. Preacher Woods said their star witness is stuck in traffic.” He smirked. “They are probably still searching for her.”

“As if they could find her.” Flame chuckled.

“It’s not amusing,” Smiley snapped, his temper flaring. “She could have been harmed.”

“You’re right.” Flame schooled his expression. “But she is fine. The pilot didn’t request medical assistance to be waiting at the helipad. I apologize. We’ve all been stressed about this situation. It’s just a relief that she’s on her way here instead of talking to the reporters.”

Smiley nodded. He was relieved about that as well. To hear Vanni say bad things about him on television would have been an ordeal he didn’t want to suffer. The female had gotten under his skin and he cared about her welfare. It mattered to him how she viewed him.

“Incoming message,” Bluebird called out. “From the helicopter.”

Everyone stopped talking when the speakers broadcast Justice’s voice. “Hello?” It sounded a little muffled.

“It’s not a clear transmission,” Fury informed him.

“Understood. I’ll text the info.”

“Communications ended,” Bluebird muttered.

“He’s texting me,” Fury announced while staring at his phone. For long minutes he read the screen and typed responses. He finally looked up and met Smiley’s anxious gaze.

“He has her and they are ten minutes out. She’s well. He wants a meeting in his office.”

“I’d like to be there when they land.” Smiley wanted to be one of the first faces Vanni saw.

Fury frowned. “Justice requested you stay away for now.”

That angered Smiley. “Why?”

“He doesn’t want her in a more stressful situation. Justice requested you keep your distance. You aren’t invited to the meeting.”

“No. I’m going. This involves me.”

“She’s not in any trouble, Smiley.” Fury shoved his phone into his pocket. “Justice believes she wasn’t the one who drugged you. We need to get more answers and you’ll be a distraction.”

“She’ll be frightened.”

“We’re not throwing her into an interrogation room. She’ll be taken by Justice to his office. I’ll be there as well. He wants to limit her interaction with Species right now. He said she’s a little stressed by the entire situation.”

“I really need to be there.”

“The last time you saw her was when she was drugged and you shared sex.” Fury lowered his voice. “It might not be a pleasant memory for her. We need her as stress-free as possible. Don’t you want to make certain she’d like to see you? We can’t be sure she does. We’ve offered her sanctuary from the Woods Church and all harm.”

“I’d never hurt Vanni,” Smiley burst out. It was insulting to be excluded. “I’m the one who knew she wasn’t a threat to the NSO.”

“It appears you were correct. We’re just asking for time to learn answers and then we’ll ask her if she’d like to see you. Is that too much to ask? You seem to care about this female. Aren’t her wishes more relevant than yours?”

“Of course.”

“We’d also like Medical to examine her. She might be more comfortable without you hovering nearby. I promise I’ll call you myself if she requests you be present.”

Smiley still wanted to protest but what if Vanni didn’t want to see him? It angered him and worse, it made his chest ache. “Fine. I want updates though.”

“You’ll have them. Why don’t you work? That will pass the time.”

Smiley spun away before he said something he’d regret and stormed out of Security. It was tempting to ignore orders and just show up at the helipad to greet Vanni. He refrained though, because Fury had made a good a point. He might be the last male she wished to see after what had happened between them.

He bypassed the vehicles and sprinted off toward the north wall. He knew the helicopter fly zones and at least wanted to watch it pass over to make certain she arrived safely at Homeland. A few miles later he was out of breath when he stopped at the wall. The male above shifted his hold on his weapon and removed his helmet.

“Is something wrong?” Slash peered down at him from above.

“I’m relieving you.”

The male arched his eyebrows. “No one told me.”

“Just do it.”

“Is this about the female?”

Smiley ground his teeth in frustration. “Yes.”

“We got word they are flying in. Aren’t you going to meet the female when they land? You’re far from her here.”

“I was told to stay away.”

The male set his weapon and helmet down. He leapt, landing in a crouch a few feet away. The feline straightened and stared at him with narrowed eyes. “You’re angry.”

“Wouldn’t you be?”

“She requested you not go near her?”

“Justice and Fury did.”

“Why?”

“They want to question her.”

“You’re going to allow it? You could do what True did and just refuse to allow them access to her. They had True ask Jeanie questions and interview her himself.”

“Why does everyone keep bringing that up?”

Slash hesitated and then smiled slowly. “It was brave and it worked for him. True got to keep the female. Perhaps that’s why you were asked to stay away. They suspect you could do that as well.”

It wasn’t as if he hadn’t considered just grabbing Vanni and keeping her away from other Species. They hadn’t taken Jeanie from True. Darkness had stood up for the male and threatened the task force team with violence if they tried to interfere. He’d also had support from other Species who’d known her from captivity. Vanni was an unknown to all but him.

“I don’t want to traumatize her if she doesn’t wish to see me. She might not want to.”

“But you want to see her.”

“I do but I won’t force the issue.”

“Smart.” Slash nodded. “Need help up the wall? I’ll let them know where you are and that you’ve taken my place.” He touched his radio.

Smiley pointed at the tree. “I’ve got it.”

“It’s been quiet.”

“Good.”

Slash turned and walked away, disappearing behind some large bushes. Smiley walked over to the tree next to the wall and started to climb. He had to jump from a branch to the top of the wall that surrounded the perimeter of Homeland. The four-foot-wide walkway ended in a waist-high barrier. He picked up the discarded assault weapon and helmet, putting the latter on. He fixed his attention on the out world. Nothing moved as far as he could see.

His gaze lifted to the sky. Vanni would be flying over soon with Justice. It seemed like forever passed before the sound of the approaching helicopter drew his attention. It flew overhead and he turned, watching it land near the center of Homeland.

Vanni had arrived. He turned his back and kept a close eye on the ground for movement. The last thing he wanted was an attack to go down while Vanni visited the NSO. He was angry enough at that moment to kill anyone who dared try to breach the wall in his section.

Chapter Eleven

Vanni hated the way her stomach grew queasier when they finally reached Homeland. It might have been caused by not having eaten all day but nervousness mixed with the helicopter ride seemed more logical. Justice North smiled encouragingly when she looked at him. The helicopter landed and the uniformed guards opened the door. He motioned her to follow him.

Justice exited but then reached up to assist her down. Her anxiety increased when she glanced around the area. At least a dozen uniformed New Species stared at her, minus the helmets with tinted face shields. Their grim expressions weren’t welcoming or friendly. She followed Justice to a waiting Jeep.

“Take the passenger seat.”

She climbed in but tensed when two large New Species got in the back. Justice slid into the driver’s seat.

“I’m taking you to my office first. It will give my people time to prepare guest quarters for you and we still have a few questions.”

“Okay.” It wasn’t as if she could protest.

The drive was short but they passed a lot of New Species on the street. They turned to peer at her as the Jeep passed. It made her self-conscious and she second-guessed her decision to call the NSO. She’d never felt so out of place before in her life. Justice parked in front of an office building and she climbed out.

“This way.” He waved her toward the front doors where two intimidating New Species protected the entrance. The two guards from the rear of the Jeep took positions behind her. It made her feel as if she were under arrest. Fear inched up her spine and she struggled to remain calm.

“Where is Smiley? Is he here?” She wasn’t sure if she wanted to see him or not but a familiar face might help.

“We weren’t certain if you wanted to see him. He’s currently on duty.”

“Oh.”

“We can arrange for him to visit you later if you wish.”

Vanni just nodded, keeping pace with Justice. They entered a reception area and she got her first look at a New Species woman. The dark-haired, tall woman rose from behind her desk. “Jessie is in her office if you want a female present to make that one more comfortable.”

“Tell her I said thank you but everything is fine. Vanni, please follow me.”

Vanni smiled at the woman but received a frown in response. Her dark gaze wasn’t pleasant either. She hustled to follow Justice. Two men waited inside, both seated on a couch. They rose to their feet when she entered.

“This is Fury and Slade.”

She couldn’t help but gawk at Fury. She’d recognize him anywhere after all the news coverage of the press conference that had turned violent. For weeks footage had been shown of him saving the woman he loved by scooping her into his arms and running for safety after a gunman had opened fire. He’d been shot protecting Ellie. The couple had become an icon of true romance to a lot of women. “It’s an honor to meet you,” she managed to get out.

His eyes widened but he stepped forward and offered his hand. “Thank you. I think.”

“I’m sorry. It’s just that you’re Fury.” She managed to offer her trembling hand.

He had a firm grip and a brisk handshake. “I am.”

Vanni sealed her lips to avoid embarrassing herself further by having a fan-girl moment. She turned her attention on the second guy. He appeared to be canine with jet-black hair and striking blue eyes. He nodded but didn’t offer his hand.

“Why don’t you sit, Vanni?” Justice rounded his large desk and indicated she should take a seat in one of the leather chairs.

She gratefully collapsed into the nearest one. Justice took the lead. “Vanni didn’t willingly offer to participate in the Woods Church press conference. They held her against her will and made threats. Have you heard anything regarding their current status?”

“We did.” Fury resumed his seat. “They have delayed speaking to the press. We’ve gotten a lot of calls asking for comments. The Woods Church looks bad after not delivering what they promised.”

“Good.” Justice reached up and loosened his tie. “Tell them who drugged you and Smiley, Vanni.”

She swallowed and held Fury’s dark gaze. He had nice eyes and he didn’t glare at her. “The bartender. Gregory said they paid him to do it and he even told me the name of the drug.”

Justice growled softly and Vanni glanced at him, alarmed. He looked furious. “You didn’t tell me that part.”

“Sorry. Gregory said they paid someone almost seven hundred thousand dollars for B-47. He didn’t tell me the actual drug name but that’s what he called it. He said something about a batch and he made it clear that he didn’t think much of the guy he bought it from. He never said a name.”

“The bartender worked there for three years with never any complaints against him. I double-checked all employee records for anyone working in the room at the time of the incident.” Slade removed his cell phone from his shirt pocket. “I’ll text Tim to pick him up.”

“Do that,” Justice agreed. “Quietly.”

“Of course.” Slade focused on his phone.

Justice cleared his throat. “Are you well, Vanni? You’re pale.”

“I’m out of my element,” she admitted. “Am I under arrest? I swear I didn’t know anything about what they planned to do at the hotel. I only found out about the bartender and all that last night after Carl and his father refused to let me leave.”

“You’re not our enemy. We’re willing to believe you and you’re currently our guest at Homeland.” Justice’s words were comforting until he spoke again. “Unless we discover you’re lying to us.”

“I’m not. Everything I’ve told you is the truth.”

“We’ll get to the bottom of it,” he promised.

“Maybe I shouldn’t have come here. I saw the way some of your people looked at me.”

“The Woods Church has been unkind to the NSO and we weren’t certain if you were a member or not. Word will get out why you’re here and they’ll warm to you.” Justice paused. “I am curious about something. Why haven’t they used Smiley’s name yet? It hasn’t been mentioned at all during any of the television coverage.”

“Bruce asked me his name this morning but I lied to him. I told him I didn’t remember. He didn’t believe me but then those horrible women showed up so he didn’t have time to force me to talk.” She went into more detail about her ordeal before her rescue. “I told my best friend to get lost and asked her to tell my parents to do the same. You don’t think Gregory will have someone go after my sister or brother, do you? They are in other states.”

“We can send out teams to secure them if you wish. They’ll be relocated to a nice hotel and put in protective custody.”

She hesitated. A week before she’d have laughed if someone had inferred that Gregory was a danger to her life and to the people she loved most. She’d never have guessed he was capable of everything he’d done so far. “Please. I’m worried about them. My sister is home alone with her two kids while her husband is at work. I don’t worry that much about my brother since he’s a cop and I know they live in a very secure building. Beth is fine where she is and so are my parents. Gregory won’t be able to find them.”

Justice withdrew a pad from a drawer and pushed it across the desk with a pen. “Write down directions so we can reach your siblings. I give you my word they will be comfortable and secure.”

She wrote down her brother’s and sister’s addresses. Her parents would have fled to her father’s best friend’s cabin. They vacationed there every summer. She pushed the information across the desk to Justice and returned the pen.

“Thank you.”

Slade approached and lifted the pad. “I’m on this.” He left.

“We need to stop the rumors the Woods Church has created,” Fury stated.

Justice nodded and stared at Vanni. “They informed every press outlet that you were going to announce you’d been drugged and raped by a Species male. They want Smiley prosecuted in your human courts.”

“That was on the news?” It horrified her. “That’s not true!”

“We’re aware.”

“Gregory is insane. Around-the-bend, toss-a-net nuts.” She sighed. “I never liked him but Carl seemed so different from his father. I’ve had my eyes opened. Carl does whatever his father tells him to do. He just walked out and left me there with his father and Bruce. He could never have cared about me at all to be able to do that. They seem obsessed with destroying New Species at any cost.”

Justice’s features softened. “Gregory Woods and his followers truly hate the NSO. We try not to take it too personally. Perhaps you should do the same. You weren’t the female they meant to drug.”

Vanni couldn’t follow his advice. It was personal, at least after she’d been held prisoner and threatened. Carl had sworn he loved her but he hadn’t batted an eyelash when she was in danger. She wanted to get back at them and make them pay for what they’d done.

“Do you need me to speak to the reporters?” She hugged her waist. “I’ve avoided them since the video was plastered all over the TV but I’ll do it if it clears Smiley’s name.” Her parents would flip out if they heard that on the news. They would wonder if she’d lied about the limited details she’d shared with them about that night. It had been easier to allow them to assume she’d just drank too much and hooked up with someone in a bar.

Fury spoke. “I’ve been on the phone with our public relations team all morning. I informed them Vanni was on the way to us and they recommended no direct contact with the media where they could ask her questions.”

“Wise advice.” Justice nodded. “They can be brutal.”

“Miles suggested an outing with the two of them but keep the press at a healthy distance. They can photograph Smiley and her together. That will discredit Gregory Woods when they are seen in a friendly setting.”

“I agree.” Justice studied her for long moments. “She’ll need clothing. We could send two support teams with them to take her shopping tomorrow. That will give us enough time to set it up and we won’t have to leak it to the press. Humans always report our sightings so that will allow about fifteen minutes before the paparazzi and news crews arrive on scene.”

“Good idea.” Fury shifted in his seat. “Never forget social media sites. Humans will snap photos of them and upload them from their phones. They will assume they are dating though if they are seen together again.”

Vanni listened to them converse, a little surprised at Fury’s statement. “But we aren’t.”

He frowned. “It’s better to allow them to assume you’re in a romantic relationship with Smiley than what they have been told so far.”

She couldn’t dispute the sense of that. “Yeah.”

“We’ll schedule the outing.” Justice stood.

“What will Smiley have to say about this plan? I mean, he probably doesn’t want to spend time with me after what happened.” It made her nervous just thinking about seeing him again.

Apparently, Justice didn’t need time to think about his response. “Smiley will be very agreeable to take you shopping. He’s been concerned for your well-being.”

Vanni wasn’t sure how she was going to react to seeing Smiley but clearing his name was important enough to her to agree to anything the NSO suggested. “Okay.”

“You’re safe here with us, Vanni.” Justice smiled. “Relax. You appear nervous and there is no need. We’ll assure your safety and keep the press far from you tomorrow. We deal with them often.”

“I’m sure you do. They are always saying something about you guys on television.”

“We’re glad to have you stay with us. We’d like our medical staff to take a look at you. You were given a version of the breeding drug and you told me you were Tasered.”

“I’m fine. I’d really rather avoid doctors right now. I just want to shower, eat and sleep.”

“Perhaps later you’ll agree.” Justice didn’t seem happy with her refusal but he didn’t argue. “I’ll have one of our males escort you to guest housing.”

She was dismissed. “Will you tell me about my family when you take them to a hotel? I’d like to know when they are safe.”

“Of course.” Justice inclined his head. “I’m sure they are worried about you, as well. We’ll assure them that you are safe.”

“Thank you.”

“We’d appreciate it if you gave them the impression you are here to visit Smiley. The last thing we need is your family assuming we’re keeping you here against your will and asking your police to intervene.”

She nodded. “Of course. They won’t be happy about it but I don’t want them to worry.”

“They don’t like Species?” Justice’s eyes narrowed suspiciously.

“It’s not that. They’ll be happy if they think I’m dating someone but they will worry that I jumped into a new relationship too fast. I was engaged a few days ago. They liked Carl. He had all of us fooled.”

“I understand.”

“I can sell it though.” She was sure of that. “I’ll just tell them how horrible Carl treated me at the hotel and they won’t be fans of his anymore. I don’t want them to know about the rest of it because it would upset them too much. I’ll tell them Carl and his dad made up those lies if they heard anything about what Woods Church leaked.”

“Thank you. We’ll forward their calls once we have them secured in a safe location,” Justice promised. “We’d appreciate it if you didn’t make any outgoing calls. You should know they would be monitored. All calls are. It’s not personal.”

She had no clue why they’d do that but she had nothing to hide. “I do need to call Beth. We’ve been best friends since we were kids and I want to make sure she’s safe with Elvis.”

Justice’s eyebrows shot up.

“Not the real one. He’s dead. It’s a guy she dates on and off. He impersonates Elvis for charity events. We just joke around by calling him that. His real name is Mickey.”

“Fine.”

Someone entered the office and Vanni turned. Her mouth hung open as she gawked at the massively built New Species. He had an immense chest and bulky, muscular arms but it was his eyes that she couldn’t look away from. They were brown with red glints in them.

“This is Jericho,” Justice said as he pinned the man with an intent look. “I’m not sure why he’s in my office but I’d like to know the answer to that since this was a closed meeting.”

The guy didn’t look away from Vanni. His gaze lowered though, and he seemed to study every inch of her from head to foot. “I am Smiley’s friend. Is there a problem?”

“No. I was about to have her escorted to guest housing. Perhaps you would like that job?”

“I just wanted to make sure things were fine.” He crossed his arms over his chest and shifted his gaze to Justice. “It’s cool?”

“She’s not accusing Smiley of anything and is willing to help us solve this mess.” Justice sighed. “Tell Smiley he was right. I have phone calls to make. Can you arrange for transportation?”

Jericho’s tense stance relaxed. “This way, Miss Abris.”

“It’s just Vanni.”

She kept a few feet between them as she followed him out of the office, down the hallway and out the front door. The two guards were still stationed there. Jericho paused by one of them.

“Escort her to human housing and make sure she has everything she needs.” He turned to her. “I have something I need to do. Enjoy your stay here. This is Wager. He’ll treat you well.”

“Thank you.” Jericho was a friend of Smiley’s and she wanted to ask a ton of questions but resisted. He was a scary person with those unusual eyes. Her curiosity about Smiley’s welfare could wait.

She watched Jericho stride to a Jeep and drive away. Wager cleared his throat and she turned, staring up at him. He was blond, tall and had pretty catlike eyes.

“Welcome to Homeland, Miss Abris. I have a cart parked just over there and will drive you to human housing. Your cottage has been stocked.”

“Cottage?”

“It’s what we call the houses in the Species and Human housing areas.” He was cute when he smiled.

“Human housing? Aren’t you human too?” She regretted asking that but it was already out. “Sorry. I hope that wasn’t insulting.”

“It’s not. We encourage questions. We are human but we’re also more. I’m a feline Species.” He offered her his arm. “Let’s go, Miss Abris. May I call you Travanni?”

“Yes but it’s just Vanni. No one calls me Travanni unless I’m in trouble.” She was really out of her element. “I’m not in trouble, am I?”

“Not that I’m aware of.”

She put her hand on his forearm and he led her to a marked golf cart. She noticed more of them nearby as she took a seat. “Do you have a golf course?”

“No.” He released her, climbed in the driver’s seat and started the engine. “We have three types of vehicles at Homeland and Reservation. The SUVs we use when we leave NSO lands but the Jeeps and golf carts are for traveling inside the gates. We tend to use more golf carts here at Homeland than at Reservation. The terrain there is harsher in some areas.”

She relaxed in the seat. “Thank you for being nice to me.”

He turned his head and flashed a grin. “I feel as though I partially know you.” He pressed the gas and took off, turning the cart around in the street.

“I don’t understand.”

“I saw you on the television with Smiley.” He glanced away from the road to run his gaze down her body. “You appear smaller in person than on my television.”

She cringed. “You saw that?”

“Everyone has.”

She looked away to stare at the buildings they passed but it only made her aware that they drew attention from New Species. Two men standing in front of a building openly studied her and then another one stopped his Jeep to get a better look at her. She started to regret calling the NSO. It was tempting to ask if Wager would take her to the exit but she had nowhere to go and with no money she couldn’t reach her parents. They’d just ask her a lot of questions that she didn’t want to answer.

For better or for worse, she was stuck at Homeland.

* * * * *

Smiley prowled the wall, alert for any movement on the other side. Vanni was safe at Homeland. Fury had made valid points but it didn’t sit well with him that he wouldn’t be there when she was questioned in detail about the Woods Church. She might be frightened.

The low groan that escaped his lips assured him it was probably for the best he wasn’t present. Vanni affected him too strongly. He couldn’t be logical when instinct urged him to protect the female.

The sound of an approaching Jeep drew him from his thoughts and he turned. Jericho parked near the base of a tree next to the wall and he waited until the male climbed up and leapt the five feet to land gracefully on the walkway beside him.

“Is she well? Justice and Fury aren’t intimidating her, are they? Fury promised they would go out of their way to tone it down.”

Jericho frowned.

“What?” Smiley tore off his helmet and gripped his weapon tighter. “Did something happen? Did the doctors find something wrong with her?”

“She didn’t agree to go to Medical but she is fine. Wager is taking her to human housing right now. I assigned him the duty myself.”

“Wager?” Smiley felt his rage building. “He’ll flirt with her. That male is always talking about how he wants to find a human to give him babies.”

“He’s not an idiot. Everyone has seen that video and he’ll assume you’d fight him if he touches her.”

Smiley frowned, debating whether Wager would be foolish enough to offer to share sex with Vanni. It would be a mistake.

“I’m going to go see her now.” He reached for his radio. “I’m calling in for someone to take my place at this post.”

“Why do you think I came? I’ll cover the rest of the shift.”

Smiley shoved his weapon and helmet at Jericho. “Thank you. You’re a good friend.”

“Go home, shower and don’t wear your uniform when you see the female.”

“Why?” He glanced down. “Do I smell? Look bad?”

“You’re not sweaty but I believe she’s seen enough of our officers today. You should dress casually so you’re just a male to her. She appeared a little overwhelmed. Give her some time alone first.”

“She’s frightened?” His gut twisted. “She needs me.”

“You’re not listening.” Jericho sounded annoyed.

“She is here alone. I’m the first Species she ever met. She was held against her will and had a traumatic day between escaping them and coming to Homeland. I need to let her know she’s safe.”

“You’re being irrational.” Jericho’s voice had deepened when he continued, “I’m your friend and you need to trust my judgment.”

Smiley didn’t enjoy hearing the advice.

“The last thing that female needs is to have you arrive with your emotions on a short leash. Shower, relax and then go see her when you aren’t in protective mode.”

“I didn’t frighten her before.”

“I listened in on everything that took place in Justice’s office. She sounded nervous about seeing you again.”

“You listened in?”

Jericho shrugged, cradling the rifle. “My hearing is good and I wanted to know if she was really as blameless as you believed. She doesn’t hide her emotions well when she speaks. She hides them even less effectively with her expressions. I see why you were convinced she didn’t drug you.”

“You spoke to her?”

“Not much. I could detect her emotions while she answered questions and then I saw her expression when I walked into Justice’s office. She wasn’t able to conceal her fear of me. She reads easily.”

“You frightened her?” Smiley tensed.

“It was my size and she seemed confused about my eyes. I get it a lot but humans attempt to hide their reactions after a second. She wasn’t able to. Follow my advice and be calm when you see her. Take it slow, Smiley. She isn’t one of our females. Don’t forget that. She reminded me of a spooked kitten. I didn’t spend time with her because I was aware of her fear of me. Wager puts humans at ease with his friendly personality so I passed her into his care. I tend to frighten humans when I do this.” Jericho grinned, showing teeth.

“You look menacing.”

“I know.”

Smiley took a deep breath. “I’ll go home and shower. Should I wear jeans and a tank top? Or slacks and a nice dress shirt?”

“Wear workout gear. She’ll appreciate your show of arm muscles. Humans seem to like those.”

He remembered her reaction in the bar when he’d removed his jacket and grinned. “You’re right.”

“Take it slow, Smiley. I know you want the female but she’s skittish.”

“Understood.”

He stepped around Jericho and leapt, landing on a thick tree branch and swiftly climbed down. He looked up and pointed to the Jeep.

“Take it,” Jericho called out. “I left the keys in the ignition. Your replacement will have a vehicle so I won’t have to jog home.”

Smiley slipped into the driver’s seat and started the engine. His first instinct was to drive to human housing but he pushed back the urge. He’d follow Jericho’s advice. He admitted to being a little irrational where Vanni was concerned. He couldn’t wait to see her again but a shower and change of clothes seemed like a good idea.

Chapter Twelve

Vanni reflected on her conversation with Wager. He’d sworn she wasn’t a prisoner at Homeland. He’d given her a tour of the two-bedroom house, telling her it was stocked with food and there were clothes in the dresser, before leaving her to her own devices. A few minutes later he’d knocked on her door, delivering lunch. She’d consumed the sandwich and chips with gusto.

The phone on the counter had a dial tone when she tested it. She dialed Elvis’ number after getting it from information and was relieved when Beth answered on the first ring.

“It’s me.” Vanni was glad to hear her voice. “You’re safe. I was so worried.”

“Well, I’m still worried. Where are you?”

“At Homeland. I took your advice.”

“Should I come there? Mickey could drive me.”

“No. I’m okay.” She glanced around the spacious home. “They are treating me really good and have put me up in a house. It’s nicer than a hotel.”

“They didn’t blame you for drugging that Smiley guy?”

“No.”

“Is he there with you?”

“I haven’t seen him yet but I will tomorrow. I don’t have any clothes so he’s going to take me shopping.”

Beth’s voice lowered. “Are you okay? Seriously?”

“I’m fine. Seriously. They were really nice and picked me up in a helicopter.”

“Wow. You got to ride in one of those?”

“It wasn’t that much fun. Trust me. I felt a little motion sick. They fly faster than I thought they would. I did get to meet Fury North.”

“Seriously? Is he as cool as he seems? Was Ellie with him?”

“I didn’t get to meet her but he was really nice.”

“I should come to you,” Beth stated. “You’re alone. I’d be terrified in your shoes.”

“Everyone is being super nice. They even brought me lunch. I’m really okay. I just called to make sure you made it to Elvis’ okay and that Gregory’s guy didn’t get you.”

“The cops came and checked out the apartment. They blamed the paparazzi creeps, thinking one of them might have tried to break in to take pictures. They escorted me out to my car after I told them I didn’t want to stay there anymore. I did exactly what you said. I had Mickey meet me in a parking lot and he drove me here. I left my cell phone locked in my glove box instead of at home. I wanted to make sure my family didn’t freak out if they couldn’t contact me. I called them while I waited.”

“I didn’t think of that.”

“You had other things on your mind like how damn fucked-up Carl and his father are. Did those bastards hurt you?”

Vanni debated going into detail but dismissed it. Beth would flip out if she heard she’d been Tasered or if she repeated Bruce’s threats. “I’m fine. Really. I just plan on sleeping. I’m exhausted.”

“You sound it.”

“I only got a few hours sleep last night and the floor was uncomfortable.”

“They made you sleep on a floor? Those bastards.”

“There was a bed but it’s a long story. I wasn’t going to touch it.”

“Okay.” Beth hesitated. “I can come to you if you want me to. I don’t mind. I’d actually feel better.”

“Stay there. I’m really okay. I’m just going to sleep. There’s no point in you driving all this way to watch me snooze.”

“Give me the phone number. The caller ID didn’t reveal one.”

Vanni studied the phone. It wasn’t marked. “I don’t know it.”

“I guess I could call Homeland and they could connect me to you, right?”

“I guess so.” Vanni wasn’t sure. “I need to get off here though because I don’t know if they have call waiting. Justice North promised to send someone to Mia’s and Count’s homes to make sure their families are safe. I didn’t want Gregory sending thugs after them. Someone is going to call me to let me know.”

“I really hate that rat bastard.”

“Me too. Have you heard from Mom and Dad?”

“They took off in their RV. Your dad was fit to be tied after I told him what was going on. They are on their way to the cabin but we knew that’s where they’d go. They are either home or up there. Period.”

“I figured.”

“They had me give them Mickey’s number and your mom keeps calling every time they stop for gas. They ditched their cell phones. I’ll tell them you’re at Homeland.”

“Please don’t. They might show up here.”

“That’s true.”

“Just tell them I’m safe. They can buy one of those inexpensive cell phones with the minute cards. Talk my dad through it and have him give you the number. Tell them I’ll call them tomorrow. I just don’t want to deal with them right now. You know how they can be.”

“Boy, do I. Your mom asked me if you go to bars often and pick up strangers.”

Vanni cringed. “Great. They think I’m a slut.”

“I told them it was your first time.” Beth chuckled. “And your last. I did assure her you don’t need rehab. She worried you might have a bit of a drinking problem they weren’t aware of.”

“Is that a joke?”

Beth laughed. “Nope. I also told them it was your first and last one-night stand too. Us crazy kids have to try some things at least once. That seemed to settle her down a bit.”

“You’re not helping, Beth.”

She was quiet for a few seconds. “It’s either laugh or cry. Mickey panics and starts shoving chocolate at me if he sees tears. I told him that’s the best way to deal with me if I have PMS and now he thinks it’s a cure-all when I’m upset. The guy is a total sweetheart but I don’t want to gain ten pounds this week.”

“He doesn’t mind you staying there?”

“Are you kidding? He’s called in at work to take time off so he can play personal bodyguard after I told him what was going on. He even brought out the baseball bat to knock some heads if anyone shows up here looking for me. Testosterone overload aplenty is going on. It’s kind of cute. I didn’t know he was so defensive of me.”

“I told you he was in love with you.”

“I’m not ready to settle down but he’s making me reconsider it.”

Vanni was happy Beth was okay. “Just be safe.”

“I am. I have ‘bat man’. You sound exhausted. Go sleep and call me when you wake up. I want to hear from you often.”

“I promise. Love you.”

“I love you too.”

Vanni hung up the phone. At that point she just wanted to get clean and take a nap. She took a quick shower and stepped out of the stall, using two towels to dry off. The house was nice, fully furnished and they’d even stocked the bathroom with every personal item a person could need. She had shampoo and conditioner for her hair, body wash and even a new toothbrush with toothpaste to brush her teeth. She did that next.

She exited the bathroom and approached the dresser, unsure what kind of clothing she’d find. They had to be better than the scratchy T-shirt and shorts she’d bought at the discount shop. The top drawer contained a few neatly folded T-shirts with the NSO logo. She removed one and liked the feel of the soft material. It was a triple-large size. An investigation of the other drawers revealed a few sweatshirts, sweatpants and shorts. None of them were even close to her small size. She sighed and put on the big T-shirt. It fell to her thighs as if it were a nightshirt.

There was a guard posted outside her door if she needed anything but she decided to wait awhile before asking if they had anything that would fit her better. She couldn’t go shopping with Smiley just wearing a baggy shirt. The bed was large and she was eager to climb under the covers and sleep. One glance at the nightstand assured her she wouldn’t miss the call from her family when it came.

Apprehension struck when she heard a noise in the living room. She spun and crept toward the hallway. A quick glance for something to use as a weapon yielded no results.

“Hello?” She hoped her fear didn’t sound in her voice.

Vanni gasped when a man stepped into her line of sight. She jumped and bumped into the wall. A pair of attractive brown eyes stared back at her and she calmed once she recognized Smiley. It was a surprise to see him inside the house but her fright evaporated.

“I knocked but you didn’t answer.”

She took a hesitant step forward, her heart still doing a number in her chest. “I was in the shower.”

He remained still. She studied him from head to foot. His hair was wet and he looked as if he’d showered recently too. The dark-red tank top accentuated his tan, muscular arms and broad chest. It had been tucked into a pair of faded denim jeans that hugged his hips and thighs. He wore no shoes and the sight of his bare feet surprised her. Her gaze lifted to his face. He was as handsome as she remembered. His lips parted.

“Don’t be afraid, Vanni. Please don’t bolt to one of the bedrooms and lock the door. I was worried and wanted to check on you.”

She nodded. He made her aware of her body and the fact that she only wore a baggy T-shirt. She didn’t even have clean underwear so she wasn’t wearing any at all.

Smiley raised one hand and motioned her closer. “Would you come into the living room and speak to me? You’ve been through an ordeal. Are you okay?”

That was sweet of him. She took another step closer and then another. He held still, just dropped his arm at his side. She paused a few feet away. He smiled, his expression softening. It encouraged her to answer him.

“I’m just a little tired. I didn’t sleep much last night.”

“You should allow our doctors to check you. They are excellent at what they do.”

“I don’t need a doctor. Really. I just have a little bruising from the Taser darts and from the fall.”

The smile disappeared and a low grunt came from him. He appeared angry all of a sudden. “Who Tasered you? What fall?”

“Gregory Woods had his guard stun me and I hit the floor. I thought you’d know about that. I mean, I told Justice.”

“I haven’t spoken to him.” His gaze traveled down her body. “Where are you hurt?”

“My back. I was trying to escape out the front door when I was tagged with one of those electric dart guns. It’s really not bad.”

Smiley took a step closer, almost touching her. “Let me see.”

He smelled like soap and man. It stirred instant memories of the last time they’d been that close. She tilted her chin up to keep her gaze locked with his. He had really beautiful eyes and she felt lost in them. The sunlight coming in through the windows showed small swirls of darker brown in them. They were truly breathtaking.

“Let me see.” His voice was almost a whisper.

Vanni had to force her mind to work, reminding herself what he wanted to see. The attraction she felt for him made her a little befuddled. Images of them kissing and what they’d done in the SUV kept flashing through her mind, which made it difficult to focus on his words. “I’m okay. It’s just minor stuff. Really.”

“Vanni,” he rasped, “let me see.”

She forced her legs to move and retreated a step. “Um, it’s my shoulder blade.” Her hands opened against her thighs, the feel of the fabric there comforting. “I can’t.”

“Why not?”

“I don’t have anything on under this. I didn’t want to put on the only pair of panties I have until I can wash them.”

He glanced at her thighs and then back up. “I still want to see.”

She swallowed hard. “I’d be naked.”

“I don’t have a problem with that. I’d enjoy it.”

Whoa. He actually said that. She wasn’t used to men being so frank.

“I’ve seen you before.”

As if I need a reminder. More flashes of that night popped into her head. Smiley without his shirt after she’d torn it. Him leaning over her, his lips brushing kisses along her neck. Her nipples pebbled when she remembered him nipping her shoulder with his teeth. She quickly crossed her arms over her chest to cover them in hopes he wouldn’t notice.

“Um…” Her mind blanked.

He inched forward. “You’re blushing.”

She could feel the heat in her cheeks. “Um…” She retreated a step.

He advanced one, pacing her. “You’re shy.”

“Yes,” she got out.

“There’s no reason to be. It’s me. Take off the shirt and turn for me.”

Her lips parted but she wasn’t sure how to respond to that and didn’t want to sound like an idiot again. She swallowed and took a deep breath. “No.”

A pained look flashed in his eyes.

“I mean, I can’t take my shirt off. That’s, um, I barely know you.”

Smiley’s eyebrows rose.

“You know what I mean. We barely know each other. I mean, we do know each other but we were drugged. We aren’t now. I can’t just strip.”

He offered a hand. “Let’s go into the living room. I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable, Vanni. We’ll sit and talk. I won’t ask again to see your injuries.”

She timidly reached out and put her trembling hand in his. It was as warm and big as she remembered. He gently closed his fingers around hers and turned, waiting for her to follow. She appreciated it when he moved slowly, mindful of her hesitant steps until they ended up next to the couch. He released her.

“Have a seat. Please.”

She sat, tugging the shirt hem down to cover her knees. Smiley didn’t take a seat next to her but surprised her by crouching and pushing the coffee toward one end of the couch. He faced her, dropped to his knees and sat back on his heels. His smile looked a little forced.

“Relax,” he urged. “We’ll just talk.”

“Why are you there? You can sit on the couch with me.”

“I’m better off here.”

“Why?”

He licked his lips. The slide of his tongue over them drew her attention and she focused on his mouth. “First off, thank you for not screaming when you discovered I’d let myself into your home. I was worried about you when you didn’t answer the door. I came in through a back window. I’ll fix the lock later.”

She stared into his eyes, unconcerned that he’d just admitted to breaking into the house. “It’s okay.” It really was. It was kind of sweet that he’d do something that drastic to make sure she was well.

“I have an important question but I don’t want to make you uncomfortable again. It has bothered me every waking moment since the other night. I need to ask.”

She braced for it. “Okay.”

“Did I hurt you, Vanni?” His gaze lowered to her lap and then lifted to stare directly at her. “Was the sex too rough?”

“I’m fine.” She hadn’t expected that and was glad she was seated.

“Really.” He frowned, studying her.

It was an awkward topic. He’d said it was important for him to know but she wasn’t about to admit she’d been a little sore the next day.

“You didn’t hurt me. I have a few bruises but it’s no big deal. You’re strong.”

“I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay. They don’t hurt.”

“You passed out afterward and I feared I’d damaged you.”

“I think it was from being drugged. I told you I’m a chair jockey. It was…” She wasn’t sure how to explain it without humiliating herself.

“It was what?” He leaned in a little closer and flattened his hand on the couch next to her knee. “Please talk to me. Don’t allow your shyness to stop you from being blunt. There’s no need with me. You can tell me anything.”

“I don’t talk about sex with men,” Vanni admitted hesitantly. “I haven’t dated that many guys and they always tended not to appreciate a discussion about it.”

“I’m not them.” His voice deepened as he continued, “I welcome this conversation.”

She licked her lips and pushed herself to be more forward and forthcoming than normal. “I’m out of shape. I told you I don’t work out the way you do. That drug put me through the wringer, okay? I was sweating, then freezing and then we were touching.” Embarrassment forced her gaze to his chin at that point. “I think I was exhausted. That’s why I conked out.”

He said nothing so she looked up again. She didn’t see any negative emotions in his expression. He actually appeared happy when he smiled. It reached his eyes that time. It encouraged her to go on.

“Plus it was really extreme, you know? I’ve never felt that way before.”

“You are talking about the sex?” He lowered his tone to one that gave her chills. It was the good kind again and she remembered that about him too. He could talk a certain way that turned her on.

“Yes.”

“Sharing sex while drugged is very powerful.”

“That’s an understatement if I ever heard one. I thought I was going to die.” She’d survived the uncomfortable talk and breathed easier, her tense muscles relaxing. “Are you okay? I worried about you too.”

“I’m fine. Species are tough. There were a few uncomfortable hours after I woke but my jaw was only bruised.”

“I hurt your jaw?” She leaned forward, peering at his lower face. She didn’t see any scratches or bruises. He had flawless skin.

“No. Brass punched me to knock me out. I had some marks but they faded fast.”

“Why would he do that? I don’t remember that part. I thought I remembered it all.”

“It was after you passed out. We were about to be driven to Homeland and I was extremely worried about you.”

Vanni realized their faces were inches apart and her gaze locked with his. “Why would he hit you?”

“He was afraid I wouldn’t be able to resist touching you again even though you were unconscious.”

It took a moment to sink in. “He thought you’d…” She couldn’t finish that sentence.

“Mount you while you were out.” He didn’t have a problem speaking the words. “It was a genuine concern. I was highly aroused and wanted to keep touching you. I believe I would have resisted the urge but it was best that I wasn’t tested.”

“Oh.” She leaned back a little. “Does your jaw hurt at all?”

“No.” He put his other hand on the couch, one on either side of her knees. “Don’t be afraid of me, Vanni.”

“I’m not. I’m sitting here with you. I wouldn’t do that if I thought you’d do something bad to me. I’d scream. I know there’s a guard outside my door.”

“I sent Wager away.”

That news stunned her. “Why?”

“I wanted us to have some privacy.”

She wasn’t sure how to take that. Smiley rose to his knees and she realized he had her pinned where she sat. Her heart rate increased but it wasn’t caused by fear. “Why?”

“Species have excellent senses and I didn’t want him to overhear anything said between us.”

She wanted to get something off her chest. “It was the bartender who drugged us. Gregory Woods admitted that to me last night. I didn’t lie to you. I wasn’t the one who dosed our drinks.”

“I believe you.”

“But you thought I had at first.”

“You have a very expressive face, Vanni. I think you’d tell lies badly. I like that you’re easy to read. Right now you’re nervous. There’s no need to be.”

“You can tell that?”

He glanced at her chest. “You have accelerated breathing and your eyes are wide. I don’t see fear though. I’m grateful for that. The last thing I want to do is frighten you.”

“Do you want me to tell you everything I’ve learned? I went to see Carl last night to return the ring and—”

“Tell me you no longer belong to that male.”

She gasped at his harsh tone.

“Sorry.” He softened his voice. “You no longer wear his ring. I looked. Your finger is bare. I heard what you said on the phone when you called Homeland. You were held against your will and that male doesn’t deserve you. He should be beaten for allowing anyone to hurt you in any way. I’ll make him bleed if I ever get the chance to meet him.”

Wow. She could tell he felt strongly about it and it was kind of hot hearing him make threats against her ex. He looked pissed but she knew it wasn’t directed at her. “It’s so over.”

“Are you in love with that male?”

“No.” She felt the need to excuse why she’d ever been with Carl. “I think I wanted to see things in him that weren’t really there.”

“You dated a bad male once and this one seemed better than the last one?” Smiley was good at guessing.

“Yes.”

“You wished to get married and start a family?”

“That was the plan but not anymore. Carl is an ass. I feel sorry for anyone who dates him now that I know how he really is.”

“Good.” Smiley smiled, his anger gone. “That means no male has a claim on you.”

Claim on you. She blinked, repeating his words in her head. “I guess.”

Silence stretched between them and it made her aware that she knew very little about the man she’d had sex with. They’d been intimate but she had no idea what to say to him. Nerves made her clutch at the hem of her shirt. Smiley glanced down at the movement and made a soft sound in the back of his throat.

“Are you okay?”

He looked up. “Yes. Sorry. I didn’t mean to rumble at you.”

“Why did you?”

“I’m frustrated but it’s my problem.”

“Why?”

He licked his lips again and his hands flexed against the couch cushions. “You’re skittish and I am afraid I’m going to make you want to get away from me. That’s the last thing I want. I have so much to talk to you about and so many questions I want to ask. I just don’t know how to do it without worrying that I’ll offend or upset you.”

Vanni could relate. She felt the same way, minus the fear of him running away from her. “We’re strangers but we’re not. You’re nervous too?”

“Yes.” He smiled. “What would make you more comfortable with me? Tell me and I’ll do it.”

She smiled back. “I don’t know but I won’t run away. You kind of have me blocked in.”

He didn’t move. “Does it bother you that I’m so close?”

She debated it. “No.”

“Good. We’ll just talk. Do you remember everything that happened at the hotel that night? We’ll start there. At first I did think you drugged me but I believed you when you told me you hadn’t. You actually saved us, Vanni.”

“Saved us?” She shook her head. “How did I do that? We were both drugged and we had sex. I wouldn’t call that a save.”

Smiley regretted the words. He could see Vanni’s distress. That wasn’t the reaction he’d expected. His chest tightened enough to make drawing air difficult. He felt protective of the female but he was the one causing her anguish.

“Easy,” he crooned. He wanted to stroke her but resisted. It was hard not to touch her but he wasn’t sure if she’d allow it yet. He battled his desires, considering her needs. “Just take a few deep breaths.”

She followed his orders and it made him realize just how different she was from Species females. One of them would have punched him already for encroaching on her personal space and for telling her how to breathe. They also wouldn’t get nervous every time he got too close. He knew he should back away and take a seat across the room. He just couldn’t do it.

The scent of Vanni was different from before but it was the products she’d used when she’d showered. He made a mental note to ask her later what kind of things she bought and to obtain them for her. It was low in priority though. He needed to figure out how to get her to let her guard down and let him in.

His gaze dropped to her lap and he muffled a groan. He wanted in, all right. He wanted to push up her shirt and spread her thighs. His dick hardened just thinking about how incredible it would feel to claim her again. One look into her eyes, though, assured him she wasn’t ready to share sex. He’d have to go very slowly and figure out how to deal with Vanni. Just offering to share sex wasn’t an option. He’d have to work up to it.

It was important that Vanni trust him. The little he knew of human females assured him that was the only way he’d be allowed to stay with her. He didn’t want to leave. It would drive him insane if he had to stalk around his apartment while she was at Homeland. Wager and other males aren’t going to take my female. He inwardly winced at thinking of her that way but it was the truth. She was his.

He suddenly felt even more sympathy for the males who’d fallen for humans. It had seemed simple in theory to persuade one of them to allow a male into her bed and heart. The reality of it was anything but easy. Everything he knew about human dating rituals wouldn’t apply at Homeland. He refused to take her out to dinner at the bar. He’d have to punch other males when they attempted to gain her attention. The show of violence might leave her with the impression that he was a vicious male.

Vanni finally spoke and it was only then that he realized the silence had stretched between them again. “How could you say that?”

He struggled to remember what he’d said. She reminded him.

“How did I save us?”

“The drug I was given, if it is a full dose is…” He didn’t want to horrify her but he wouldn’t lie. “I would have been too mindless with a driving need for sex to care if I hurt you or how bad. At full dose the breeding drug Mercile created to use on us causes brutal sexual behavior and total memory loss. You alerted me to your symptoms instead of hiding them. Luckily I didn’t finish my drink. That could have been tragic.”

“I got a lot of the drug and I remember it all.”

“The drug you were given was a milder version. We’d heard from an employee who worked there that a research facility associated with Mercile Industries had tested the new version. She stated they were creating it to use on human females. We believe the Woods Church must have obtained it from them.”

“Gregory said he bought it from someone but he didn’t mention a name. He called the drug B-47.”

“Our task force is interviewing everyone from that facility to see who sold it to the church.”

“We were guinea pigs for some untested drug then?”

“We used the term lab rat when we were the subjects of Mercile’s testing. Full dosage of the breeding drug they used on us would kill a human. It makes me furious knowing what could have happened to you. I talked to the doctor after I returned to Homeland. You could have suffered heart failure or seizures that might have resulted in your death.”

It made him icy cold inside just imagining her lifeless body. He wanted to go to Fuller Prison himself and interrogate everyone from Drackwood. They needed proof though, before they took on the Woods Church. Otherwise Pastor Gregory Woods would accuse the NSO of targeting them because of their outspoken views against New Species. It was a publicity nightmare they didn’t need.

He stared into her eyes and hated to see the pain there. She’d been dragged into his world but he wasn’t sorry she was there. He wouldn’t have met her if they hadn’t been targeted. He could regret the circumstances but never the outcome. Vanni was just inches away from him, right where he wanted her to be.

Chapter Thirteen

Vanni let it all sink in. Smiley had lived a hellish life. She’d only been drugged once but he’d survived countless episodes that were far worse than what she’d experienced. He’d helped her through the worst of it but he’d been alone at Mercile Industries. She suddenly had sympathy like never before for New Species.

“Are you sure I didn’t harm you during sex, Vanni?” His voice softened. “You could tell me if I did.”

She looked away, unable to stand seeing the pained look in his eyes. “I really don’t want to talk about this.”

He softly cursed. “I did hurt you. I’m so sorry.”

Smiley sounded tormented and it made her feel guilty. He deserved total candor, even if it made her squirm. She looked at him and reached out to place her hand on his arm. The skin-to-skin contact helped her feel connected to him.

“I get embarrassed. That’s why I don’t want to talk about this. The only person I gave any details to about that night was my best friend. She’s the only one I’m comfortable discussing sex with. I was a little tender the next morning but it wasn’t because you did anything wrong. I’m fine now.”

“I was too rough.” He winced. “I understand. Thank you for sharing the truth with me. You were so tight that I feared I’d tear you a little. You should have one of our doctors look at you, Vanni.”

His bluntness startled her but she recovered quickly. “You’re very open about things, aren’t you?”

He nodded. “My people believe in total honesty.”

She swallowed and took a deep breath. Her cheeks were probably burning but she was willing to risk a bit of discomfort for Smiley.

“I don’t think I tore. I mean, I’m not in any pain. I just hadn’t had sex in a while. I have a tough time being so direct about sex. We didn’t talk about it in my house growing up. It was kind of taboo.”

“Why?”

“I don’t know. Mom never brought it up unless you count telling us a stork dropped us off when we were babies. My dad was hardly home. My sister and brother were older so they didn’t say much. It was more of a warning about don’t-let-men-talk-me-into-getting-naked-or-I’d-end-up-pregnant kind of thing. Beth was the one who gave me the sex talk when I was in my teens.”

His eyebrows shot up. “A stork?”

“You never heard that? Parents make up a story for kids to avoid telling them the truth about sex. They say that a big bird flies in and that’s how babies arrive.”

He laughed. “We openly talk about sex. Do you have any questions about me since we shared sex? We’re a little different physically than your fully human males.”

“You’re larger.” She felt her cheeks grow warm.

“Yes. Our muscle density is usually greater and we were engineered to be taller and larger in bone structure than most all your males.”

“I meant…” She couldn’t finish that sentence.

He smiled. “Our dicks?”

She nodded sharply.

“We were genetically designed to be larger all over. We don’t have a lot of body hair either. That is strange since we were given DNA from animals with fur. I’m glad I don’t have fur.”

Vanni grinned. “Yeah. That would kind of suck in the summer when it’s hot.”

Smiley chuckled. “I like it when you let your guard down with me. You have a wonderful smile.”

“So do you.”

His smile faded. “I was sexually attracted to you before the drugs. Were you even a little sexually attracted to me?”

Her mood sobered. “I don’t think we should discuss this.”

“You’re not sexually attracted to me in the least then?”

She stared into his eyes. “Why do you want to know?”

“I’m aroused being close to you. There are no drugs now.”

She gaped a little, astonished that he’d admit that. It took a lot of restraint not to glance down at his lap to see if he meant that in a literal sense.

Smiley hesitated, studying her face. “I wish to touch you and see what is between us without the aid of drugs.”

“That’s a bad idea.”

“Why? I want you, Vanni. I have thought of nothing else since that night.”

“I can’t have sex with you, if that’s what you want.”

Smiley’s shoulders sagged. “You aren’t attracted to me.”

The sad look on his face almost broke her heart. She couldn’t stand seeing him that way. “I am. It’s just that I believe in love before sex. We jumped into it and I don’t know how to feel about that. We’ve been intimate but we know so little about each other. It’s uncomfortable for me.”

“Why? Do you think you’re unable to love me? Is it because I’m not fully human?”

“I don’t even know you.”

He leaned in closer. “We can remedy that by getting to know each other. I’m taking you out tomorrow and we’re here together now. We just need to keep talking.”

She couldn’t deny the logic. “We could try that.”

“Do you believe anything your church says about us?”

“I’m not a member of the Woods Church and the stuff Gregory spewed was horrible.”

“That’s a good start. I know they hate us but I don’t know why.”

“I refuse to repeat that crap again. It was miserable enough telling Justice the kind of stuff they said while I was locked in that room listening to their garbage.”

He just stared at her. She caved under his steady gaze.

“It’s kind of confusing because they are nuts but it seems they think you guys are going to figure out a way to make an army of New Species and enslave the world. Or kill everyone. Maybe in that order. Did you ever see…” She shut up. “Never mind.”

“Did I ever see what? Talk, Vanni. We should have no secrets. You can say anything to me.”

“Fine. You know those horror movies where apes take over the world? I think they watched them too many times or something.” She cringed. “Sorry. I totally don’t want to offend you because I don’t think that way. You’re an amazing person. I don’t share their beliefs. It’s stupid. They are just idiots. Everyone knows New Species can’t even have kids.”

He looked away and his gaze drifted around the room. He finally looked at her again, glanced down at her stomach and then closed his eyes.

“Smiley? I’m so sorry.” She felt bad. “I shouldn’t have said that. It’s just that it was the only reference I thought of. Really. Please don’t be angry at me.”

He opened his eyes and stared at her. “I’m not angry. I promise. I could never be angry with you.”

“You’re upset.” She didn’t believe him. “You’re primate, right? That ape reference was just unforgivable. I’m so sorry.”

“I’m not upset.”

“I would be. I should just shut up. You make me nervous. I’m making a mess out of—”

“I want to kiss you.”

That silenced her. She was flabbergasted.

His gaze fixed on her mouth. He moved in closer, his body almost touching hers. “Let me kiss you, Vanni.”

“I…”

She wasn’t sure what to do or say. He didn’t really give her a chance to come up with a response. His mouth descended over hers. She closed her eyes and was amazed at how soft his lips were. His tongue swiped her lower one and she gasped. He used that opening to deepen the kiss.

Smiley took charge of her mouth in a way that left her grasping his shirt just for something to cling to. He pressed tighter against her until they were chest to chest and she was pushed against the yielding couch cushions. The passion he hit her with left her reeling when he suddenly stopped. He pulled away a few inches. She opened her eyes to stare into his. Her heart hammered and she panted as if she’d just been jogging. She was speechless but he wasn’t.

“We have chemistry. You do know me, Vanni. Stop thinking and just feel.”

He went for her mouth again, cupping her face with one of his hands to keep her in place. She didn’t fight but instead closed her eyes again and welcomed his hot mouth meeting hers. She opened up to him without any urging the second time. There was no gentleness in the second kiss, more of a raw hunger. She met it. Her body did remember him and yearned to be touched.

He seemed to know it since his free hand firmly gripped her thigh and slid higher. The cotton shirt rode up over the back of his hand as he used his thumb to stroke her thigh, inching up. She moaned against his tongue and he rumbled in response. He broke the kiss and they stared at each other again.

“Spread your thighs wide and scoot your ass to the edge of the couch.”

She glanced down and realized how high her shirt had risen. She released him and grabbed for the hem, trying to shove it down to hide her exposed pussy. Smiley moved faster, releasing her thigh and face. He captured her wrists before she could recover her modesty. He shook his head.

“Don’t hide from me.”

“Let go.”

“We’ve shared sex but I’ve never seen you here. It was too dark to enjoy the sight before. Spread open and show me.”

“You’re seeing. All you have to do is look down.”

He slowly shook his head. “Not enough. I want to see all of you.”

“I’m not taking off my shirt.”

“Put your hands up and hold the top of the couch.”

“Why?”

His smiled. “You know what I want to do.”

She shook her head. “I don’t.”

His eyes narrowed and his expression grew somber. “How many males have you known, Vanni?”

“Two.”

“Didn’t you ever show them your sex? Didn’t they ever want to spread you open and appreciate you?”

She swallowed. “No.”

He emitted a deep, sexy rumbling sound.

“Why are you making that noise?”

“I’m turned-on. I rumble. It’s a good thing. We’ve shared sex. Share this with me. Let me see you, Vanni. I know how you feel here because I’ve been inside you. It was the best feeling I’ve ever experienced. Reach up and hold the top of the couch. You will enjoy me seeing you.”

“I don’t think so.”

“You’re beautiful and there is no need to be shy. My nakedness does not embarrass me. Your nakedness makes me hurt with wanting to touch you.”

“Well, you work out and you’re in perfect shape. I’m not.”

“I like your shape. It is a turn-on.” Smiley moved her wrists, lifting them high, and then bent them until her hands touched the back of the couch. “Hold on right here and don’t let go. Close your eyes if it helps you relax, Vanni. You’ll enjoy what I do to you.” He lowered his voice and murmured, “Please?”

“We shouldn’t be doing this. It’s too fast.”

“I’ll go slower. Will you hold on to the couch?”

She dug her fingers into the cushion. He eased his hold on her wrists and stunned her by gripping her hips and yanking her closer to him. It spread her thighs and he turned his hip, pressed between her knees and widened them. She looked down and bit back a curse. The shirt had bunched at her belly, leaving her completely exposed from the waist down. It was bright in the living room and everything was in perfect clarity.

He lowered his chin to stare at the V of her thighs. “Beautiful. I can’t wait to taste you.”

She tensed. “I know people do that but I don’t.”

His head snapped up and his eyes widened. “What?”

“Oral sex, right?” She figured her cheeks were probably neon red at that point. “I don’t. I’ve never.”

He just continued to gape at her. It made her feel kind of like a freak, as if something were wrong with her. She felt the need to explain.

“I have given. I just don’t get.” She released the couch cushion and tried to grab her shirt to shove it down but he captured her wrists again, holding them in place.

“Stupid human males. What was wrong with them?”

“It just never happened.” She tried to wiggle away but it was hard to do with her wrists being held and Smiley’s hips between her knees.

He shook his head. “I’m not letting this go. Grab the couch again and hold still.”

“I’m not comfortable with that.”

“You will be by the time I’m done.”

“Let go.”

“Not a chance.” They stared at each other until he lifted her arms again. “Grab.” He pressed her hands against the top of the couch. “Close your eyes if it helps. We are going to do this.”

She shook her head. “You just wanted to see and now you want to do more than that.”

“You’re shy. You don’t like males to see you naked or to have your pussy exposed?”

“That’s right.”

Smiley’s pretty eyes lit with amusement. “I sent Wager away from the front door but there is another guard posted in the backyard. I didn’t make him go away.”

“Why are you telling me that?”

“He’ll rush in here if you yell out. We’d have company in less than thirty seconds.” He tilted his head toward the slider. “He’d smash through it thinking I was harming you, which I’d never do. You don’t want him to see you naked, do you?”

“No!”

“Keep that in mind. Be very quiet, my little Vanni. I’m going to show you what you have missed. Otherwise they will rush in here to save you from me.”

She gasped when he suddenly released her wrists and gripped her rib cage. He lifted, pulling her right off the couch. He was strong enough to lay her on the carpet before she realized what he intended. He lifted up, let go of her and then gripped her behind her knees. He bent them up and spread them as he slid lower. She couldn’t miss the grin on his face right before he lowered it precariously close to her sex.

Her mouth opened but she remembered his warning. He reminded her in case she’d forgotten though.

“Relax for me, little Vanni. You will enjoy this. Try to keep quiet. I’m not shy about sex but you are.”

“Smiley, whatever you’re going to do, don’t. I—”

She gasped again when he ignored her and all she could see was the top of his head. The feel of his tongue swiping across her clit was something she wasn’t prepared for. It was hot and wet, the slightly rough texture a shock to her system. It felt good though, as a sensation of extreme pleasure jolted upward. Every muscle in her body seemed to go rigid.

He rumbled again, creating vibrations. She clawed at the carpet, forgetting how to breathe. He closed his mouth around that tiny area and applied more pressure with his tongue, rubbing it back and forth.

Vanni moaned. “Oh god.”

That seemed to encourage him because he grew more aggressive. His mouth clamped down firmly and he sucked on her clit. His tongue pushed against the sensitive bundle of nerves without mercy. Vanni thrashed her head and had to use her hand to cover her mouth to muffle the sounds she made. She felt as if he’d hooked her to a live electrical wire.

She began to perspire and she tingled all over. Her nipples beaded and the shirt rubbed against them as she writhed on the carpet. They were super sensitive. It was too much, too intense. The urge hit her to slam her legs closed and she tried but Smiley kept them open. He continued to play with her until her back arched and she wondered if she’d snap her spine.

She didn’t care at that moment. She lost the ability of thought and then she was being crushed from her center outward as she climaxed. Her body jerked violently with each spasm and her hand couldn’t muffle the noises that came out of her.

Smiley released her thighs and climbed up her. He shoved her hand out of the way and his mouth covered hers, smothering her cries. He kept his weight off her so he wouldn’t crush her under him. She continued to twitch until she stopped coming.

Vanni kept her eyes closed, trying to regain some semblance of reality. Smiley continued to kiss her. His kiss was more aggressive than her more sluggish response. She still reeled from what he’d made her experience. Her limbs felt heavy. She realized her legs were still spread apart and his jeans were pressed firmly against her inner thighs. She managed to reach up though, and wrap her arms around his shoulders.

Smiley broke the kiss and groaned. That opened her eyes and she stared at him. His expression seemed a bit harsh. She studied him and knew it wasn’t from anger. He looked hungry and a little wild. His breathing was almost as erratic as hers.

“I need you. Say yes.”

She nodded.

He shifted a little and reached between them. He had to lift his hips away to get the zipper of his jeans down. It was a distinctive sound in the room. He wiggled a little and then lowered.

“Wrap your legs around me.”

She bent them up and her calves rested on his ass. He shifted closer and she couldn’t look away from him when his cock nudged her sex. She was wet but he felt so big as he pushed against her. The sensation of him entering her made her moan.

“So damn tight,” he rasped. “So wet. Your pussy is clamped around me almost painfully.”

No guy had ever spoken to her that way before but she liked it. It made her feel sexy and she loved watching the way his beautiful eyes narrowed and his lips parted, showing his fangs. The tips of them reminded her of when he’d nipped her shoulder. She turned her head a little to give him access to her neck if he wanted it.

“Relax, babe. Your muscles are still clenched. I don’t want to have to fight my way inside. I’m afraid I’m going to tear you.”

She had to force her body to do as he asked. He slid in deeper, filling her more. She felt stretched to the limit but he wasn’t done. Smiley rolled his hips and sank more of the thick girth of his cock inside her body. She closed her eyes, enjoying the way they fit together. He withdrew a little and pushed back in, riding her slowly.

“Oh god.” She clutched at his back, finding bare skin around his tank top. Her nails dug in a little but she tried not to draw blood. He just felt too good.

“I have control.” He took a deep breath. “I have control. I have control.”

“I believe you.”

He buried his face against her neck. “I’m convincing myself. Slow and steady.”

That was how he moved on top of her. She moaned and lifted her legs higher, digging her heels into his firm ass. The muscles flexed with every thrust and he adjusted his hips, hitting a new spot. She moaned louder, clinging to him.

“Fuck,” he groaned.

He brushed kisses along the column of her throat and then he bit down on her shoulder. It didn’t hurt but the slight bite had a wonderful effect on her body. The pleasure built until another climax struck. It wasn’t as intense at the first one but it left her moaning his name and twitching.

Smiley released her neck from his teeth and sucked in a sharp breath. He snarled something she couldn’t understand then drove into her faster. She felt him come, his shaft pulsing like a heartbeat against her vaginal walls. He stilled his hips and panted with her.

Smiley’s hand brushed her cheek and she opened her eyes to find him staring at her.

“Did I hurt you?” He kept caressing her.

“No.”

He smiled. “We’ll work this out.”

“Work what out?”

“Breaking you of your shyness.” He laughed. “You liked showing me your sex, didn’t you? Do you see what you’ve missed?”

She tried to look away but he moved his face with her. She had no choice but to meet his gaze again. He waited for an answer so she gave him one. “I liked that a lot.”

“Liked? I’ll have to try harder. You said you only want a male to touch you when you feel love. I’ll get you there.”

She closed her eyes. He wanted her to love the sex but she was afraid she was going to fall in love with him. Her heart and body were connected. It was a package deal with her.

“Vanni? Look at me.” He kept hold of her face but stopped brushing his thumb along her cheek.

She couldn’t resist. His smile had vanished and the seriousness of his gaze held her full attention.

“That was apparently a bad joke. I meant to put you at ease. As I said, we will work this out. I want it too. There’s something powerful between us.”

“Your muscles?” She could try humor too.

His lips twitched. “You look tired.”

“I didn’t sleep much last night.”

“Nor did I. We need a nap.”

She nodded.

He slowly withdrew from her body. She hated the separation. The second he was off her though, she frantically shoved her shirt down to cover her lower half. Vanni sat up and reached for the edge of the couch to stand but Smiley gripped her hand instead. She looked up at him. He’d tugged his pants up but they weren’t zipped. The V of skin showing was an attention getter.

He pulled her to her feet and then surprised her by letting her hand go as he bent. One of his arms wrapped around her back and he hooked her behind her knees, just scooping her up as he straightened.

“I’m sleeping with you.” He turned with her in his arms. “We just shared sex and all I want to do now is strip us both naked and hold you close.”

She put her arm around his neck and didn’t protest. He carried her down the hallway into the bedroom. “How did you know I picked this one?”

“Scent. I’d know yours anywhere.”

Vanni bit her lip and said nothing. It was a strange thing but he was New Species. He gently set her on the bed and stood. He tore his tank top off and then shoved his jeans down. She stared at his body, a little in awe. Every ripple of muscle displayed on his arms, chest, and stomach were testament to how fit he was.

“Jeez.”

Smiley froze. “What’s wrong?”

“Your body is perfect.”

He blinked at her a few times. “No.” He turned around.

Faint scars marred his lower spine. She was on her feet and reaching her trembling hand outward before she gave it any thought. Smiley peered at her over his shoulder. She jerked her fingertips away, worried he might not want her to do that.

“You can touch me anywhere.” He seemed to guess her thoughts. “They don’t hurt.”

She traced one of the thicker ones. “How did you get these?”

“I killed one of the technicians and this was my punishment. They whipped me. It was worth it. He abused females.”

Horror washed through her. “Oh Smiley.”

He spun to face her. “I’m not perfect. That’s why I showed you those. I’ve had to kill to survive or to make certain others of my kind survived.” A muscle in his jaw jerked. “Do you want me to leave?”

She shook her head. “No. Why would you even ask that?”

“The look in your eyes. You’re revolted.”

“By what was done to you. Not anything else.”

He reached out and took her hand, stroking the back of it with his thumb. “It’s important that you know the real me. I usually have a good temperament but I will kill to protect those I care for. I’d kill for you.”

Her knees felt a little weak. She may have swayed a little on her feet because Smiley took a step closer and wrapped his arm around her waist, helping to steady her. No man had ever said those words to her but she could tell he meant them.

“I’d never hurt you though. I never want you to be afraid of me.”

“I’m not.”

“Good. Your opinion of me is important. I don’t want any lies between us, Vanni. I want you to accept me for who I am, instead of just showing you the better sides of me. I try to be the best male I can be but I have flaws. Everyone does.”

“I know I do,” she admitted.

He grinned. “Tell me a few.”

“Beth tells me I’m too trusting because I don’t want to be one of those negative people who always look for deceit in others. My older sister is like that and she’s a downer. I always look for bright sides.”

“I think that’s a good trait.”

“I didn’t see what a liar Carl was.”

He scowled. “That male didn’t deserve you.”

“Thank you.”

He jerked his head toward the bed. “Let’s rest.” He released her and gently nudged her closer to it. “Take everything off.”

She hesitated but then tore the shirt over her head. It was probably the fastest she’d ever climbed under the covers in her life. Smiley might have some scars but he did have a perfect body otherwise. It made her more aware of her flaws. She peered at him while he went to the curtains and pulled the thick drapes closed to block out a lot of the light. He approached the bed and climbed in.

“Come here. I want to hold you.” He lay on his back and opened his arms.

She had rarely shared a bed with a man. Her first boyfriend and she had discussed living together but he’d kept putting it off. Later she’d discovered he’d been a cheating bastard who was afraid she’d figure it out if they shared a home. Carl had wanted to wait until after the wedding to live together. She inched closer.

Smiley pulled her against his side until she rested her head on his chest and his arm curled along her back, his fingers stroking her hip under the covers. His chin rested on the top of her head. “I like this.”

“Me too,” she admitted.

Vanni was in his arms and she felt right. Smiley breathed in her scent, making a mental note to ask her for her bath-product preferences. He liked her other shampoo better but the one she wore was nice too. Her skin was soft where he stroked her and he shifted his legs, trapping his hardening dick between his thighs.

She looked exhausted. The reason behind it made him angry. The Woods Church, her ex-male and his father would pay for what they’d done to her. He tugged down the covers a little after her breathing assured him she slept and got a good look at her back. He’d just caught a glimpse of it when she’d removed the shirt and practically dived into bed.

Rage rose in him. Her pale skin was marred with multicolored bruises. All Species had experience with being Tasered and it wasn’t pleasant. She was too fragile and the male responsible would feel far greater pain if he ever got his hands on him. He planned to talk to Justice and go over everything he’d learned from her so she wouldn’t have to deal with the trauma of telling it again. Smiley swore silently to be there when the task force teams brought in the ones who’d hurt his Vanni.

He regretted the faint bruises he’d glimpsed on her ass. His actions had put them there and he made a mental note to be more careful the next time he lifted her in his arms. Avoiding anything that might hurt her in any way was a top priority.

My Vanni. He closed his eyes. None of the symptoms were there that other males had warned him about. He liked her scent but didn’t feel addicted. He’d managed to keep quiet regardless of how good the sex was and it was the best. He did feel protective of her but flashes of memory of the night at the hotel haunted him. She’d been terrified and dependent on him to help her. That had bonded them.

He still wanted her for a mate. He opened his eyes and stared at the ceiling. They were different but they could make it work. He was motivated. She had obviously been ready to settle down with a mate since she’d agreed to marry Carl. He hated even to think the male’s name. Smiley would make a far better mate than that abusive human.

Guilt also surfaced. He’d had an opportunity to tell Vanni that she might be pregnant when she’d remarked that everyone was aware Species couldn’t breed. He should have informed her that was not correct but had been afraid it would remind her of the Woods Church’s accusations against the NSO. She wouldn’t be sleeping in his arms after sharing sex if he had. The last thing he needed was for her to avoid him. He also wouldn’t have taken her on the floor if he’d seen her bruised back beforehand. He hoped that hadn’t been uncomfortable for her.

He sniffed at her again, hunting for any telling signs of pregnancy but detected none, though his sense of smell wasn’t as good as a canine’s. It would be better if he could talk her into going to Medical. They could tell with tests faster than a change in her scent would. He pondered how she would take the news if she did carry his child. He’d mate her for sure if that were the case but even without a pregnancy, he still wanted to claim and keep her.

She was nothing like Species females. Her blushing and nervousness endeared her to him even more. She was shy and it made her adorable. Her lack of sexual experience would be fun. He grinned, remembering the way she’d responded to his mouth on her pussy. He looked forward to teaching her all the ways he could give her pleasure. He just needed time to show her he was the right male for her.

He formed a plan. He would get her addicted to him. She wouldn’t want to leave if she became dependent upon him. Sharing sex was a great way to cement their bond but he needed to connect with her on an emotional level as well. He’d cook for her and show her how domestic he could be. It wouldn’t hurt to talk to a few of the mates to ask their advice. He would do that in the morning when he needed to go home to get clothing. It was a given that he’d move to human housing since he doubted she’d feel comfortable if he took her to the men’s dorms.

He lifted his hand and gently cupped her soft belly. It didn’t disturb her sleep as he kept his palm there, wondering if life grew inside. She couldn’t find out about the possible child until he’d had a chance to alleviate all her fears and she’d want him as much as he did her. He would never forget how Becca had believed Brawn only wanted her for the sake of their child. Smiley wanted Vanni for who she was. Vanni should be certain she knew how he felt about her before any symptoms appeared if she were pregnant. He’d make sure of it.

He closed his eyes again and relaxed. He had slept poorly since returning from the hotel but now his Vanni was safely curled up against him. He drifted into sleep.

Chapter Fourteen

Vanni woke alone. She rolled over and stared at the clock on the nightstand, startled to see it was six o’clock. She’d slept for a few hours but it felt longer. The room was dark but faint light still shone in at the top of the curtains. She sat up and heard paper crinkle. She located the note on the pillow next to her and had to stretch over to turn on the bedside lamp to read it.

Good morning, Vanni. I turned off the ringer on the phone after you received a call last night. You were very tired and didn’t stir. Your siblings are safe. I ran home this morning to get clothes but I’ll be back soon in case you wake before I return. You are beautiful when you sleep and it was an honor to hold you all night. I can’t wait to do it again.

Smiley

She reread the note and looked at the clock. It sank in that she’d been out for over fourteen hours. It wasn’t evening but morning. She’d also missed talking to her sister and brother. She wasn’t really upset about that. Her brother would raise hell and her sister would complain about how Vanni had upset her perfect life.

She rose from the bed feeling refreshed and entered the bathroom. The smile tugging at the corner of her mouth couldn’t be contained. Smiley thought she was beautiful and his note left no doubt that it hadn’t been a one-night stand. No guy had ever left her a note on a pillow before.

She turned on the shower and stood under the hot water. She finished her shower and brushed her teeth. The towels were large so she just wrapped one around her middle and stepped out of the bathroom, half expecting to see Smiley in the bedroom. He wasn’t. She walked over to the dresser to get another large shirt to wear. They were supposed to go shopping but nothing in the dresser looked acceptable to wear outside the house.

“Hello?”

That wasn’t Smiley’s voice. She shoved on a shirt and a pair of baggy cotton shorts then rushed out of the bedroom and down the hallway. Wager stood in the living room holding a tray. He grinned when he saw her peeking around the corner.

“Good morning, Vanni. I brought food.”

“Thank you.” She pushed her wet hair away from her face and stepped into the room. It made her a little self-conscious to be wearing something she’d normally sleep in. “Good morning to you.”

“Do you want this on the bar?”

“The coffee table is fine. I really appreciate you delivering breakfast.”

“It’s something we do for special guests.” He put the tray down and straightened. His nose crinkled and he grinned. “Smiley stayed.”

“How do you know that?” Her gaze darted around the floor by the couch, looking for any evidence of what they’d done yesterday but the only thing out of place was the coffee table, which Smiley had shoved a few feet from its original spot. “Did you talk to him?”

“I can detect his scent. It’s strong.”

“Wow. Your sense of smell is that good?”

He smiled. “Yes. I can tell all kinds of things with my nose.”

She believed him.

“I’m glad it was not just the breeding drug that drew you both to share sex. I know this time your food and drinks were not tampered with. I’ll be outside.” He crossed the room and the door closed behind him.

“Shit.” She sniffed, unable to pick up anything but the smell of bacon and coffee coming from the tray. It was a little disturbing to know Wager could tell they’d had sex.

She sat, staring at the food—scrambled eggs, toast, bacon and hash browns. The coffee was black but a few creamers and sugar packets had been added to the tray. She unwrapped the silverware from a napkin and dug in. Her stomach rumbled from having missed dinner.

The front door opened a few minutes later and Smiley stepped in carrying a backpack slung over one shoulder and a thick black garment bag held aloft. He grinned.

“You’re awake and you’ve already showered.”

“Hi.” She felt a little self-conscious but tried not to let it show. They’d spent the night together and she needed to get over her shyness with him. He’d made it pretty clear with that note that he planned to spend a lot of time with her while she was at Homeland. There was no telling how long that would be.

He dropped the backpack and laid the garment bag over a chair by the door. Smiley wore a blue long-sleeved, button-down shirt with black pants tucked into a pair of black biker boots. The style looked good on him. Her gaze lifted to his.

“I’m sorry it took longer than expected. Justice wanted to see me. Our public relations team brought this garment bag for you. I was told it contains an entire outfit—ins to outs. I assume that means undergarments and shoes too.”

“That was nice of them. I hope the sizes aren’t too off.”

He crossed the room and sat on the coffee table next to her tray. “I have to confess something.”

Her fork froze on the way to her mouth. The last time she’d heard a man say those words it had been her first boyfriend telling her he’d gotten someone else pregnant. That’s how their relationship had ended and she’d realized what a scumbag he’d been.

“The task force team kind of broke into your apartment and scouted it. They relayed that information to our public relations humans so they could buy you accurate-fitting clothing for today.”

“They broke in?”

“Yes. I’m sorry, Vanni. It had nothing to do with us not trusting you. It’s just that you were sleeping so peacefully that I refused to wake you. The clothing you brought with you obviously wasn’t to your shape. I know you live with another female so I gave one of our males the shirt you wore to enable him to recognize your scent. He identified your clothing for the team and they recorded the sizes. A male who works with our public relations team had a shop open afterhours and he picked out something for you. I hope it is to your liking.”

Her gaze drifted to the bag across the room and then to Smiley. He frowned.

“Are you angry? They secured your home afterward and did no damage. Our public relations people wanted to buy you a new outfit to wear today when we take you to buy new clothing. It gives us a reason to show everyone we’re together. I saw no reason for them to take your possessions from your home without your permission.”

“I’m just kind of surprised. That seems like a lot of work when you could have just asked my size.”

“We get things done. You needed the sleep and I handled the situation. I also ordered personal products for you, like the ones you keep in your home. They will be delivered today.”

“Personal products?”

He smiled. “Your bathing products. Shampoo, conditioner, body wash and even the deodorant and toothpaste you prefer.”

“Okay.” It seemed a bit much but she couldn’t really complain since he’d said they hadn’t damaged anything. It was actually very thoughtful. “Thank you.”

He grinned. “I chose the outfit from the ones they selected. They brought a few. I hope you don’t mind. Someone will send the rest over later if you wish but I’m taking you shopping today. I thought you’d like to pick out your own style.”

“I don’t mind.” It had to beat anything Mable had chosen for her when she’d been imprisoned at Gregory’s vacation home. “Have you eaten?” She indicated that he could share her meal.

“I ate. Thank you.”

“What time did you leave?”

“Around four a.m. I thought I’d be back sooner but it took time to go to Security to collect your bag and pack my own things. I brought enough to last a few days and I can get more when I run out.”

She managed to keep her mouth from dropping open. It did sound as if he planned to stay with her the entire time she was at Homeland. It wasn’t a bad thing in her mind. It was actually comforting and wonderful knowing she wouldn’t be alone.

“Please eat your food, Vanni. You’ll need your strength.”

She was glad she didn’t have food in her mouth when his gaze dropped to her breasts and a hungry look narrowed his beautiful eyes. His implications were clear.

He glanced up and smiled. “Are you ready to go shopping today and get harassed by humans with cameras?”

“I guess so.”

“Don’t worry. No one will get too close. I’m going to protect you and we’ll have a few teams backing us up. Justice didn’t notify anyone of our plan so it will take the media some time to assemble wherever we go.”

“Is that a good or bad thing?”

“Good. Humans use social networks when they see us and upload photos. The press arrives soon afterward. We’ll be in and out before they can get too many vans out there and set up to shoot video. We do this all the time.”

“You have to face that every time you go shopping?”

“We don’t usually buy our clothing in the out world. It’s mostly online but we do have outings we can’t avoid sometimes. It’s not as bad up at Reservation because there aren’t a lot of hotels or motels to house the reporters who hound our people. The humans who live in the nearby town aren’t too welcoming of the press so there’s less to deal with. Here at Homeland it can get pretty bad, fast.”

She finished most of her breakfast though her appetite was gone. Her brief dealings with the media circus outside her apartment wasn’t a fond memory. “I don’t think anyone really likes reporters.”

“The humans who live by Reservation are friends of ours. They won’t tolerate protestors either.” He grinned. “I like Sheriff Cooper. He asks for our help often and arrests anyone who causes Species trouble.”

The NSO compound known as Reservation was located up north and it would be a long drive to visit it. “Do you go there often?” The heavy feeling in her chest at the concept of him being gone for months was unpleasant. It would mean she couldn’t see him if she wanted.

“I live at both places. It depends on where I’m needed most.”

“Oh.” She dropped her gaze to stare at her discarded food to hide the way that bit of news affected her. Long-distance relationships never worked, at least none that she knew of.

“Vanni?”

She stood. “I should get changed. I hope the sizes are right.” She crossed the room and lifted the garment bag. “Wow. It’s heavier than I expected.”

Smiley stood in her path when she turned and she almost stepped into him.

“What’s wrong?” He frowned.

“Nothing.” She schooled her features.

“Tell me the truth. What did I say that made you shut down that way?”

“I’m just nervous about the shopping trip.”

He leaned down a little. “You’re a bad liar.”

“I am nervous about leaving Homeland.” She held his gaze.

“What else is wrong?” He studied her closely. “You asked about Reservation. Does it frighten you? What have you heard about the Wild Zone? We don’t really feed our enemies to the tigers and lions we’ve rescued.”

“What? I’ve never heard that.”

“You were at the conference. Some of the protestors there were stating that.”

“I didn’t pay them any attention. That’s awful. I think it’s great that you guys have taken in animals other places would have killed. I read that story last year about the two grizzly bears some jerk had abused that were found half starved in cages on his property. The humane society had nowhere to house them since no zoos had room for them but the NSO offered to take them.”

“Gus and Pete.” He grinned. “They are doing well.”

She suddenly feared for his safety. “The story said they were in pretty bad shape.”

“They were mistreated. They took to freedom well. I was there when they arrived. Both have put on weight and are doing great.”

“That’s so cool.” Her admiration for him notched higher. “Isn’t it a bit dangerous though? I mean, I read they aren’t in cages anymore.”

“They don’t belong in them. Nothing can be happy locked behind bars. They’ve made friends with some of our residents and are pretty playful. Species take care of them.”

“You’ve played with them?”

He grinned. “You just have to watch the claws and teeth when they’re hungry. Pete loves to have his belly rubbed and Gus enjoys swimming in the river. I helped him learn how to fish.”

Her mouth hung open. Smiley chuckled and reached out, pushing it closed with his fingertip under her chin.

“I’ll introduce you to them if you want. I promise I’ll keep you safe. The Wild Zone residents have really done wonders to socialize them. They are learning to trust us.”

She recovered. “How do you teach a grizzly how to fish and why would you want to?”

“They were born in captivity so their instincts were denied. Bears are smart and they pick up what they see. It was just a matter of taking them to the river and showing them how to fish. They caught on quickly. The residents of the Wild Zone spend plenty of time with them.” He dropped his hand away from her. “You should get dressed. The store we plan to go to opens at eight and we need to assemble at Security to go over basics before we leave Homeland.”

“Basics?”

“Go over safety measures and timetables so we can control the situation. I believe our public relations team wants to speak to us too.”

“Okay. I’ll go get ready.”

“I’ll do the dishes.”

She stopped and watched him pick up her tray and stride to the kitchen. He was actually going to wash her plate and mug. It was sweet and reminded her again of how much he differed from the guys she’d dated. They would have expected her to do the chores.

She entered the bedroom and dropped the garment bag on the bed, still thinking about what he’d said regarding the bears. She pictured him standing half naked next to a river with two ferocious beasts, showing them how to fish.

“I’m apparently dating the bear whisperer,” she muttered, stunned but impressed.

* * * * *

Smiley hummed while he dried the dishes. He even wiped down the already-clean counters and then folded the wet towel over the holder. It was tough not to go into the bedroom but he didn’t want Vanni feeling as if she had no privacy. He repositioned the coffee table and fluffed the couch cushions. One glance around assured him the room looked tidy. He lifted his backpack and set it inside the closet to keep it out of sight in case it reminded her that he planned to move in.

She hadn’t thrown a fit when he’d mentioned bringing enough clothing to last for days. A female Species would have picked up his bag and tossed it out the front door, ordering him to fetch. She’d have slammed and locked the door with him on the other side of it to prevent him from returning. He grinned, grateful Vanni was human.

The soft sound of clicking drew his attention and he stared at Vanni when she paused at the end of the tile hallway. The button-down shirt she wore hugged her breasts and ribs. He had thought she’d look good in it but hadn’t known she would keep a few buttons open at the top to reveal a hint of cleavage. His gaze lowered to the black form-fitting skirt that fell to mid thigh. Her rounded hips were accented and it made him want to touch them. She was short but the heels made her legs appear longer than they really were.

“Does this look bad?”

His gaze jerked up to her face. She wore no makeup and had just brushed her hair into a ponytail. He shook his head.

“The skirt is kind of short and the shirt is a little tight. I tried to button it all the way up but it gaped open over my bra.”

“You look perfect.” The compliment brought color to her cheeks and it angered him a little. It was as if males rarely told her she was appealing, when they should. He wouldn’t make that mistake. “You’re beautiful, Vanni.”

Her hands clasped over her lower belly and she straightened her shoulders. “Thank you. That’s sweet to say.”

He stalked closer. “Not sweet.” His attention strayed to the vee of the shirt and he licked his lips. “None of my thoughts are.”

She stared at him. “I don’t understand.”

He gently gripped her hands, stilling their motion “You look sexy and I’d like nothing better than to remove those clothes from you. I would toss you over my shoulder to take you back to bed if an SUV wasn’t waiting outside. I’m going to do that later though. Expect it.”

That seemed to surprise her. “I’m not even wearing makeup. I mean, I look a lot better with it on.”

“No, you don’t. I prefer you just like this.”

Her gaze lowered to his mouth and he wanted to kiss her. He knew better. He’d end up following through and taking her to the bedroom. As tempting as it was, he didn’t need Justice, Fury or Jericho on his ass for ruining their plans to dispel the horrible rumors the church had started. He didn’t care what humans thought of him but they’d damaged Vanni’s reputation as well.

“We need to leave.”

She nodded and finally stopped staring at his mouth. “Okay.”

“It’s going to be fine. I won’t leave your side.”

“I trust you.”

A warm feeling settled in his belly. That was one hurdle down in the path to gaining her as a mate. “Good. I would pity the human who tried to harm you.”

Her eyes widened.

He just smiled. “You’re mine to protect and I won’t fail you.” He released her hands and stepped back, offering his arm the way he’d seen gentlemen do in films. “Allow me, beautiful. Let me escort you to the SUV.”

Vanni curled her fingers around his forearm. He wished he’d worn a short-sleeved shirt so he could enjoy her touch better. He liked skin-to-skin contact. He glanced down as they walked forward, getting a better view of her cleavage. His dick stirred at the thought of putting his mouth there later. It took effort to contain his desire enough to control his physical reactions. A raging hard-on would be noticeable.

He led her outside. Slash, Jericho, Wager and Flame were the four males he’d requested for the Species team. They were human-friendly and trustworthy. He shot a warning glare at Wager, who stared a little too intently at Vanni’s legs. Wager frowned but averted his gaze immediately. Smiley paused beside them.

“You’ve met Wager and I heard you were introduced to Jericho yesterday, Vanni. This is Slash and Flame. They are friends of mine and have been assigned to protection duty. They will travel in our SUV with us. A second vehicle will carry our human task force team members.”

“Hello.” Vanni smiled at the males. “It’s nice to meet you.”

He watched her face closely, hoping none of them would appeal to her. She didn’t keep her gaze on any of them for longer than a few seconds. He did notice that she glanced at Jericho again. The male had said his eyes frightened her. Smiley drew her a little closer against his side.

“It’s good to meet you.” Flame grinned. “We’ll have fun shopping. That’s the main point of this, besides showing the humans that Smiley isn’t a monster you hate.”

Smiley snarled, not liking the way Vanni’s smile faded at Flame’s remark.

Flame backed away. “I’m sorry. That was intended to be a joke.”

“She didn’t laugh.” Smiley tried to control his temper but it was hard to do, knowing Vanni had been offended. “You drive, Flame. Silently.”

“Okay.” The male fled around the SUV.

Jericho opened the passenger door. “Please get in, Vanni. You take the middle seat. Smiley and I will sit by the doors.”

Smiley helped her climb in and watched her fight the skirt to keep it from inching up her thighs. Jericho clamped a hand on his shoulder when he attempted to scoot in after her.

“Get a grip,” the male whispered.

Smiley wasn’t sure what he meant.

“You’re acting irrational. You’re Smiley, not Grumpy Ass, ready to tear off the heads of males who look at your female. Everyone knows she’s yours.”

Smiley jerked out of his hold and climbed into the SUV. Jericho slammed the door and he winced. His friend had a point. He wasn’t behaving as he normally did. Vanni drove him a little insane. Wager had no business appreciating the sight of her legs and Flame shouldn’t speak to her at all.

She put on her seatbelt and he tried to relax. He didn’t want her to see his stress. She touched his hand. He met her gaze.

“Are you okay?” She sounded worried.

“Yes.”

The door opened and Jericho took the seat on her other side. He didn’t like his friend that close and fought the desire to remove her belt and place her on his lap instead. It was unreasonable and stupid, yet the urge still goaded him.

Vanni stroked the back of his hand. “I’m not afraid. I feel safe. You can relax.”

He wished it were that simple. Jealousy was a new emotion and he didn’t like it one bit. He recognized it though. Vanni wasn’t his mate. Yet. That left room for other males to draw her attention. He had to resist glancing at her stomach. His son might be growing there but that wasn’t why he wanted her. It just meant he’d have a valid reason to beat on any male foolish enough to flirt with her.

“Listen to her,” Jericho ordered. “Chill out. We have two teams on this mission and this will be a short, surprise outing. We don’t expect any trouble but we’re prepared if anything happens. We even have the helicopter on standby in case we need an emergency airlift.”

No one had mentioned that last part to him. “For a medical emergency?” His gut twisted. Did they think someone would shoot at Vanni? He wouldn’t risk it. “I’m calling this off right now.”

The red in Jericho’s eyes flashed more prominently than usual, showing his anger. He knew immediately what Smiley was thinking.

“In case the roads are congested, Smiley. No one expects violence. This outing is needed to show the humans you didn’t harm one of their own. We might have to helicopter her and you out if the media has a chance to catch us if we’re stuck in traffic. You know those bastards would drive on the sides of the highway to reach us.”

“Oh.” He calmed a bit. “That’s a good plan.”

Jericho crossed his arms over his chest. “Just shoot me.”

Vanni gaped at his friend. “What?”

Jericho didn’t look at her but glared at Smiley. “He understands what I mean. I’d rather be shot than suffer foolishness.”

Smiley faced forward and turned his hand, lacing his fingers with Vanni’s. He cringed a little inside but was grateful Vanni didn’t question him. She let it go. He knew what Jericho meant. The male would rather take a bullet than fall in love with a female.

He wasn’t exactly being a good example to his friends. He’d been moody and rash since meeting Vanni. Everyone seemed to appreciate his good humor so he needed to show her more of that. A few deep, calming breaths helped. He’d be on his best behavior while taking her shopping and show her how much fun he could be. Females appreciated a male who could make them laugh.

Chapter Fifteen

Vanni wasn’t a fan of Miles Eron. The sixty-something head of the NSO public relations team wasn’t the friendliest guy. “Look happy at all times,” he demanded, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose. “I’m not sure I like that outfit.” His gaze scanned Vanni. “Cindy? Get your ass over here.”

“Yes?” A woman with unruly curly hair—the mass was barely contained in a ponytail on top of her head—stepped forward.

“What the hell were you thinking? Her shirt barely fits. Give her yours.”

“I disagree. She looks fantastic. Craig did her shopping though, not me. I stand by his choice. It’s a good look for her.” The woman lifted her chin, openly regarding Miles with contempt.

“The shirt is too damn tight. You’ve got massive boobs but take yours off and give it to the girl.” Miles waved his hand. “Now.”

“Vanni looks perfect.” Smiley glowered at Miles. “Don’t ask your female to disrobe in the company of males.”

“As if I’d do it,” Cindy muttered. She raised her voice. “This isn’t 1950, sir. Women are comfortable and flaunt their femininity. She is a pretty woman with a gorgeous figure. Let it go.”

“Who pays you?” Miles pointed at his own chest. “I’m the boss.”

“You’re a chauvinistic ass,” Cindy muttered.

“What did you say?” Miles advanced.

Her voice rose. “I said I know you’ve got an eye for class.” She paused. “But with all due respect, you’re wrong on this one. That’s why you hired me, remember? I’m the voice of the younger generation.”

Justice chuckled. “Enough, Miles. Vanni looks fine. They need to leave.”

Smiley tugged on her arm and led her out of the building. Vanni looked back and caught Cindy waving goodbye. She felt sympathy for her as she returned the gesture.

“Wow. Is that Miles always such a jerk? I couldn’t work for him.” She looked to Smiley for an answer.

“He can be abrasive but he’s good at what he does. You look perfect. That female was correct. He’s an ass.”

“And apparently a little hard of hearing.” She grinned. “That was kind of funny.”

Smiley laughed. “Cindy does it often when we have meetings. We crack up because he has no idea what she said or why we’re amused.”

A little jealousy rose in Vanni. “You know her well then?”

“Cindy is a nice female. She accompanies Miles to a lot of our joint meetings when media issues arise. They mainly work at Reservation but came here last night to help us handle the situation.”

“Great. I’m a situation.” She didn’t like the sound of that.

Smiley helped her into the SUV. He kept touching her. “You didn’t cause this problem. Place the blame where it belongs. The Woods Church has had it in for the NSO for a long time.”

Jericho took the seat next to her. The big primate flashed a half-smile, making him look less menacing. She wanted to ask Smiley if he’d ever dated Cindy but didn’t want to do it with four other New Species in the SUV with them. Flame and Slash sat up front. Wager took the third row seat. She glanced back at him but he was staring out the rear window.

She leaned against Smiley. “What’s he doing?” She jerked a thumb toward Wager.

“He’ll make sure we aren’t followed and he has a weapon at ready in case it’s needed.”

Vanni regretted asking the question. “Weapon?”

Smiley took her hand and clasped it. “It’s standard procedure.”

“I have a weapon too.” Jericho unfastened the strap on his Kevlar vest and reached inside, pulling out a handgun. He showed it to her and then returned it, replacing the strap. “The safety is on. We’re well trained.”

“We sometimes hide them in public when we leave NSO lands.” Smiley squeezed her hand.

“You’re not on duty?” She’d noticed everyone in both SUVs, except Smiley, wore NSO uniforms.

“No. This is our outing and it’s their job to protect us.”

She was glad Smiley wasn’t carrying a gun. They scared her. “Do you think it’s really necessary for them to be armed? I mean, we’re just going to a clothing store, right?”

“Standard operating procedure.” Slash spoke from the front. “We need to be prepared to defend our lives at all times when we’re not at Homeland or Reservation. A lot of the officers carry weapons at Reservation though, even when they are off duty. The walls are vast and always expanding. It’s possible an intruder could breach one but Homeland is smaller and more secure.”

It saddened Vanni that they had go to those extremes. She couldn’t imagine living in a world where the majority of society had to keep guns strapped to their bodies. Smiley lifted her hand and brushed a kiss across her knuckles. She stared up at him, a little awed. He did the sweetest things when she least expected.

“We have no crime within our society. When we encounter it, it usually involves humans. It’s rare to have anyone breach our walls. It’s more of a precaution.”

He could read her too well. It was kind of nice though. “I just hate that you have to live like that.”

“It’s our way of life and we enjoy the freedom. That’s the cost of it. There are a lot of humans who don’t wish us harm.”

Flame chuckled. “The mate hunters.”

“What are those?” Her interest was piqued.

“Never mind.” Smiley shook his head. “Just humans who are a little too friendly.”

“Or wish we were.” Slash chuckled.

“Now I’m really curious,” Vanni admitted.

“They are females who flash their breasts at our officers.” Jericho snorted. “They think we’ll be driven insane with lust and take them home.”

“Oh.” Vanni had no idea the NSO had groupies.

“We tend to ignore them.” Smiley lowered his voice. “They aren’t the kind of humans you take home.”

“Why not?”

“They are crazy,” Jericho answered. “One of them is a ninety-six-year-old female. She’s a regular at the gates. That is a sight I could have lived without.”

Wager laughed. “She wore nothing and opened her long coat to flash Darkness. He ordered one of the task force members to take her a warm cup of coffee. It seemed to him that she must be cold.”

Smiley’s chest rumbled and she liked that cute sound when he was deeply amused. A grin lit up his face and she smiled back.

“What about you? Have you been flashed?” She didn’t really like the idea of women chasing after him.

“I stick to the outer-region walls when I walk them. The humans tend to gather at the main gates.” Smiley shrugged. “I mostly do interior duty.”

“Smiley is good with humans,” Flame offered. “He’s had some very important assignments and is respected by all.” He released the wheel with one hand as they exited the main gates and tapped Slash. “Tell her.”

Slash turned in his seat. “Smiley is a great guy. He’s intelligent and very tame.”

“Enough,” Smiley ground out.

Vanni glanced between the two men. Smiley seemed angry. Slash faced forward and muttered something under his breath that she didn’t catch.

“I don’t need help,” Smiley stated.

She bit her lip and fought a laugh. It didn’t take a genius to figure out they were talking him up to her.

“I would never use the word tame.” She couldn’t believe that came out of her mouth. She darted a glance at Smiley to see his reaction and felt heat rise in her cheeks at the way he his eyes widened. “I wouldn’t,” she insisted.

“What word would you use?” Smiley arched an eyebrow.

“Amazing.” She was flirting with him and enjoyed it.

He smiled. “I like that one better.”

She ducked her head and rubbed her thumb against his. Holding hands seemed like such a silly thing but it felt good. He’d brought over clothes to stay with her. The note he’d left implied he wanted more than just sex. Walking into that bar might have seemed like a nightmare right afterward but she was almost grateful she’d been the one to sit next to him. It had brought Smiley into her life. She didn’t regret it.

At least not right now. I hope I still think that next week or next month. She pushed back the negative thoughts. No relationship was a guarantee to a happily-ever-after. She’d learned that the hard way, twice. It had hurt deeply to know the first love of her life was a cheating bastard who’d led her on for years with no real intentions of settling down or being the type of man who’d make her happy. He’d just been an excellent liar and actor. Losing Carl hadn’t hurt though. It had taught her never to settle for someone just because she was lonely.

She lifted her chin and peered at Smiley. He was watching everything they passed. She studied his profile. He was a handsome man but even better, he was a good one. They’d gone through a traumatic experience together and he’d seemed more concerned about her welfare than his own. It showed strong character and a good heart.

A slow burn of anger built inside her. Carl and his father wanted to hurt New Species. She glanced forward at the two men in the front seat then at the one next to her. They were scary-looking, admittedly, with their altered features and muscular bodies. That didn’t make them bad people. They were all there to protect her, a stranger. She hadn’t met too many people in her life who would take risks for someone they didn’t know.

Vanni realized how bad things could have been if the other woman had taken the seat next to Smiley that night in the bar. The Woods Church would have made him out to be some rapist who drugged his victim. They’d spout those lies to anyone who would listen, damaging the NSO, who’d all been nothing but kind to her and didn’t deserve to be slandered.

She debated whether the media would believe her if she told them what had happened when she’d returned the engagement ring to Carl. Gregory Woods and men like that horrible Bruce shouldn’t get away with their evil deeds. It wasn’t right. They could do it again and pull some innocent into it as they’d done with her. No one should ever go through being locked up overnight and threatened with death.

“Vanni?” Smiley reached over and caressed her arm.

She stared up at him. “Yes?”

“Are you okay? Don’t worry. Your safety is my top priority. I wouldn’t allow anything to happen to you. This will be fun.”

“I believe you.”

“We’ll buy you clothing. Don’t look at price tags. Money isn’t a concern.”

“All right.” She’d pay them back though, if she ever got her wallet and credit cards returned. She made a mental note to cancel them later. She’d been too disorientated to really think about those things until that moment. The last thing she wanted was the Woods Church charging purchases in her name.

“We’re almost there.” Smiley squeezed her hand.

She glanced out the windshield and realized Flame was driving the SUV into a shopping center. Her musings had left her unaware of how far they’d traveled. It put her at ease when she saw the name of the store they parked in front of. She had worried they’d take her to a fancy dress shop but this was one of the chain stores where she normally bought clothes. There weren’t a lot of cars in the parking lot since it had just opened.

“Are you ready? I will be with you.” Smiley studied her eyes. She knew he looked for any show of emotion and tried to gauge her mood.

She nodded, forcing herself to relax. Smiley opened the door and kept hold of her hand as she slid out behind him. The NSO officers surrounded them, putting her and Smiley in the middle. A car passed, the driver openly gawking at the team. The woman nearly hit another car before slamming on the brakes.

“So it begins,” Jericho sighed. “Expect the cell phones to come out.”

Smiley released her hand and pulled her against his side, wrapping his arm around her waist. “Just smile. They tend to want to take photos with us but we’ll keep them back. I don’t want anyone getting too close to you.”

“Don’t snarl at anyone,” Slash warned, his gaze locked on Smiley. “You smile. I don’t care what your instincts say. Got it?”

“I know.” Smiley complied. “See?”

“You look constipated but trying to look happy about it,” Flame muttered.

Vanni laughed. Smiley actually smiled then. It reached his eyes and transformed his features. He hugged her tightly as the human task force team members opened the doors but stayed outside. They took positions as if they planned to guard the entrance.

Customers and employees turned to gawk at them. Vanni straightened her shoulders and felt gratitude that Smiley was beside her. His arm around her waist was comforting.

Flame strolled over and yanked a cart free from a line of them and chuckled. “I love carts. I always want to jump inside one and be pushed.”

“You’d break the thing. No playing,” Jericho said sternly. “Keep a sharp eye out but look happy about it.”

Vanni noticed one of their group was missing. “Where is Wager?”

“He’s staying with the SUVs. No one will be able to tamper with the vehicles without him knowing.”

Smiley’s explanation killed some of her joy. She tried to hide her distress. Are they paranoid or has it happened before? She didn’t want to ask. They were supposed to be there to have a good time and be seen together in public to prove Gregory Woods a liar. That returned the smile to her face. She really hated him, his son and that church.

“Just toss everything at me,” Flame offered. “I’ll follow behind.”

“You’re having too much fun,” Jericho said and sighed. “You remind me of a hyper child.”

“You remind me of a grumpy father,” Flame shot back.

Slash shook his head. “Humans are watching. Behave!”

Vanni laughed and looked up at Smiley. “Are they always like this?”

“Yes.” He eased his hold on her and lowered his voice. “We have twenty minutes before this could get out of hand. We have to stay for at least ten to make sure enough photos are taken. Relax and buy lots. You’ll need everything from the skin out.”

In less than twenty minutes? She tried to hide her dismay. It was a reminder though, that he was a man, New Species or not. That amused her. He had no clue how long a woman could shop. She nodded. “Power shopping. Got it.” She turned her head to stare at Flame. “You ready? Stay close and I’ll just toss stuff in the cart.”

Flame gripped the cart handle. “You lead and I will follow.”

Vanni swept her gaze around the store, spotting the area where they kept her size. Smiley stayed at her side as she walked purposefully down the aisles. She even managed to make direct eye contact with other customers. They continued to gawk but one woman dug her cell phone out of her purse and lifted it.

Smiley gripped her arm and turned her in that direction. “Smile for her, Vanni.”

She posed with him. The stranger approached cautiously and took the photo. “Can I get a picture with one of you?”

Slash stepped forward. “I’d be honored.”

The woman beamed. “Thank you. You’re so tall.”

He chuckled and crouched down a bit next to her. “Say cheese.”

Vanni was amused, watching the woman take a selfie with the New Species. He made sure she liked the picture and then backed away.

“We appreciate your support,” Slash rasped.

“My daughter and sister are going to be so jealous,” the woman gushed.

Slash beamed. “I’m glad.”

Smiley leaned down a little and whispered in her ear. “Let’s shop. I hate to remind you but we have to rush this a little.”

Vanni nodded and headed toward the clothes racks. Flame stayed right behind her with the cart. She just grabbed things that caught her eye, quickly putting together about eight outfits.

“That will do it.”

“You need panties and bras,” Smiley reminded her.

She blushed, gazing up at him with dread.

He winked. “Not that I’d want you to wear them but Miles had me memorize a list. People might talk about what you buy.”

She glanced away from him to the other New Species hovering around her. “In front of them?”

“They aren’t shy about those things.” He chuckled. “Only you are. I’ll help.”

She wasn’t sure if that made it better or worse as he clasped her hand and led her to the intimate-apparel section of the store. Vanni released his hand, located her size in bras and just grabbed a few that looked pretty. She was usually pickier about fabric and comfort but just wanted to get it over with.

She grabbed some boy-shorts-style panties but Smiley chuckled, drawing her attention. He held up a bright-blue thong. “I like this.”

Vanni just spun around and grabbed a few more pairs of underwear. “Done!” She turned and dumped them in the cart.

Smiley placed the thong in the cart, adding a few of the same style in other colors. “You should see your face.” He looked amused. “You’re so cute, my Vanni.”

She liked the way he called her that.

“You should never be shy about anything with me.”

It’s not just him though, she reminded herself, darting a look around. They had gathered a small crowd of customers who seemed to have nothing better to do than follow them around taking pictures with their cell phones. She quickly looked away from them and forced what she hoped was a smile.

Smiley approached her and offered his arm. His other hand brushed a few loose strands of her hair back from her cheek as he leaned in closer. “It’s almost over. You’re so brave.”

She didn’t feel that way.

“You can do this, my Vanni. I’m right here. Now we just need to get you some shoes. The ones you’re wearing make you a little unsteady on your feet.”

The heels weren’t the problem. It was her nerves and feeling as though she were on stage in some play. She refused to look at the other people again but could sense their stares. She gratefully allowed Smiley to lead her to the shoe department. One pair of flats, a pair of tennis shoes and a pair of black two-inch pumps later and she was done.

“Can we go now?” She really wanted to leave.

“Yes.” Smiley led her to the front of the store.

She looked up and skidded to a halt. The sight in the parking lot shocked her. The NSO team they’d left outside kept them back but at least a hundred or more people were blocking the parking area along the front.

“It’s not bad yet,” Slash rasped. “It’s still manageable. Only two news crews have set up. They demanded an interview but were told no.” He reached up and tapped his ear, drawing her attention to the device he wore. “I’m in contact with the team outside and Homeland is monitoring.”

Only two? Vanni panicked but Smiley seemed to realize she was about to lose it. He spun her to face him and lowered his head, staring deeply into her eyes.

“It’s okay. I’m right here. Slow your breathing a little.” He took a deep breath and blew it out, as if to show her how to do it. She mimicked him. He grinned. “That’s my Vanni. They are just curious people. That’s all. They mostly just want to observe us, if that helps. You’ll adjust to it.”

She doubted she ever would, not that she’d have to. She silently vowed there would be no more outings. She really didn’t like being the center of so much overzealous attention.

Smiley squeezed her hand. “Trust me?”

“Yes.” She didn’t hesitate to answer because it was the truth.

“We’re fine. This isn’t a large gathering yet. We’ve dealt with much worse. We’ll pay for your things and leave. We’ll be back at Homeland in ten minutes.”

She took another slow breath and turned, facing the front of the store again. There were so many faces out there that it was weird. The NSO officers had help blocking off the street that ran between the store and the parking area. She noticed a few police officers had joined them along the sides to keep people from entering the store. Her shopping trip had, in effect, closed it down.

The cashier grinned when they reached the front. It seemed as if they’d opened a line just for Vanni and the New Species. “Hello. Right here. I’ll take you!” The woman waved them over.

Vanni was grateful for Smiley. He took charge, steered her there and thanked the cashier. The woman beamed at him and it helped that her attention seemed focused totally on Smiley.

“I never thought I’d see any New Species in here.” The cashier started to scan the clothes.

Smiley pulled Vanni closer. “This is Vanni. She’s visiting me at Homeland and didn’t pack enough clothing. I wanted to take her shopping.”

The cashier finally stared at Vanni. Her mouth popped open and her eyes widened. She glanced at Smiley, then at Vanni. “Oh my gosh! You’re that couple on TV!”

Vanni pressed against Smiley since he stood behind her. He released her hand and wrapped his arm around her waist. “Yes. We are.”

“That’s so cool! You’re my first celebrities.” The cashier resumed scanning the clothes but grinned. “You two are dating?”

“We are.” Smiley rubbed Vanni’s stomach with his palm. “I met her and knew she was the one for me.”

Vanni knew she had to say something. “It was love at first sight,” she blurted.

Regret came next. She shouldn’t have used the word love but it beat mentioning being drugged. Smiley didn’t tighten his hold or seem to mind her word when he agreed.

“It certainly was. She’s beautiful and sweet. I couldn’t resist her.”

The cashier paused again and grinned at Vanni. “That’s so romantic. I can’t even get my boyfriend to stop at the grocery store but yours takes you clothes shopping. You’re a lucky woman.”

“He’s amazing,” Vanni added, meaning it.

“You’ve drawn a mob.” The cashier jerked her head toward the front. “I’ve never seen that many people want to come in here before.”

“Sorry about that.” Smiley eased his hold around Vanni’s waist. “It happens when we leave Homeland. People are curious.”

“Don’t apologize.” The woman laughed. “We need the business. Stop in any time. I’m Donna. Just ask for me. I’ll get you right through the lines. I’m the manager here.”

“We deeply appreciate that.” Smiley let Vanni go and withdrew a wallet from his back pocket. “I have this, babe.”

Vanni nodded. “Thank you.”

“I’d do anything for you.” He winked.

The cashier told him a total that made Vanni flinch. She hoped she hid it as he swiped his card and put in his pin number. Flame and Slash took her bags and Smiley held out his hand. She gratefully took it. They headed toward the exit and Vanni had to force her legs to keep moving.

The doors opened and some people shouted for them to look their way. She squared her shoulders and peered at them. Cell phones were out and they were either taking videos or pictures. She smiled and clasped Smiley’s hand in a death grip. He waved with his free hand and kept her moving.

“Can we have an interview?” A woman with a microphone and cameraman tried to rush at them but a police officer opened his arms, preventing them from going forward.

Another news crew got around an officer but the NSO team was able to keep them at a distance. “Not now. No interviews,” one of them announced.

Wager pulled the SUV up to the path cleared by the police who had kept people back to give them an exit and Smiley yanked open the passenger door. Vanni climbed inside, eager to be out of the spotlight. Smiley slid in behind her and closed the door.

“Are you okay? You’re pale.”

“I don’t do well with crowds. There were so many people staring and shouting at me.”

He surprised her by suddenly reaching out and lifting her onto his lap. “It’s okay. The windows are tinted. They can’t see inside. You did really well.”

She turned against him and enjoyed his arms wrapping around her in a hug. “I never want to do that again.”

He massaged her shoulders. “I’m sorry. I didn’t know this would frighten you.”

“I’m not scared. I just…” She struggled for a word to describe almost having a panic attack but none came.

“You’re just shy,” he finished for her and kissed the top of her head. “No more outings.”

“Thank you.”

The other members of their group piled into the SUV. Slash opened the hatch door, put the bags inside and then just climbed over the third seat.

“Here we go,” Wager warned as he closed the hatch from the driver’s seat. “I’ll drive slowly so we don’t hit anyone. We lost our backup team but they’ll catch us soon.”

Vanni peered over Smiley’s shoulder to see out the back window. No second SUV trailed them. She saw them still in front of the store though. They seemed to be trying to get to their vehicle but the news crews were keeping pace with them. They took a turn and she lost sight of them.

“That was crazy,” Vanni mumbled.

“This is our life outside Homeland.”

She shifted to stare into Smiley’s eyes. “I never realized.”

He shrugged, keeping a firm hold around her waist. “We have adapted. Those are the nice ones. No one threw anything at us or screamed obscenities.”

“Some people suck,” Vanni muttered.

He grinned. “We try not to take it personally. Relax, this will be over soon. I promised to help you get out of those clothes.” He glanced down at the front of her shirt and made a soft noise.

“Wait for that until you get home,” Jericho ordered from the seat next to them. “You’re not alone.”

Vanni tucked her head and rested it against Smiley’s chest. She liked him holding her on his lap. It was illegal to be in a moving vehicle without a seatbelt but he’d said no one could see inside. She had no desire to scoot away and take the middle seat.

Chapter Sixteen

“We have trouble,” Wager growled from the driver’s seat.

Smiley tensed, lifting his chin off the top of Vanni’s head. “What is it?”

“The front and back gates are packed. They’ve had a significant increase in traffic in the last few minutes.” Wager met his gaze in the rearview mirror. “Do you want an earpiece?”

“Yes.”

Flame twisted in the passenger seat and held out one of their communication devices. Smiley grabbed it and placed it on his ear.

“Four news crews at gate one,” a Species announced. “We also have six unmarked vehicles lining up. They could be reporters.”

“There are two news vans at gate two and a lot of foot traffic. I’d guess four dozen humans. They aren’t holding signs but they don’t appear to be friendly.”

“This is Smiley,” he chimed in. “What about gate three? Can we go in that way?”

“Negative.” Smiley recognized Trey Roberts’ voice. “There are too many cars on that street and they’ll see you enter. The businesses are opening so employees are arriving at work.”

“What about four?” Gates three and four were secret so one of them should be clear. Smiley just wanted to get Vanni inside without incident.

“No,” a male growled. “We have children on the field. They are having some kind of outing in the park across the street from my location at four. It’s too dangerous.”

“They are children,” Trey responded. “How are they a danger? All they’d see is an SUV pulling into what they’ll assume is someone’s home.”

“We don’t risk children,” the male responded. Smiley identified Creed’s voice. “What if they are being followed?”

“There are still two possible tails on us,” Slash responded.

Smiley turned to look out the rear of the SUV. There were a lot of cars on the street but he wasn’t sure which two held Slash’s attention.

“Understood,” Trey announced. “We’ll go to backup plan B then. Go to that location and I’ll send the helicopter to meet you.”

“Cancel that,” Tim O’berto demanded. “I’m here now. Enter gate two. It’s not critical. We can handle the traffic.”

“I don’t want to take any risks.” Smiley turned his head to peer at Vanni. She seemed to be handling the situation with grace but he wanted to be reassuring. “It’s going to be fine,” he reassured to her.

“Exactly,” Tim muttered. “It’s going to be fine. I’m watching the monitors and the foot traffic doesn’t appear aggressive. Just drive in. We’ll be ready at the gates, right?”

“We are,” one of the officers responded. “We’ll pull in the two news crews to the holding area and that way the SUV can just drive around them.”

“Don’t do that,” Tim snapped. “Leave them outside. You don’t have time to search their vehicles properly before they reach you. No vans past the first gate section without an inspection. Order the media to back out.”

“We tried that. They are refusing.” The male sounded irritated. “Would you like us to pull the drivers out and move their vehicles ourselves?”

“Hell no,” Tim cursed. “I don’t want that on the evening news. Tell those bastards someone will give them a statement if they comply. That usually works.”

“We’ll try,” the irritated male grumbled.

“Wager,” Tim instructed, “enter through gate two. We’re sending extra officers that way now. They are on the move. You’re still two minutes out so they’ll beat you there.”

“Understood.” Wager glanced in the rearview mirror again and reached up, probably muting his side of the coms. “I don’t like this.”

“Nor do I.” Smiley lifted Vanni and put her on the seat next to him. He leaned forward to peer out the front.

Wager turned down a few streets and they neared the gates. Humans were milling around the sidewalks and two news vans still blocked the entrance, parked side by side in front of the gates.

“Fuck.” Smiley didn’t like it.

“Keep calm,” Jericho demanded. “You’re frightening your female.”

Smiley looked back and saw Vanni’s pale features. She hugged her waist and was pushed up against Jericho’s side. It was a stressful situation. He masked his features. “It’s going to be fine.”

“I trust you,” she stated. “Don’t worry about me.”

“Engaging tamperproof locks,” Wager called out. The snap of locks sounded. “I see one of our officers talking to a driver. I think they are going to get out of the way and let us pass.”

The SUV stopped in the street to allow one of the news vans room to maneuver. The driveway to this gate was narrower than at the main entrance. Smiley glanced up at the top of the wall, grateful to see a strong presence of uniformed officers. More joined them until they stood shoulder to shoulder, their weapons in view. Humans would have to be stupid to attempt anything.

He glanced at the humans gathered on the sidewalks. A male caught his attention when he reached around, going for something tucked in his waistband. Smiley tapped his com. “Possible gun!”

He spun, grabbed Vanni and twisted her sideways on the seat until his body shielded hers but no gunfire erupted.

“Camera phone.” Wager blew out a breath and continued, “He’s taking pictures. Threat averted.”

Smiley eased some of his weight off Vanni. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to crush you.”

“I’m okay,” she mumbled.

“Stay there,” he ordered, as if he gave her a choice since he kept on top of her to keep her in place. He peered out over the front seats. The media van hadn’t backed out to allow them to pass.

“What is the holdup?” He stared at the uniformed male—he was pretty sure it was Book—speaking to the driver of the van.

The male in question glanced his way. “He refuses to leave unless he gets the statement. They are aware of who is visiting us.”

Smiley grimaced. The news outlets had already heard Vanni was at Homeland and instead of rushing to the shopping center, they’d come directly to the NSO.

“Traffic,” Slash hissed. “Lots of it. We’re pinned in. They must have spotters on the ground.”

Smiley turned and saw more news vans coming at them in the street from both directions. A few cars were behind them. “Pull the driver out and move that van,” he ordered.

“Don’t you dare,” Tim argued. “Just stay put. I’ll handle that asshole myself without causing a shitstorm. Those pussies will be screaming brutality if you lay a finger on them. You’re fine in the SUV. I’m on my way.”

Smiley couldn’t fault the task force leader for being worried. They weren’t allowed to physically touch anyone outside the NSO walls. It was one thing to use water hoses to disperse crowds or toss the occasional smoke bomb when the protestors stormed the gates but humans might see it as abuse if they yanked someone out of a vehicle.

Jericho finally spoke. “Let’s rush the gates.”

Smiley snapped his head around to glare at his friend. “No.”

“More incoming,” Slash hissed.

“Rush the gates,” Jericho repeated in a deeper tone.

Smiley didn’t like the idea of taking Vanni out of the SUV so close to all those humans. Their intent was unclear but as he looked at the road, his opinion changed. More cars and people were coming down both sides of the street. It seemed they knew Smiley and Vanni were trapped outside the gates.

“Let’s do it.” Smiley admitted Vanni would be in more danger if they were completely surrounded by hundreds of humans instead of just a few dozen.

“I’ll be there in a few minutes,” Tim reminded them.

“We don’t have time,” Slash answered. “It’s getting out of hand. Scoot to the middle with her, Smiley. Let me by the door. I’ll run interference and take down anything in front of you both.”

“Do it,” Tim agreed.

Smiley straightened in the seat and helped Vanni upright as he slid against Jericho, making room for Slash to climb over the seat. “It’s going to be fine. Stay by my side. We’re going to get out of the SUV and walk to the gates. I will pick you up if we have a problem. Just put your face against my neck and hold on tight.”

“I’ll be fine.”

“Shit!” Flame hissed. “Brace!”

Smiley looked up and saw the humans rush at them. Bodies and hands slammed against the windows and the SUV rocked. All Smiley could do was hook his arm around Vanni to pull her close and grab hold of the front seat headrest. The vehicle was heavy but twenty to thirty humans surrounded it. He was tempted go for the weapon strapped at his ankle as the swaying grew worse.

“Smoke bombs are being deployed,” warned one of the officers along the wall. “Prepare.”

Smiley ground his teeth. “Hold your breath when we open that door and don’t let go of me, Vanni.”

He saw metal cans fly from above. They impacted around the SUV but didn’t hit the mass of humans. White smoke rose fast and the humans next to the windows began to choke and cough. In less than thirty seconds it was tough to see out the windows with the thick, blinding smoke. The rocking ceased though as their attackers fled.

“The gate is about sixty feet ahead of us. Keep to the far left of the driveway,” Wager ordered. “Go!”

Both sets of locks released and Smiley followed Slash when he shoved open the door, hitting something. A male cried out in pain. He didn’t give a damn if it had struck a human. He hoisted Vanni into his arms, hugged her tightly against his chest and used memory to go forward. He didn’t have a mask so he held his breath and kept his eyes squeezed shut.

A hand gripped his shoulder and he figured it was Slash helping steer him in the right direction. He peeked once, regretted it as his eyes teared up from the acrid smoke but he was able to make out the news van they passed. They were almost to the gates.

“This way,” a male snarled. “Keep coming. We have you covered.”

Vanni’s arms wrapped around his neck and her legs spread, hugging his hips. Her fingernails dug into his shirt but he didn’t care if she scratched him. She was probably terrified. He peeked again and realized the smoke was clearing as they left the affected area. He saw the gate and a line of masked NSO officers with guns drawn, waiting for them. Two rushed forward and grabbed members of his team, leading them inside.

The gates closed and Smiley sucked in air to his starved lungs. “It’s okay,” he whispered to Vanni. “You won’t choke.”

She gasped and coughed a little. He hugged her tighter and kept walking to put more distance between them and the smoke. He looked around, appreciating the dozens of Species who’d rushed to the second gate to help. He nodded at a few of them. He blinked rapidly to clear the irritant from his eyes.

“Are you okay?”

Vanni nodded against his neck. She kept her face buried there. He stopped and just held her. He’d made a mistake by taking her away from Homeland. Luckily she hadn’t been harmed but the trauma of what she’d just experienced might sour her on becoming his mate. It pissed him off that everything had gone so badly. He tried to push that anger back though, wanting to soothe her.

“Well, we sure know how to make an entrance.”

Vanni lifted her head and peered at him. Her pretty eyes looked haunted but she smiled. “Is that what you call that?”

“They didn’t manage to flip the SUV and we’re safe at Homeland.”

“Why would they do that?”

He hesitated. He didn’t want to give her more bad news. “I don’t know. Maybe they think it’s fun to rush a stranded SUV and turn it on its side. It happened once before. They took videos and posted them as if it were a prank. The team inside the SUV didn’t think it was funny.”

A Jeep came hauling ass around a corner and he spotted Tim O’berto in the driver’s seat. He advanced when the male hit the brakes and jumped out, leaving the engine running.

“Is she okay? Hurt?”

“She’s fine.”

Tim looked relieved. “I should have agreed to the chopper.”

“I shouldn’t have agreed to let her leave Homeland,” Smiley responded. He stepped around Tim and walked to the passenger side of the Jeep. “Get in, Vanni. We’re going home.”

Vanni slid down his front and he helped her climb inside. He rounded the vehicle and climbed into the driver’s seat. “I’m taking Vanni home.”

“That’s my Jeep.” Tim scowled.

“Get another and have Vanni’s new things sent to her home.” Smiley threw the Jeep in reverse and backed up slowly since Vanni hadn’t put on a seatbelt. He stopped, shifted gears and pushed the gas pedal. He just wanted to get her home and safe. She wouldn’t be leaving Homeland again.

Vanni was still a bit shaken when Smiley escorted her into the house. He closed and locked the door, leaning against it. His grim expression told her he didn’t take what had happened as lightly as he’d implied. She kicked off the high heels, happy to be out of them.

“No more shopping,” he announced.

“I don’t really like it anyway. I buy a lot of my clothes online.”

He blinked a few times and took a deep breath. “I’m sorry.”

“For what?”

“I shouldn’t have agreed to that outing. I didn’t think you’d be in danger. I failed you.”

He was more than a little upset. He seemed to blame himself and she refused to let him. “That wasn’t your fault. I’ve come to the conclusion that people are assholes and idiots. You got me back safe and sound.” She lifted her arms and glanced down. “In one piece.” Her chin rose and she smiled at him. “I’m okay. It was scary there for a few minutes but we’ll laugh about this later.”

He pushed away from the door and stalked toward her, stopping just inches away. “I will never find that funny. They could have flipped the SUV.”

“They didn’t.”

“They could have.”

She liked the way he looked at her. His beautiful eyes showed worry and concern, all of it directed at her. She reached out and placed her hand against his chest. “I’m okay. I’m more worried about you right now.”

His gaze widened. “Why?”

“You’re more upset about what happened than I am.”

“I made a mistake.”

Her heart rate increased. It sounded as if he was about to dump her. She wasn’t even sure that was possible since they didn’t exactly have a relationship. “About what?”

“I never should have agreed to take you shopping. I don’t care what the out world thinks of me. I know it was for the NSO and to prove the Woods Church statements to be untrue but it wasn’t worth risking your life. I won’t agree to put you in any kind of danger again.”

“I was the one who agreed to go shopping.”

“You’re mine to protect. I could have overruled the decision.”

That surprised her. “What does that mean?”

“You’re my responsibility to care for.”

A horrible thought struck and she stopped touching him. “Is that why you’re with me? You feel responsible?”

“No.” He frowned.

“It’s not your fault that we were drugged. You were their target but Gregory and his messed-up followers did this to both of us.”

“I’m aware.” She stumbled back a step and almost tripped on her discarded shoes. She righted herself before Smiley could reach out and help her, putting up her hands, waving him off. It hurt to think he might only be spending time with her out of some sense of duty. Her gaze locked with his.

“Do you even like me or is this about guilt?”

His lips parted and he looked surprised by her question.

“Seriously. Just tell me the truth.”

He advanced. “I want you. This isn’t about guilt. We have a bond.”

“One that was forged because we went through a traumatic event together.”

“It’s more than that. I feel things with you.”

That helped ease her hurt. “I don’t want you here if it’s just because you think you owe me something.”

“I want to spend time with you.” He frowned. “I was attracted to you before the drugs. I’m still attracted to you.”

The tightness in her chest eased. “Okay.”

Smiley wrapped his fingers around the curve of her hips, holding on to her. “How could you even question my attraction?”

“I don’t know.”

“You do know or you wouldn’t have said something like that. Look at me.”

She hated seeing the way he gazed at her in that moment, as if she’d hurt his feelings. It made her regret the rash assumption. “My track record with men isn’t that great.”

“You’re sweet, Vanni. You make me laugh and you drive me a little crazy.”

“I know it’s a bit annoying that I’m not more outgoing.”

“You don’t annoy me.”

“You just said I drive you crazy.”

He smiled and the pained look in his gaze vanished. “It’s because I’m so worried I’ll say or do something that will drive you away. I don’t want that. We’re from dissimilar backgrounds and I’m worried those differences will make you want to leave. I need you to stay.”

“You do?”

“Very much so.” He released her hip with one hand and cupped her face, dipping his head until his mouth hovered just inches from her lips. “I also would never call what we experienced traumatic. It brought us together. I can’t regret that.”

“Me neither,” she admitted.

He caressed her cheek. “Let me take you to bed. I want to prove to you how strongly I feel. I’m not good with words but I can show you.” His fingertips trailed from her cheek to her neck. “Say yes.”

She was tempted. “Do you understand that I don’t typically rush into a sexual relationship?”

“I do. What we share is special.”

She wanted to believe that. “I don’t know what you expect or want from me. Is it just sex?” She needed to express her concerns. “I don’t want to be used. That’s how I’ll feel later if you just walk away. I don’t do casual sex.”

Smiley softly groaned. “I’d frighten you if you knew how serious my feelings are.”

“Is that just a line?”

His eyebrows arched and a confused look filled his gaze. “What does that mean?”

“Men just say what they think a woman wants to hear to get her to agree to go to bed with them. They don’t mean it.”

“I’m nothing like your males, Vanni. I wouldn’t lie to you. Our females wouldn’t want me to tell them I have deep feelings. They prefer males who keep an emotional distance. I don’t want that with you. I wouldn’t share how I feel if I was just saying what I think you want to hear from me. I’d keep it hidden.”

“So you’re looking for a girlfriend? A serious relationship?”

“Yes.”

“I don’t know how that could work out between us. You live here and I live about two hours away.” She wished she could see a way to make it work but wanted to be totally honest. “You also spend a lot of time at that Reservation place. That’s up north. Long-distance relationships never work. We can’t even date. You saw what happened when we went shopping together. It’s not as if we can go out to dinner.”

“You never have to leave my side. We could live together.”

Whoa! She swallowed hard. “That’s moving kind of fast.”

He let his hand drop away from her throat. “Life is short, Vanni.”

She had learned that lesson. Gregory and his goon could have killed her. She also could have died from the drug. She peered up at him and wanted to say yes but it just wasn’t that simple. She wished it could be.

“Give me some time.”

“I’ll give you anything you need.” He stepped back and urged her to follow him.

They ended up in the bedroom. Smiley sat on the bed and bent to remove his boots. She enjoyed watching him strip out of the shirt. He had a beautiful chest and his fit body always took her breath away. He stood and cocked his head.

“Will you let me show you how I feel?”

She clumsily unbuttoned her shirt. He watched as she removed it and let it drop to the floor. His gaze seemed fixated on her bra.

“You’re so beautiful.”

It encouraged her to reach back and unzip the skirt then shove it down her hips. It hit the floor and she stood there in her bra and panties. Smiley came closer and reached around her to unfasten the bra. He had it off in seconds. She’d noticed the first time he’d so easily unlatched her bra that he seemed to have some experience at undressing a woman. He looked down as he bared her breasts, a soft, sexy noise coming from his parted lips. He wasn’t like any other man she’d known. She decided he was so much better. No one had ever affected her the way he did.

He lightly caressed her hips before hooking his thumbs in the sides of her panties and surprised her by dropping to his knees. He tugged them down until they were around her ankles. She used his broad shoulders to help keep her balance as she stepped out of them. Smiley looked up at her, his dark eyes smoldering with passion.

“You should never wear clothing.”

“You either,” she admitted. “You’re a little overdressed.”

“Get on the bed.”

She moved out of his reach and sat on top of the covers. Smiley opened the front of his slacks and just shoved them down, not even bothering to remove them. He climbed up on the bed and she lay back when he crawled over her until his face hovered just above hers.

“Let me kiss you.”

She wrapped her arms around his neck, licking her lips to wet them. “Please.”

His soft lips brushed hers. That changed rapidly though when he deepened the kiss and she met his passion. He lowered more of his weight onto her, pinning her down on the bed. She liked how hot his skin was, pressed tightly to hers, and the way he shifted his hips, bumping against her thigh to let her know what he wanted. Vanni spread her legs to make room for him between them.

He broke the kiss and lifted up enough to stare into her eyes. “I’m going to roll us.”

She wanted to protest but it was done before she could speak. She ended up sprawled on top of him. She tried to scoot down a little but his stiff cock bumping against her pussy halted her. His hands splayed on her rib cage as he bent his legs to raise her shoulders higher, allowing him to cup her breasts.

Vanni closed her eyes at the sensation of his firm hands kneading her. She bit her lower lip, enjoying the caress.

“So beautiful and soft.”

Bracing her knees on the mattress, she tried to lift her pussy away from his lower belly, the ache between her legs a telling sign that she was getting aroused. He was making her hot and she didn’t want to get him wet.

He let go of one breast to grab her hip and pull her down again. She opened her eyes and stared at him. He shook his head. “Stay where you are.”

He bent his legs up, kicking off his pants as he did, and trapped her where she sat as the tops of his thighs pressed against her ass. His stiff cock was trapped between them. There was no missing the thick, hard shaft. He slowly rolled his hips. The erotic motion rubbed her clit against him. She braced her hands on his chest, just needing something to cling to.

“What are you doing?” She hadn’t experienced anything quite like it.

“I enjoy watching your face.”

That made her blush. She broke eye contact and stared at his stomach. His well-defined abs flexed as he continued to slowly rock his hips as she sat on top of him. The aching increased, almost a tease of what it would feel like if his cock was inside her. She grew wetter and knew he must be aware of it.

He released her hip and slid his thumb between her pussy and his lower belly. He traced her slit, played with the proof of her arousal and then pressed the pad of his thumb against her clit. She moaned.

“So beautiful,” he rasped.

“Smiley!” She wanted him inside her.

“Not yet. I want you too much. You need to come for me first so you’re prepared.”

For what? She was already wet and ready to have sex. He continued to play with her breast, using his thumb and forefinger to pinch her nipple gently. She closed her eyes, the sharp jolt of pleasure making her pussy clench.

His cock felt harder as it rubbed her ass and the muscles of his thighs pressed tighter against her too. He rolled his hips under her, the slow rocking driving her insane. She wanted him more than she’d ever wanted anyone. His sexy, intense gaze seemed to see right into her soul as his thumb circled her clit in tight movements that drove her wild. She panted and moaned but fought the urge to dig her nails into his skin.

“Please,” she pleaded.

“Fuck,” he groaned. “I could never say no to you.” He jerked his hand away, stopping the torment of her clit, lowered his legs and sat up. She almost fell backward now that he wasn’t supporting her. He also stopped massaging her breast.

“I’ll try to be gentle.”

He rolled her onto her side. She hadn’t seen that coming and lay there a little stunned until he got to his knees and bent forward, grabbing her hips. He flipped her over onto her stomach as if she weighed nothing.

“Hands and knees,” he ordered. His voice came out in a deep rasp and sent good chills down her spine.

She pushed up and did what he wanted, hurting for him to fuck her. She expected him to climb upward and pin her under him but Smiley surprised her again when he gripped her inner thighs and urged her to part them. She spread her knees until he let her go and sat back on his heels.

Vanni gasped when he shoved both hands between her parted legs, flattened them on her lower belly and jerked her backward. The rapid movement lifted her off her knees and her chest hit the bed when her arms collapsed. The thick crown of his cock pressed against her pussy and he entered her. She cried out when he suddenly drove inside. He eased his hands from between them so she was half on his lap, facedown on the bed with his bent knees under her stomach. He spread her legs farther and bent forward, coming down over her.

He fucked her deep and hard, one hand hooked around her hip to keep her in place. She clawed at the bedding, not caring if her nails damaged it. His finger found her clit and with every thrust of his hips the friction drove her higher. She buried her face against the bedspread, moaning louder as he increased the pace.

It was so good it nearly hurt. Her vaginal muscles clenched in anticipation of the impending climax, along with about every other muscle in her body. Smiley fucked her even faster, the headboard banging loudly against the wall. She didn’t care. He was so hard and it was so good.

“Killing me, Vanni,” Smiley groaned.

She would have said the same but the world exploded around her when she started to come. Ecstasy ripped through her and she was pretty sure she screamed. Smiley tore his hand from between them and grabbed her hips, driving into her as deep as he could get and jerking with enough force to shake them both as he came too, while snarling her name.

His dick pulsed inside her as if it had a heartbeat. He slowed his tight thrusts until he was still. The firm grip on her hips eased and he leaned forward, his chest pressing against her back. He didn’t crush her with his weight but he definitely had her pinned.

“No female makes me feel the way you do, Vanni,” he rasped, his breathing erratic. “Was that too rough?”

She just shook her head, lacking the energy to turn her head to peer at him. “I loved that.”

He brushed a kiss on her shoulder and stroked her outer thigh. His big hand gentle as he explored her from hip to knee then back again. “Me too. We’re going to do this a lot. Often.”

He stopped playing with her hip, wrapped his arm around her waist and stroked her lower belly. She moaned when he slipped his fingers over her clit and caressed her there. Her vaginal muscles twitched and Smiley groaned.

“I’m going to fuck you again.”

His words surprised her. He still felt hard inside her. He rolled his hips, almost withdrew from her pussy but then drove his dick back in deep. Two fingers captured her clit between them, lightly tugging. She moaned.

“So soon?”

“I’m not like your males.”

Chapter Seventeen

Their short nap had been interrupted by a phone call. Smiley had kissed Vanni’s cheek and told her to go back to sleep. He’d been notified of a meeting he had to attend. She’d gotten out of bed the second the front door closed and stood on unsteady feet. Every muscle from the waist down seemed to hurt. She groaned and made it to the bathroom to soak in a hot tub.

“What do you expect? You’re doing Mr. Fitness,” she muttered when her legs trembled after she climbed out. Her inner thigh muscles burned a bit and her lower ass wanted to go on strike with each step. The bath alleviated her discomfort.

She bent at the waist to dry her hair and groaned. Her girl parts were fine but she might have strained the muscles in her ass. She finished rubbing her hair and used the counter to help her straighten.

The image in the mirror made her cringe. Her hair hung in wet, stringy strands and her lips appeared swollen from Smiley’s kisses. She turned away from her reflection and wrapped the towel around her middle.

“Must work out more,” she muttered, limping to the bedroom. She made it to the bed and just fell over, happy to be off her feet. She stared at the phone on the bedside table and wanted to call Beth. Her friend would laugh at her dilemma. Beth would find it funny but all it did was make Vanni wonder how she was going to hide her discomfort from Smiley.

The phone rang and she groaned, stretching out to get it in case it was Smiley calling to check on her. “Hello?”

“Were you date-raped and drugged?”

She winced, identifying her brother’s stern voice. “Hi, Count. No. It’s not true if you heard that story.”

“What the hell have you gotten us into then?”

She tried to think of what to say.

“Answer the damn question,” he demanded. “Mom and Dad are AWOL and we’re sequestered in a hotel. Of all the guys you had to fuck around with, you picked a New Species? Couldn’t you have had a last fling with a stripper at your bachelorette party like any normal person?”

She rolled onto her back, gripping the phone to her ear and stared at the ceiling. “Mom and Dad went to the cabin but I’m sure you already guessed that. It’s where they always go.”

“That’s all you have to say? You wrecked our lives this week. I want answers. What the hell is going on? You’re lucky I didn’t shoot the security team that arrived. We heard something about you holding a press conference and that you’d been victimized by the NSO and then they showed up here, saying we were in danger. You should have warned us what kind of hell was about to rain down on our family.”

She hated the tears that filled her eyes. She was the baby of the family and had always tried really hard to fly under the radar. Count had every right to be angry. “I’m sorry.”

“Sorry doesn’t change the fact that you embarrassed this entire family and we’re all paying for it. I don’t even know what to think. What kind of idiot goes to a bar and picks up a stranger? Then you had to do it with cameras rolling so it was fodder for everyone to see. We raised you better!” He cursed. “Knock that off, Mia. I’m talking to her.”

“You’re being a prick,” her sister insisted from somewhere close to the phone. “Let me talk to her.”

“I’m not done,” Count insisted. “Couldn’t she have made cooking videos or something if she wanted to be an internet sensation? Fuck no. Our sister has to become an interspecies porn star.”

“Goddamn it!” Mia yelled. “Give me the phone, barf breath. Did you brush your teeth? Your poor wife. Go find a toothbrush. Do I need to remind you of the shit you pulled in high school? Do your cop buddies know you used to smoke weed? Don’t jump her ass.”

“She’s not in high school. She’s an adult.”

Vanni winced. Her siblings were fighting because of her. They were close in age and it could get ugly once they started. The usually mature pair turned into a set of five-year-olds occasionally when they argued. Mia must have won the wrestling match over the phone since Count howled in pain and Mia’s voice came over the receiver.

“Are you okay, Vanni? Ignore our idiot brother. He didn’t mean any of that. We’ve just been really worried. We’ve heard a lot of conflicting things.”

Vanni blinked back the tears. “Count meant it. He’s angry.”

“Okay, so he did.” Mia paused and a smacking sound could be heard. Count cursed. “Stop that. Try to take it again and I’ll scratch the shit out of you,” Mia threatened. “I wasn’t kidding about your breath. You smell like ass. Go brush your teeth.”

“I’m getting your husband,” Count taunted.

“Go do that. He’s afraid of my fingernails too when I’m pissed. Try to grab the phone one more time and you’re going to bleed,” Mia warned. “And don’t breathe on my husband. What the hell did you eat?”

“Please don’t fight,” Vanni urged.

“Hang on.” Mia slammed a door. “Ha! It’s locked, jerk!” Her voice lowered. “I’m in the bathroom. He wouldn’t dare kick it down. You should see this place they have us staying in. It’s ritzy as hell. The door probably costs more than his beloved rusted piece-of-junk car he calls a classic.”

“I’m so sorry,” Vanni whispered.

“It’s done. I just hate that we couldn’t talk to you before. Why were you avoiding our calls over the weekend? What is really going on, Vanni?”

“I didn’t mean for any of this to happen.”

“It’s okay. Are you okay? That’s the most important thing.”

“I am.”

“How are you holding up? I can’t imagine what you’re going through.”

“I’m fine.” She wasn’t about to share her sex injuries, which were making her ass and thighs ache. “It’s just been kind of a nightmare with the press and with the Woods Church.”

“The security team said the Woods Church was a threat to us and that’s why we’re here. I knew that family was shit once I found out who the father was. They are a bunch of lunatics. What did Carl do to you? Did he hit you? I didn’t like that asshole. He was too smooth and controlling.”

That astonished Vanni. “I thought you liked him as much as the rest of the family did.”

“I was being nice. I’ve racked my brain thinking why you’d end up getting tanked in a bar and picking up some guy you didn’t know from Adam. I know you too well. Carl either cheated on you or hit you. Which one was it?”

She couldn’t tell her sister the entire story so she hedged over the main parts but shared how he’d tricked her into going to the convention and the way he’d treated her. “I was done. I didn’t mean for that to happen in the bar but I don’t regret it.” That was the truth. “Smiley is here with me. He’s wonderful.”

The silence at the other end of the phone connection became uncomfortable. Her sister finally spoke. “Can he hear what I’m saying?”

“No. I’m alone right now.”

“Are you being held there against your will?”

“No.” Vanni sat up and winced, forgetting her soreness. “Smiley is amazing. The NSO is protecting me from Carl’s dad and his crazy worshipers. They are saying I was drugged and forced to, um, you know.”

“I know. We heard. That’s what I told Count after we watched the news earlier today. You looked happy but scared. I like the way that guy you’re with was so protective of you.”

“Today?”

“When the NSO took you shopping. It was all over the news.”

Vanni’s gaze drifted to the TV on the dresser. She was tempted to turn it on to see if they were playing the footage but she resisted. “It turned kind of hairy when all those people showed up but I’m fine. Really.”

“What kind of threat are you looking at from the Woods Church? Do they want revenge because you dumped Carl? I remember that one religious group who tried to burn a woman alive in front of the gates of the NSO for sleeping with a New Species.” Mia’s voice quavered. “Are they going to want to kill you?”

“Maybe. They are crazy, Mia. I’m safe here though.”

“Thank god. Don’t leave there.”

“I won’t.”

“This Smiley guy is treating you well? He looked pretty concerned today.”

“Yes. He’s really sweet and wonderful.”

“I’m glad to hear it. Count is fit to be tied but don’t let him get to you. You know how our brother is. It’s his twisted and controlling way to be a big asshole when he’s worried. He had a complex as a kid and now he has a badge so he thinks he knows everything. I don’t have to cook or clean so I’m looking at this like a free vacation with a lot of security guards. I just wish they hadn’t given us connecting suites because two more days of listening to our brother and I’m going to consider tossing Count out a window to see if he turns into a bat and can fly.”

Vanni chuckled. It was an old joke. “Thanks, Mia. I was afraid you’d be mad at me too.”

“I’m just worried. You do what your security team says. They seem to know their stuff. They had us packed and hustled out of our homes in short order and put us in the penthouse suites of this hotel. We have the entire top floor so we’re safe.”

“I was worried.”

“We’re more worried about you. You aren’t exactly tough.”

“I’m not a wimp.” She resented the implication.

“No, you’re not, sweetie. You’re just a bit sheltered and we’ve always been protective of you.”

“I’m no longer a child and I’ve told you to stop. I appreciate that you try, at least.”

“I need to go. Count, that rat bastard, blabbed to my husband. They are arguing outside the door. I don’t want them to come to blows.”

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”

Mia suddenly yelled, “Knock it off!”

The call disconnected and Vanni replaced the receiver in the cradle, grateful she wasn’t staying at the hotel with her family. Her siblings’ families living together sounded like a nightmare. They could never be under the same roof for more than a few hours without it turning into pandemonium.

Vanni inched off the bed and cursed. She needed a massage and muscle relaxers. She settled on going to the kitchen for a soda instead since the first two were not viable options. The bags from their shopping expedition were on the counter. She popped open the can and took a sip, deciding to get dressed. Moving around might help ease some of her soreness before Smiley returned.

She also remembered she needed to make some calls. Gregory Woods still had her wallet and all her credit cards. She needed to cancel them but she didn’t want to go against Justice North’s orders about the phone restrictions. She’d asked Smiley and he’d said it would be fine. Canceling and replacing everything would be a hassle.

Smiley hated that everyone in the room had overheard Vanni’s conversation with her sister and brother. The meeting had come to a halt when they’d received word that a phone call had come in for her. It had been patched through Justice’s phone, their side muted. He’d disliked her brother instantly after he’d torn into Vanni. When the phone call ended, he stood.

“I’m going to check on her.”

Justice frowned. “She sounded fine. We’re not done.”

“I don’t know why everyone had to listen in on her conversation.” It wasn’t the first time Smiley had protested.

“I’m sorry about that.” Justice frowned. “But we needed to know what was said. We needed to know if her family is unhappy about her being here and if they resent being held in a hotel. They have a history with Carl Woods and he could use that association to taint their view of us by urging your female to leave Homeland.”

Smiley knew he was right. “That didn’t happen. Her sister told her to stay here where she’s safe.”

“Good thing.”

Smiley shot Jericho a glare. “What does that mean?”

“We just had the bartender delivered to us. I thought you’d want to be present for that instead of tying Vanni to a bed to keep her safe. I would do that if she were my female.”

Fury laughed. “It does work.”

Justice growled low. “Don’t remind me.” He narrowed his gaze on Fury. “And I remember you having Ellie tied to your bed for a different reason.”

“I believe I was hired right after that,” Miles Eron muttered. “You needed a lot of help with your public image.”

Fury’s humor faded. “Who gets the pleasure of scaring the shit out of this human and making him talk?”

“I do,” Smiley volunteered.

Jericho stood. “No. I’ll do it.”

“He drugged me and Vanni.” Smiley faced him, ready to argue his case.

“Exactly. It’s personal. He can’t talk if you lose your temper and break his jaw. Take your feelings out of this by answering my question with complete honesty. Who will terrify the human more? Me or you?”

Smiley hated it but conceded to Jericho’s logic. “Fine but I get to be there.”

“I wouldn’t expect anything less.” Jericho nodded. “The sight of you will make him nervous.”

“I remember when I used to be in charge,” Justice mused. “I even have the nice office and desk.”

“Sorry.” Jericho didn’t look it though.

“I really don’t think this is a good idea,” Miles protested. “I think the task force team is doing a fine job.”

Justice stood. “Noted, Miles. We appreciate your input but this isn’t happening outside the walls of Homeland. Jericho has a good plan. Let’s go. They are holding the human in interview room two. We all want to see this.”

“Are we going to record it?” Fury arched an eyebrow questioningly.

Justice nodded. “We’ll leak it to the press.” He glanced between Smiley and Jericho. “Keep that in mind. Humans are squeamish about things they perceive as too violent or frightening.”

“That’s why I think the task force should handle this.” Miles stood too. “It will appear you terrified this man into a confession. You pay me to tell you what my people will think. There it is.”

“Give it up,” Cindy muttered. “No one else agrees with you.”

Miles spun and glared at her. “What did you say?”

She raised her voice. “We don’t want the NSO to seem as if they need us to handle their security matters. That’s worse than releasing a video of one of them interrogating this bartender. We want people to fear New Species enough not to fuck with them in the future.”

“The task force scares everyone.” Miles glared at her.

“I think Jericho is way more frightening.” She flashed the primate male a smile. “I have total faith in you.”

“Thank you.” Jericho grinned back.

“I still think it’s a mistake.” Miles faced Justice. “Why do you even pay us to handle your press if you refuse to listen to my advice?”

“It’s not for your winning personality,” Cindy muttered low enough that her boss couldn’t hear.

Justice chuckled. “We needed your help handling the shopping excursion. You’re the one who decided to stick around. We’ve got this.”

“I still think it’s a mistake.” Miles shook his head.

Cindy rolled her eyes. “He thinks that tie looks good. I rest my case.” She turned in her chair, drawing everyone’s attention. “Just don’t punch the living shit out of the jerk on camera before you get him to talk. That would be overkill. People might view that as a forced confession. We don’t want anyone screaming about his rights being violated.”

“As if that human gave a shit about that when he drugged us,” Smiley hissed.

“I agree,” Cindy acknowledged. “My heart isn’t bleeding for this dickhead but all I’m saying is, don’t inflict injures that are going to show. The bartender might not have been aware of the danger. It doesn’t excuse it but I’m just saying you must try to keep the camera in mind so we can use it in the media war the Woods Church has started.”

“They wanted someone tossed to their human authorities to be prosecuted. I think we have their pound of flesh,” Justice said as he rounded his desk.

Smiley was outraged. “You’re giving him to the humans?”

Justice stopped next to him. “I have a plan.”

“What would that be? Their justice system isn’t harsh enough. He deserves to be sent to Fuller Prison, not to some human jail cell with television and visitors.” Smiley fisted his hands, that angry.

Justice leaned in and held his gaze. “If there’s anything we’ve learned, it’s that our enemies try to flee the country when we’re after them. The human authorities and news outlets know it too. I want to put enough pressure on Gregory Woods to make him attempt to escape. We’ll be waiting.”

“I can’t listen to this part.” Miles backed toward the door. “I’m out of here. My legal advisors would tell me not to be part of this conversation.” He exited the room.

Justice arched an eyebrow at Cindy. “Are you leaving too?”

She leaned back in her chair. “I have this condition I call impromptu senility. I can’t remember a damn thing when I don’t want to. Go on. I wouldn’t miss this for the world.”

Some of Smiley’s anger dissipated. “You have a team in place to grab him?”

Justice smiled but it didn’t reach his eyes. “We’ll help him disappear. The out world will think he is getting a decent tan on some beach but there is no sunlight where he’s going. Fuller Prison is about to get a little overcrowded though we have no early release program. We’ve ordered new cages already.”

“You don’t legally have to release the identities of whoever you imprison at Fuller.” Cindy grinned. “Score one for the good guys.”

Fury chuckled. “I checked. The staff at Fuller Prison assembled the bunks and received new bedding. They are just waiting to issue clothing to the new prisoners.”

Smiley calmed. “You’re sure he won’t get away?”

“Positive,” Justice swore. “He’s too afraid to piss without a security team outside the door. He just hired two of our undercover task force members. He has no idea who they really are.”

“That’s totally true,” Cindy nodded. “I’ve been researching Gregory Woods for over a year, since he hit the big-time-social-media level. He’s all mouth and no spine. Right now he’s got to be paranoid as hell and I’ve monitored the increase in his security detail in the past few days. He used to keep three suits around him but he’s doubled that number.”

“Our team members have him wired and have cloned all his devices,” Fury announced. “He’s very dependent on his electronics and has already done searches for non-extradition countries to flee to. He also hired a private jet to be waiting on standby. One of our humans is now wearing that company’s pilot uniform. He’ll rush right to our pilot and be flown to where our team will be waiting to take him into custody.”

“What about the son? I want him too.” Smiley wasn’t about to forget that Carl Woods had set Vanni up for his father.

Justice nodded. “He and his father can share a cage. The father won’t leave without the son.”

“By every indication I’ve found, Carl Woods is heavily dependent upon his daddy’s money.” Cindy whipped out an electronic device from her purse on the floor. “He spends more than he makes and to be honest, he’s not the best lawyer. His father paid to open his private practice and gives him the majority of his business.”

She turned the screen to show Justice something. “This is his current debt. The doors to his practice are only open because Daddy saves his ass every month. His home is mortgaged for more than it’s worth and his ass would be homeless and jobless within three months if the money gets cut off. Gregory Woods is a dickhead who loves to keep everyone around him on strings. It’s that pathetic god complex he has. I’d bet the candy bar in my purse that Carl Woods realizes the money gets cut if he doesn’t stick close to his father’s ass. I mean wallet. He’ll also know, if criminal charges are filed against Gregory, the first thing that would happen is they’ll freeze his assets when he evades arrest. That means the money is cut off for sure.”

“What if he doesn’t leave with his father?” Smiley wasn’t willing to risk it.

Fury drew his attention. “Then we’ll pick him up a few weeks after his father disappears. Everyone will assume he just met up with him later. They’ll be accurate.”

“Especially when they foreclose on his house and evict him from his nice office suites,” Cindy added. “Even his car is a rental.”

“And Bruce? I want him the most. He Tasered Vanni and made threats.” Smiley wasn’t about to allow that male to get away with hurting her.

Justice leaned back. “We did a background check on him. You want to hit someone and make them bleed? He’s all yours.”

Fury growled. “He enjoys hurting females. He’s been arrested six times for beating and terrifying them. The females dropped the charges after the police suspected he made threats. Gregory Woods told your Vanni we have a graveyard of our enemies. I think we should start one.”

“Now, Fury.” Justice shot him an amused look. “He would make horrible fertilizer. I wouldn’t want to expose our vegetation to his remains.”

“True. He is a piece of shit though.”

Justice nodded and held Smiley’s gaze. “Leave him alive after you teach him how it feels to be hit. We’ll get him when the teams bring in Gregory. I think death would be too kind. Let him spend his life in a cage. He doesn’t like to leave his boss’ side. We’ll help him obtain that goal. Let’s go.”

Cindy stood. “I wish I could come with but Miles is probably waiting in the car. He wanted to leave after the meeting and you can guess who is driving. It wouldn’t be him.” She walked over to Smiley. “I’m glad you got the girl.” She winked. “Hold on to that one. She seems like a keeper.”

Smiley nodded in agreement and followed the men out of Justice’s office to Security. He entered the holding cell first, recognizing the bartender from the hotel. The male’s eyes widened upon seeing Smiley. He tensed in his chair.

“You do remember me.” Smiley kept away from the male and crossed his arms over his chest. “I remember you.”

Jericho entered the interrogation room and slammed the door. “I’ll do the talking.”

Smiley showed fangs but stepped to the side. He glared at the male who was handcuffed to the chair but made sure he stood out of the range of the camera set up in the corner. Jericho rumbled loudly as he stalked forward. It was a sound meant to intimidate the human.

“I didn’t do anything!” The human’s eyes were wide with fear.

Jericho crouched a few feet from the male, just glaring at him. Smiley noticed he’d tilted his head up enough that the lighting in the room would catch the red hues of his eyes. The bartender tried to scoot the chair back but realized it wouldn’t move. He broke out in a sweat.

“I don’t like liars,” Jericho rasped as the rumble emanating from his chest deepened. “Do I look amused? You’re wasting my time. I want to know what happened in that bar.”

“I just served the drinks.”

“Let me rephrase that. I know what happened but I want you to admit what you did.” Jericho took a deep breath, expanding his chest and nostrils. His expression showed his anger. “Confession is good for the soul, I’ve been told. So confess.”

A good minute ticked by. The bartender tried to glance away but his gaze kept going back to Jericho’s intense glare. He trembled. “Okay. All right. This guy approached me before my shift and paid me four hundred bucks to slip something into a pair of drinks. He said it was going to be a joke.”

“Really?” Jericho stood. He cracked his knuckles. “What was so funny? Share how this joke worked on my friend because I could really use a laugh. I want specific details.”

“Um, maybe he didn’t say it was meant to be funny. He was with that church group.”

“What church?”

“I forgot their name. You know the one with the heavyset preacher guy who has a whiney voice?”

“No.”

“He’s always going on about protecting the human race and how wrong it is that you weren’t sent to live in zoos.” He blanched. “I don’t feel that way though. I don’t! I’m so cool with New Species and the entire NSO thing. My girlfriend has a poster of Justice North on her fucking bedroom wall.”

“You resent that?”

The human’s face reddened. “No.”

“I don’t believe that. Justice is a handsome male.”

The human clenched his teeth. “She tells me I need to work out more.”

Jericho snorted. “I bet that isn’t good to hear.”

“She thinks he’s perfect.”

“Perhaps he is.”

“No guy is. And he’s a cat. She named her kitten after him. It’s all kinds of fucked-up.”

Smiley winced and glanced toward the camera, hoping Justice didn’t take offense. His focus returned to the male. It made him happy he wasn’t feline or canine. Primates were harder for humans to own as pets so he doubted there were many being named after him. Of course no one had known about him until the footage of him and Vanni behind the hotel was released. His name hadn’t gotten out until the shopping excursion.

“Get to the point. This male approached you to do what?”

“He handed me this little glass bottle with a liquid drug inside it. I was supposed to wait for a New Species to come into the bar and when some chick came in and sat next to him I was told to split the dosage in half and put it their drinks.”

“What drug?”

“Hell if I know. He said it would be entertaining. That’s the word he used.”

“What was his name?”

The human shifted in his seat. “I’m not sure. I didn’t ask. He was a big meathead. You know the type.”

“I don’t. Tell me.” Jericho crouched again, balancing his weight on the balls of his feet.

It seemed to frighten the human, having Jericho that close again. “A little over six feet tall. Dark crew-cut hairstyle. He didn’t have a neck.”

“Keep describing him.”

“He looked like he was on steroids, okay? All muscles and not much of a talker. I didn’t pay too much attention to his looks. I didn’t want to date the asshole. I just took the cash and the drug from him. I did what I was supposed to.” He paused. “I really needed the money. My old lady is always complaining about how I don’t take her to nice places and she’s been hinting for me to buy her a ring. Diamonds aren’t cheap. It’s kind of her fault if you really think about it.”

“Could you pick him out of a lineup?”

The human hesitated and Jericho rumbled deep within his chest.

“Yes!” The human nodded. “I could. He was in the bar a few times. He drinks bourbon with ice.”

The door opened and one of the task force members entered with a large envelope. He opened it and withdrew some eight-by-ten photographs. “Tell me when you see him.”

The human chose the third photograph. “That’s him.”

“You’re sure?” Jericho stood.

“Yeah. He’s got a jagged scar on the back of his left wrist. I saw it when he was drinking at the bar. It was kind of hard to miss. He’s tan and it’s pretty stark in comparison. You notice that shit when you’re chatting up customers when it’s slow. He wasn’t a talker so I thought he might be ex-military. They tend to be loners when they come in and I knew he was working security detail for someone at the hotel.”

“How did you know that?”

The human grimaced. “He had one of those earpieces with the cord running down to his collar and he was packing a gun. He had a left-side shoulder holster on. The suit was expensive so I knew he wasn’t there to rob the place. Could have been secret service because we’ve had them in the hotel before but they never drink while on duty. This guy was in there often. He kept talking to some guy named Gregory through his earpiece thing. The first time it happened, I thought he was talking to me and couldn’t read my nametag but then he said it was his boss.”

Smiley breathed easier. They had linked the drugging to Gregory Woods. He turned and opened the door. He wanted to see Vanni. She’d be happy to know the bartender had confessed and he’d identified Bruce’s photo.

Chapter Eighteen

Vanni hung up, glad it was over. She’d notified both credit card companies and was relieved to learn no charges had been made. Replacing her driver’s license and her medical insurance cards, along with some store discount cards, would have to wait. Those were things she had to do in person once she left Homeland.

She called her office, getting her boss. Glen seemed happy to hear from her. “When are you coming back in?”

“I’m not sure.” She hated the silence.

“I can’t afford to pay a temporary agency forever, Vanni.”

She translated that into what he wasn’t saying. She needed to get her life in order or he’d have to let her go. “I’m so sorry about this, Glen. You’re being very understanding. I know I need this week for personal time for sure. I do have some vacation time coming. The wedding is off so there won’t be a honeymoon.”

“I assumed that after I saw the news. It’s kind of been the talk of the building. Carl hasn’t been seen either. Are you all right?”

“I’m better off without him. He turned out to be an ass.”

“Men rarely react gracefully when they are cheated on.”

She winced. “That’s not exactly how it was. We’d kind of, well, it’s a long story.”

“You have two weeks. You’re excellent at your job and until now, a prized employee, but this is a business.”

“I totally understand. Thank you, Glen. I’ll call you again soon.”

She hung up just as the front door opened and Smiley walked in. She stood and forced a smile. “How did your meeting go?”

He approached. “What’s wrong?”

It amazed her that he could sense her moods so easily. “It’s not important.”

“Talk to me.” He sat on the couch and patted the spot next to him. She walked over and sat. He smelled good and looked even better.

“My siblings called. Then I made some calls about my credit cards and another to my boss. My brother is an ass but that’s nothing new. My sister was surprisingly fantastic. She’s usually not so understanding. My boss gave me two weeks to get back or I’m fired.” She paused. “On an up note, no one messed with my credit cards. I canceled them.”

He reached out and played with a lock of her hair. “You don’t need your job. You could stay here with me.”

Vanni didn’t know what to say to that. She changed the subject. “How did your meeting go? Was it about us?”

Smiley released her hair and took her hand. “They brought the bartender in. He identified Bruce as the male who paid him to drug us.”

That information comforted her. “He’s under arrest?”

“For the moment. We’re releasing footage of his confession to the news outlets first. It will apply pressure to Gregory Woods to flee to avoid your police. We hope he will take Bruce and his son with him. That’s when they’ll pay.”

“By being arrested?”

Smiley hesitated. “It’s not that simple.”

“They’ll get away with what they did?” It angered her.

“No. It’s just that our laws will handle this instead of yours.”

“What does that mean?”

“Your laws are less harsh. Gregory and the males who work for him will pay for drugging us and for keeping you against your will. I promise they won’t get away with it.”

“I’ll testify against them.”

He smiled. “You don’t have to go to your court. You told Justice what happened and that’s enough. You’re safe here, Vanni. They will never get the opportunity to hurt you again.”

“You’re confusing me,” she admitted.

“They are going to pay and will never know freedom again.”

“Even Carl?”

He didn’t seem to like her question, his body growing rigid and his expression stern. “Don’t feel pity for that male. He lured you into a trap and didn’t protect you.”

Put that way, she nodded. She’d never forget him walking out that door and leaving her there with his father and Bruce. “I know. He’s a jerk.”

“You could have been seriously harmed or killed. I won’t ever forget that. You shouldn’t either.”

“I won’t.”

“Good.” He studied her features. “I don’t want you to leave me, Vanni.”

Her heart raced a little. She’d miss him if she left Homeland. She could visit him on weekends if he was at Homeland but it would be tough. A long-distance relationship would be difficult for any couple. She wanted to be with a man she got to see on a regular basis. Carl had been a weekend-only dater for the most part and it had helped him hide his true flaws.

“I know this is fast but I’m willing to marry you.”

She hadn’t expected that.

He slid off the couch to his knees in front of her and adjusted his body until he had her pinned. He took both her hands. “I’ll be a good mate. I’ll make sure you are happy, Vanni.”

“I…” She was speechless.

“You were willing to marry Carl Woods.” He said the name as if it were distasteful. “I’m a much better male than he could even dream of achieving. I’d never hurt you. I’d never allow anyone else to hurt you either. I really would kill someone to protect you. You would be everything to me. Tell me your concerns.”

She licked her lips, trying to think past the surprise of his proposal. “We barely know each other.”

“I’m Species. We don’t need a lot of time to know our hearts.” He leaned in closer. “I don’t have human relationship flaws.”

That made her smile. “Which would those be?”

“I don’t need to date many females before I decide on one because I know what I want and need. That would be you. You make me happy. I feel all the things I’ve always dreamed of. I don’t fear commitment. I welcome it. I won’t take you for granted the way most humans do the females in their lives. I’ve been alone my entire life and I’d cherish spending every moment with you.”

Tears filled her eyes. She blinked them back. It was probably the sweetest, most open conversation a man had ever had with her. Most men hid their feelings but Smiley opened himself up wide. The look in his soft brown eyes, the earnestness that shone there, expressed his level of honestly.

“We could be happy, Vanni.”

“What if we get to know each other better and that changes? This is the honeymoon stage.”

One eyebrow arched. “What is that?”

“Almost every relationship is great at the start. Both people are on their best behavior but they let their guard down after a while. Then you get to see their flaws. You might not like me a month from now.”

“Are you deceiving me?” He frowned. “Are you pretending to be someone else?”

“No.”

A smile curved his lips. “I know that. You are bad at hiding your emotions and have a very expressive face.” He grew serious. “You’ve seen me at my worst, Vanni.”

He’d been wonderful to her. “I don’t believe that.”

“I’ve been surly since you came into my life. I’m afraid a male is going to draw your interest. I feel jealousy and worry that you might want someone else. It’s why I’ve been so angry when they are near. I took the name Smiley because I was happy to be freed and swore to enjoy every day to the fullest. Jericho called me grumpy and he was correct. I admitted that I’ve killed humans in the past and would do so again if I had to. I don’t imagine that’s a good trait, yet I want you to know me. These are the things I would have hidden if I wanted to deceive you.”

He made really good points. “I would never think badly of you. You have to protect yourself and the people you love. I appreciate you trusting me enough to tell me the truth about what you’ve endured.”

“Does it frighten you, knowing that I can be deadly to my enemies?”

She shook her head.

His hold on her hands eased and he let go of one to reach up and caress her cheek with his thumb. “You could enrage me and I’d walk away. Is that a fear? I can’t see me ever getting angry with you but I’d never turn it on you. We hear about domestic violence in your world.” His hand stilled, just lightly touching her. His voice harshened. “That would never happen. I’d never touch you in anger. Ever.”

“I don’t think you would.”

His expression relaxed. “Good. Do you know what would happen to a Species who abused his mate?”

She shook her head.

“He wouldn’t survive long. I’d take him out myself but I’d have tough competition to reach him first. Other males would hunt him down too, along with our females. We don’t abide that kind of thing.” He took a few deep breathes. “I’m enraged that Carl Woods put you in danger. I’ll make him bleed a lot if I ever get my hands on him. I know that isn’t something you’d like to hear but this is total honesty. I’m not hiding that from you.”

Vanni smiled. “You’d totally kick his ass.”

“I would.” He smiled. “I’d enjoy it. I hope that doesn’t disturb you.”

“No. I wouldn’t mind taking a swing at him myself.”

He chuckled. “You, violent? I can’t see it.”

“Everyone has bad days. Bruce and Gregory are monsters. I hit Bruce with a bottle and hurt him but I’d planned to attack Gregory. He wasn’t in the limo.”

All humor faded from Smiley’s features. “I was informed of what you did. I don’t want you to relive it, Vanni. You were smart and very brave. You did what you had to in order to survive. I’m very glad of that. I only wish you’d hit him harder or he’d have died from the bullet meant for you.”

“They threatened to kill Beth.”

“You never need to excuse or explain it.” He leaned in closer until their breaths mingled and he caressed her cheek again with his thumb. “Stay with me. We will be happy. We can commit to making it work. We’ll talk everything out. You only need to tell me if I do something that makes you unhappy and I’ll do everything in my power to change it.”

“I want to say yes,” she admitted. “I’m just afraid of getting my heart broken.”

“Never,” he rasped. “I’ll be a good mate to you. What are your fears? Tell me.”

“I’ve been cheated on.”

“It won’t happen. You’re the only female for me. Did you know mates get addicted to their females?”

Her eyes widened, surprised. “How?”

“Other females will scent bad to me. I’ll only get hard smelling and seeing you.”

“Seriously?”

He nodded. “Our bond will grow every day and I’ll only want you. I already do.” He paused. “Another female offered to share sex with me since we met. I turned her down. The thought horrified me. I only want you, Vanni.”

Smiley regretted admitting that immediately when he saw Vanni’s expression. He’d gone too far with the honesty. He felt her tense under his touch. He stopped stroking her cheek and took her hands again, refusing to let her go.

“It was after I returned to Homeland with the drug still in my system. A female thought I was suffering. I was but I didn’t want her. Even in pain, I only want you. Please don’t get upset.”

“Was it Cindy?”

He frowned. “No. Why do you think that?”

“You two seemed friendly. She’s cute.”

Was she jealous? It made him happy. It meant she felt possessive of him. That was good. “I’ve never touched Cindy in that way. She works for the NSO and has showed no interest in me. She is attracted to a male who lives at Reservation. She watches him when he isn’t looking. Some of us have noticed. It was a Species female who is a friend of mine.”

“You’ve had sex with her?”

He flinched. “It isn’t anything serious. We’re not involved in a relationship. Species females hardly ever share sex with the same male within a short time span. It’s complicated but there isn’t a romantic element involved.”

“But you’ve slept with her?”

Vanni appeared confused and he understood. She was unfamiliar with his kind and very naïve. He needed to explain. “Sex can just be for pleasure and to feel linked to another person for a short time. In your world I believe the term is booty calls. Species females hook up with males when they wish to share sex but they aren’t dating or involved the way humans have romantic relationships. We have friendships and also share sex sometimes. You and I have more than that. I’ve never shared sex with a female and wanted to mate her. Only you, Vanni. You’re special to me. Please believe that. I won’t ever share sex with anyone else but you.”

She looked uncertain. “So you won’t sleep with her again?”

“No. Never.”

She stared into his eyes, seeming to search for the truth. He kept eye contact. “Okay.”

Relief spread through him. He needed to think before he spoke. “What are your other fears?”

“I don’t want to have a long-distance relationship.”

“Nor do I.”

“What about when you are working? Are you ever gone for weeks?”

“You go where I go. Mates stay together. I’m sent to Reservation from time to time but I could refuse if you wish to stay here. It’s not mandatory for me to travel between both locations. We have the option to say no. It’s respected. Species want other Species to be happy. They will work around our needs. We just have to live at the NSO. It’s too dangerous in your world. We had a male who lived in the out world and he was kidnapped with his female. Your family and friends can visit.” He glanced around at the living room. “They’d be comfortable here, wouldn’t they?” He held her gaze.

She nodded. “Yes.”

“Being with me doesn’t mean you have to give up the other people you love. It just would be safer for them to spend time with you here, behind our walls.” He hesitated. “It could be an issue with them though.”

“They aren’t prejudiced.”

“Our enemies are. You’ve already been linked to me though. The damage has been done. We’ll do everything we can to protect them.”

He hated the way worry crinkled the corners of her eyes. “I will say that the few mates who have family and friends in the out world didn’t have too much difficulty after the first few weeks. The media coverage died down and they have been left alone.”

“That’s good. Especially since everyone I’m close to is already in hiding from the Woods Church and the media.”

“Very true.” He waited for her to express other objections. She was thinking. He could almost see the wheels of her mind spinning. It was cute how easy she was to read. She locked on to something because she gripped his hands a little tighter, staring intently at him but said nothing.

“What is it?”

“I wanted to have kids one day. Would you consider allowing me to carry a baby? We could go to a doctor and set it up. They’d use donated sperm from someone to impregnate me in a surgical setting. I know it wouldn’t be biologically your child since you can’t have them but would you think about it? Is it possible that you could love a baby that is created that way? I would adopt a baby if I wasn’t able to carry one of my own. I’d love it anyway. Could you?”

Her rushed words poured out, stunning Smiley. She gasped a breath before he could respond.

“I know it’s asking a lot but I really want to be a mother one day. It’s part of the reason I agreed to marry Carl. I’m not saying we need to do it right away but I want that option. I love my niece and nephews. I didn’t give birth to them but I want that. Children. A family. With you.”

His gut tightened and emotion choked him. She wanted babies with him one day and to become a family. It was a dream of his as well.

“Too much to ask? I’m sorry. I know some men are weird about that.” She tried to tug her hands away, a resigned look on her face.

He clasped them tightly, refusing to let go. “Vanni, we can have children.”

She blinked. “Are you just saying that? It wouldn’t bother you raising a baby or two that is all human?”

He leaned in and brushed his lips over hers. He released her hands and rose to take a seat on the couch next to her. She watched him. He just turned and lifted her, putting her across his lap. She allowed it but he could see he’d surprised her. He held her close and kept eye contact.

“I was hesitant to tell you this after what the Woods Church told you. We want to live in peace with humans. We never want to take over the world. Running the NSO is difficult enough. Do you believe that?”

She nodded.

“They fear us but there’s no reason to. A lot of the ones who hate us are waiting for us to die. They think Species are a blight with a limited time on their Earth. Mercile attempted to breed us but it never worked. We’re still trying to figure out why but since we were freed some children have been born.”

He could see her confusion.

“We hide them from your world. We fear for their safety. The male I told you about who lived in your world and who was taken with his female were kidnapped for a reason. They wanted to use her against him to make him do as they demanded. It seems there’s a black market for Species babies—as exotic pets. Do you understand our fears and horror? They want to enslave our children the way we were. They stole the male to attempt to figure out how to create more.”

“Oh god.”

“They would steal our children and sell them. Worse, some would wish them killed outright to prevent Species from multiplying and having a future. Morons like the members of Woods Church would spread their fear that we’ll overrun the humans. It’s not true. We just want to live in peace.”

Tears filled her eyes but she blinked them back.

“I trust you with their lives by telling you this, Vanni. You can’t share this news with anyone without endangering the Species children. There aren’t many, but some. It’s possible for me to get you pregnant if we’re both in good health and blessed. My genetics are stronger than yours. The question isn’t whether I would be willing to be father to a human child. More importantly, would you be willing to mother a Species child? He would look like me, a primate. All our children are born male. It’s the way we were created in Mercile’s laboratories.”

“I’ll never tell and I’d love to have kids that are just like you.”

Warmth spread through his chest, as well as an overriding sense of relief when she smiled. No deceit showed and he knew he could trust her words. “I want you to be my mate, Vanni. I want to spend the rest of my life with you in my arms. I’ll marry you in an official human ceremony. I know you will want that.”

“That doesn’t matter to me.”

He scowled. “It’s important to all humans.”

She wrapped her arms around his neck and he liked the way she rested her head against his shoulder. It proved she trusted him when she snuggled closer. “I got kind of sick of making wedding plans. It burned me out. Would you elope with me?”

“What is that? I’ll do it but you need to tell me what to do first.”

She chuckled. “You would do it, huh? What if it’s something horrible?”

“I’ll still do it for you if it makes you happy.”

She eased her hold on his shoulders and cupped his face. Her kiss was welcome when she planted her lips on his. He tried to deepen it but she pulled back though she stayed close.

“Elope means we run away together and just get married. Sometimes you invite a few close friends. I don’t want a big wedding. It would remind me of the nightmare with Carl.”

“Where would you like to elope to? I’ll arrange it.” She was saying yes. He’d make it happen. “We have a helicopter and we’ll take a security detail.”

“We could do it here. I don’t care where. It’s just supposed to be somewhere pretty and private so we can enjoy doing it together.”

“Reservation,” he decided. “I know the exact spot. Would that be okay?”

“I need to take Beth. She’s my best friend. She’d never forgive me otherwise. Who is your best friend?”

“I have a few.”

“Invite them.”

“What about your siblings and parents?”

She shook her head. “No way.”

“You don’t want your family there?” It concerned him. “Will they be upset if you marry me?”

“Not you specifically but I’d rather send them a video afterward. My brother is being a butt. My sister already tried to take over my wedding once. She and Mom were yelling at each other when we went to pick out my dress. Beth got into it with them when we were picking out bridesmaid dresses. They wanted to put her in purple. She hates that color. You have no idea how stressful and awful a big wedding can be. Everyone wants to put in their two cents and they fight. A wedding should be about the bride and groom committing to each other. Everyone seems to forget that.”

He arched his eyebrows. “It sounds stressful.”

“We won’t have that.” Vanni smiled. “We’ll keep it simple. You, me, Beth, your friends and a minister. That’s all we need.”

“That will make you happy?”

“Yes.”

“You’ll be my mate?” He wanted to make sure before he allowed too much excitement to hit.

“Yes.” Her features grew animated. “This is crazy, isn’t it?”

“No. This is wonderful and perfect. You’re perfect.” He slid his hand into her hair and cupped the back of her head gently, pulling her forward.

He loved to kiss Vanni. Her lips were soft and she opened up to him. He could easily get addicted to her taste and wanted to. He felt a little guilty for not telling her it was possible she might already be carrying his child. He wanted to give them a little more time together before he shared that information. She wanted babies. That was the biggest hurdle down. She wanted them with him.

The doorbell rang. Smiley regretfully dragged his mouth from hers. He wanted to take her into the bedroom and make love to her. He groaned. “I need to get that or they will come inside.”

“Okay.” She smiled at him, her cheeks flushed and rosy.

“You’re so beautiful.” He would never stop telling her that. He lifted her off his lap and stood, having to adjust his stiff dick. It wasn’t comfortable crossing the room with a hard-on. He unlocked the door and jerked it open just enough to peer out, shielding his lower half from whoever had bad timing.

Jericho sighed when he saw him. “Sorry. We need to speak.”

“Not now.”

The male crossed his arms over his chest. “Now.”

Smiley lowered his voice. “She just agreed to be my mate. Go away.”

“You said you’d wait awhile before signing papers,” the male grumbled.

“If they asked me to sign them. I want to do it. She’s mine. We are going to elope.”

“What the hell is that?”

“Get married.”

Jericho opened his mouth then closed it. He shifted his stance. “We know who sold the drug to the Woods Church. There’s going to be a meeting about it in Security. I thought you’d want to be there.”

“Who was it?”

“Does the name Dean Polanitis ring any bells?”

“I could never forget that bastard. He ran Drackwood Research.”

“His people turned on him during interrogation at Fuller.”

“Do we know how much of the drug he sold?”

Jericho hissed. “A few hundred doses at least.”

“Shit!”

“We have to recover all of it. We’ll have to worry every time we leave the NSO otherwise. They could dose us or the females near us. Our enemies could also sell it or hire a chemist to figure out how to make more to put into the mainstream human population. Imagine that horror. The human males without honor could use it against their counterparts.”

Smiley was aware of Vanni walking up behind him. His erection wasn’t an issue anymore. He opened the door wider and made space for her to stand next to him, putting his arm around her. “Did you hear all of that?” One look at her face assured him of the answer. Her features appeared grim.

“I heard. You should go to this meeting. Jericho is right. You have to find that drug and destroy it.”

“We have a wedding to attend.”

She peered up at him. “It can wait. This can’t. What if they drug someone else?” She clutched his shirt. “I don’t want anyone to suffer the way we did. It’s the worst pain I’ve ever felt in my life.”

He knew she was right. “They don’t need me. You’re my priority.”

“You have no idea how much that means to me but this is important too.”

“She’s right,” Jericho announced.

“Fine.” Smiley rubbed her back. “I’ll return soon.”

“I’ll be waiting.”

He lowered his head and placed a kiss on her forehead. “I’ll hurry.”

Chapter Nineteen

Security was a hive of activity when Smiley and Jericho arrived. The human task force was assembled and entered ahead of them. There was also a familiar vehicle parked nearby, a transport van from Fuller Prison. Smiley frowned.

“They brought a few of the prisoners here. Darkness and I want a shot at them,” Jericho informed him.

“We need Gregory Woods and the male who works for him, the one who Tasered my Vanni.”

“We’ll get them,” Jericho assured him. He jerked open the door and they entered the building. Loud voices led them to the main operations center. It was standing room only.

Justice climbed up on a chair and snarled, commanding silence and everyone’s attention. He paused until he had everyone’s attention before he spoke.

“We leaked the video of the bartender to the press. It hit every broadcast about twenty minutes ago. We need everyone here because shit is hitting the fan faster than we believed it would.”

Smiley clenched his fists. He didn’t like hearing that. He preferred operations that ran smoothly. Justice seemed angry and frustrated, never a good sign.

“Trey Roberts!”

A male standing in the corner responded, “Here.”

Justice pinned him with a stare. “You are in charge of the two teams tracking Gregory and Carl Woods. Report.”

“Gregory is freaking out. He screwed up by using one of the phones we cloned instead of a new disposable one to call our pilot. He ordered him to prepare the plane and to be on standby. He also called his attorney. He’s going to make a run for it.”

“His son?”

Trey nodded. “Carl Woods is packing right now. He’s at his home. We’ll grab them after they land. You wanted records of him flying away from the airport for the authorities. Our pilot will fly low under the radar to make tracking the small plane difficult. We cleared a remote road near Reservation for him to land. Crews are still there in preparation of giving him some light if it happens after dark. The pilot is planning on telling his passengers they are having engine trouble and need to make an emergency landing. New Species will be waiting to take them into custody.”

“Good.” Justice turned, pointing at Tim. “Report.”

“We have small teams at each residence and at the church with a few of your canine males to help them execute a search. They are on standby to toss each location. Say the word and they go in.”

Justice nodded. “I think Gregory will want to travel with the drug so we’ll wait until they are in custody. I don’t want to invade human places unless we need to. It could draw too much attention. We want to appear as if we had nothing to do with their disappearance, if possible.” Justice swept his gaze around the room. “We’re on high alert. Is that clear? The church may stage a distraction to keep us busy. We have no idea of their exact numbers since he televises his show. Keep in close contact with your teams. Move out!”

The room cleared of all nonessential officers. Justice jumped down and approached Darkness. He stopped in front of him.

“We have four prisoners from Fuller. I want to know everything they know about this drug and how much of it was sold. I want verification of the numbers we were told. I hate surprises. Make certain there was only one purchaser. We need to make sure we go after every dose.”

Darkness nodded. “Whatever it takes.”

Justice turned toward Jericho and Smiley. “Thank you for coming. Help Darkness. Don’t kill them but I want answers. Medical is on standby if they are needed.”

“Understood.” Jericho cracked his knuckles. “Intimidate first then break bones if that doesn’t work.”

“Whatever it takes,” Justice repeated Darkness’ words. “I’ll be here. We’re keeping in constant contact with Reservation. They are on high alert too. Gregory Woods has a lot of supporters. They aren’t going to be happy that their leader is about to flee the country. They’ll blame us.” A cold smile curved his lips. “They would be correct, for once.” He spun away, moving toward the males and females monitoring the cameras.

Jericho jerked his head, motioning for them to move out, and Smiley followed Darkness. They entered the back part of the building where the interrogation rooms were. A male was assigned to each door. The mood was forbidding. Darkness turned. “I’ll take room one. You two team up for room two.”

“I can handle a prisoner myself.” Smiley held Darkness’ gaze. “I won’t lose my temper.”

The male frowned. “You’re not known for being overly aggressive, Smiley, but under the circumstances you might be. I’d rather not have to patch them up and keep them in the basement until they are cleared for return to Fuller. Intimidation is far better than violence.”

“I can be intimidating.” He allowed his anger to show. “I won’t lose control and damage anyone.”

Darkness blew out a breath. “Take room three but I’ll be in to monitor you shortly. I’ll scare the shit out of this one and give him a little time to think I’m about to kill him.”

Smiley paused outside room three and allowed his emotions to surface. Just thinking about the night he and Vanni had been drugged and all the things that could have gone wrong enraged him. He threw open the door and stomped inside. The human male handcuffed to a chair that was bolted to the floor jumped, his complexion already pale from living at Fuller Prison.

“Hello, human.” He slammed the door behind him and cracked his knuckles, making a show of it. “You can call me Pure Hell. That’s what you’re going to experience if you don’t tell me exactly what I want to know.” He approached the prisoner, keeping that anger alive inside. “I know we tend to be less violent than the felines and canines but don’t relax because I’m a primate. That would be a mistake.” He paused in front of the male and bent a little, glaring at him. “I have a mate. That makes me the most dangerous Species you’ve ever come into contact with. She was drugged.”

“I had nothing to do with that.” The male had an annoying whine to his voice.

“Drackwood created a version of the breeding drug for humans. She’s human. You’re guilty. You sold that shit to other humans.”

“It was Dean. He’s the one who sold it. It was his brainchild to weaken the dosages until it wouldn’t kill women.”

Smiley moved fast, grabbing the guy’s jaw. He applied enough pressure to bruise. “What did you do at Drackwood?”

“I’m Dr. Kent Berter. I ran research trials.”

“So you were the one who hurt Jeanie Shiver?”

His eyes widened. “No. That was Dr. Brask. I was animal research only. I refused to do human trials. Dean asked me first but I said no way. It’s one thing to kill a rat but something else entirely to watch a person suffer.”

“You worked for Mercile.”

“Drackwood. I never worked for Mercile Industries. We had nothing to do with New Species until some of them were transferred to our facility after they were shut down. We only had some mutual shareholders. I told all this to the men who interviewed me after I was arrested.”

“Who was the drug sold to?”

“I don’t know. That was above my pay grade.”

“What can you tell me?”

“I know two hundred doses of it were synthesized. I already told your people what I know. Dean authorized it. It happened a week before we were raided. Chris bitched about the mass order and the overtime he had to put in to make it happen. He was our chemist. He’s here. He was brought with me. You’ll have to ask him if any more of it was made. He was the only one qualified to do it.”

Smiley wasn’t willing to call it quits. “You know more.”

“I saw a guy there around that time. I thought he was the buyer. He looked like a professional wrestler or something but he wore a suit. All muscle and kind of scary. He was kind of a dick. I ran into him in the break room and he glared at me. I was afraid of him. He bitched about our shitty coffee, as if it were my fault. I was afraid he was going to punch me out. He wasn’t in a good mood.”

“Did he tell you his name?” Smiley released his face.

The prisoner shook his head. “Dean came in though, and I think he called him Bruce. I remembered it because I have a brother-in-law with that same name and they are polar opposites. I tend to take an interest in traits of people with the same names. I remember thinking he had nothing in common with my sister’s husband.”

Smiley flashed his fangs. It was probably the same male who’d abused Vanni. It was the same description. “What else can you tell me?”

“I got the hell out of there because he complained to Dean the second he walked in that he thought his boss was being robbed. I got the impression he didn’t like the price he was paying. Dean came in carrying one of the freezer cases we use to transport liquid drugs. That’s all I know. As I said, I got the hell out of there. Dean was never a pleasant guy to be around in the first place and that Bruce guy seemed even worse and bigger. I thought they might get into a fist fight or something. Dean never took shit from nobody. Look at me. Do I look like I’m into violence?”

Smiley ran his gaze over the thin male. He didn’t appear very strong or aggressive. “No.”

“That’s all I know. I swear. I don’t even understand why I’m serving time in prison. I mean, sure, I should have called someone when they brought New Species into our facility but I was afraid. They told us they’d kill our families. I just kept my nose to the ground and tried to ignore it all.”

“That’s why you’re at Fuller. You admit you could have made a call to the NSO, yet didn’t. We would have protected you and your family. Instead you chose to do nothing while our people suffered.”

The door opened and Jericho stuck his head in. “Let’s go.”

Smiley followed him into the hallway, closing the door behind him. “What is going on?”

“Woods and his son are on the move. They have left for the airport. I thought you’d want to monitor it all from Security.”

Smiley increased his pace. He wanted to make sure Bruce was with Gregory and Carl Woods. That would mean all the males who had harmed Vanni would be brought to the NSO, to him. He couldn’t wait to get a little payback on her behalf by watching them suffer.

* * * * *

Vanni showered and put on an oversized T-shirt to be comfortable. It was just after seven. Smiley had been gone for a long time. She wished she dared call and check on him. She resisted. She’d told him to go to that meeting but she hadn’t expected it to last all day and into the evening.

She finished her sandwich and eyed the clock over the stove. She sighed and started washing the few dishes she’d used.

The front door swung open and hit the wall. She spun toward the living room. Smiley looked okay as he entered. He slammed the door and strode to her. She opened her mouth to ask him what had happened but never got the chance to speak.

He hooked an arm around her waist and jerked her against his body. His other hand tangled in her hair as he lowered his head. She closed her eyes when his lips came down over hers, his tongue invading her mouth in a passionate kiss that left her breathless.

She gripped his forearms just for something to cling to. His arm around her waist lifted her off her feet. She thought he was going to take her to the bedroom but they didn’t make it that far. The back of her legs hit the cabinets and he set her on top of the island. His hungry mouth played hell on her senses. She no longer cared what had happened as Smiley wiggled his hips to get between her thighs. She parted them wide to make room.

A moan tore from her when he rubbed the front of his pants against her panties. He was hard and it felt good to have the rigid length of his trapped dick in contact with her clit, despite the material between them. He released her hair and reached down to shove up her shirt to get it out of his way. He pulled it over her head and tossed it aside then hooked his fingers in the top edge of her panties. The thin fabric tore.

Smiley pulled his mouth away and went for her throat next. The feel of his fangs and hot tongue on the sensitive skin just under her ear inspired her to wrap her arms around his neck. He reached between them and cupped her pussy. She moaned louder when he used his thumb to massage her clit. Vanni hooked her legs behind his knees, holding him close.

“I missed you,” he rasped between kisses.

“I can tell.”

“I have to have you. Say yes.”

“Yes.”

He made a soft, sexy sound and stopped playing with her clit. She wanted to protest but he nipped her hard with his fangs. A jolt of awareness shot throughout her body. She loved when he did that. It was not hard enough to hurt but it sure put her in the mood.

Smiley shifted his hips and opened his pants. The sound was almost drowned out by their heavy breathing. He returned in seconds and he pressed the thick crown of his cock against her pussy, rubbing it through her slit to her clit. She moaned louder and clawed at his shirt, wishing she could feel skin.

He entered her in one long thrust and Vanni cried out. It felt amazing having him inside her. He froze, buried deep. He stopped kissing her and lifted his head. She opened her eyes and stared into his beautiful soft brown gaze. She noted the concern reflected there.

“Don’t stop.”

“Lie back and use your arms to cushion your head,” he urged.

She didn’t want to let him go but did as he demanded. The granite countertop wasn’t exactly comfortable but she didn’t care when Smiley reached down, gripped her behind her knees and hiked them up. Her ankles rested on the tops of his shoulders and he let go to grip her hips. He dragged her to the edge of the counter and hooked one arm over the top of her thighs to keep them pressed against his chest. He started to fuck her slowly, moving in and out.

Vanni closed her eyes and moaned. She used one arm to pillow her head and reached down, wanting to touch him, finding bare skin at the side of his hip. His hand slid along her belly and he pressed his thumb against her clit, moving it in rhythm with his hips.

“Oh god.”

“That’s it, babe. Let me make you feel as good as you do me. I love being inside you, touching you, looking at you.”

She forced her eyes open to stare up at him. She could understand why he wanted to watch her during sex. Smiley looked fierce in the heat of the moment—mouth slightly open, fangs showing. His gaze was fixed on her and his cheeks were flushed. He bit his lower lip as he picked up the pace, fucking her faster. The friction from his large cock caused pleasure to course through her with every thrust into her body.

“You’re so damn beautiful.” His voice deepened. “I could come just looking at you.”

She gripped his hip where she could touch his skin, trying to avoid getting him with her nails. The tension in the arm holding her thighs eased a little and he shifted his chest, spreading her legs farther to give him better access to her pussy. She looked down, a little embarrassed at the way her breasts jiggled. Smiley rumbled and she glanced up, noting that he was staring at them too.

“Beautiful,” he murmured, fucking her even faster. “Come for me, my Vanni.”

She closed her eyes, concentrating on what he was doing to her body. Her vaginal muscles clenched in eagerness and then she was crying out his name. Ecstasy robbed her of words quickly though.

She was barely aware of him pulling his thumb away from her clit but she did open her eyes when he released her thighs so they were no longer pinned to his chest. He bent them upward, spread them wider and leaned over her. She thought he was going to kiss her but he latched on to one of her nipples instead. He groaned loudly and his cock pulsed inside her. She liked the way she could tell when he came. The warmth of his semen seeped into her as his hips stilled.

Vanni wrapped an arm around his shoulder and played with his hair. Her other hand opened up on his back, exploring the wide expanse of it. He was hot, a little sweaty, but she didn’t care. His weight pinned her to the hard surface of the countertop but she liked it. They felt connected at that moment.

He released her nipple and licked the tip. She shivered a little under him, a bit sensitive. He ran his tongue over the curve of her breast to her chest and then to her neck.

“I love the way you taste.”

“I love the way you feel.”

“Do you want me to move?”

“No. I like you right here, like this.”

“Me too.” He nuzzled her neck, breathing softly against her skin. “But I’m being a bad mate. I bet that counter isn’t too comfortable.”

He said mate. Her heart melted a little. “I don’t care.” She wrapped her legs around his hips to keep him in place.

“Hold tight.”

She hesitated before releasing his hair and locking both arms around his neck. He wiggled his fingers next to her side and she giggled, arching away from them. He slid his hand between her back and the counter. His strength never ceased to amaze her when he lifted her. She gasped, locking her legs tighter around him.

“I could walk.”

He grinned and hooked his arm under her ass. He was still inside her. “You could but this is going to be more fun.” He took a small step and his dick moved inside her. It also rubbed her swollen clit against his lower belly.

Vanni gasped. “Sensitive.”

“I just hope I don’t trip over my pants. That would be bad.”

She recovered and laughed. “Just put me down.”

He shook his head, taking another step. “I’ll twist if I fall so you land on top of me. This is a skill I want to learn.”

“Walking with your pants around your ankles or having me fall on top of you if we go down?” She laughed again.

“Walking, for sure. Think of all the times I could come home from work and nail you in the kitchen then continue it down the hallway until we reach our bed. Tell me that doesn’t sound appealing.”

“It does.” She suddenly had images of waiting by the door for him in sexy lingerie—a concept that appealed to her.

He took another step, then another, until they reached the hallway. He suddenly pressed her ass against the cool wall and started to move inside her in shallow thrusts. Vanni closed her eyes and moaned, loving the sensation his cock created.

“See?” His voice deepened and his lips brushed hers. “Still sensitive?”

“I’ll survive.”

He chuckled and pulled her away from the wall when he took a step back. “We’ll wait until we reach the bed.”

She tightened her hold on him and opened her eyes. “That was mean.”

“I plan to follow through. I just don’t want to really fall. I’m not risking you getting hurt, Vanni. My pants are hooked on my boots.”

She twisted enough to look down. She couldn’t see his feet for all the material covering them. He walked in small steps, his ankles hobbled. He stumbled a little but recovered. She giggled, amused.

“Smooth.”

“That’s me, babe.”

She lifted her chin and stared into his eyes, seeing the amused look in them. “I love that you have a sense of humor.”

They entered the bedroom and she gasped when he suddenly turned, hurling them both toward the bed. They hit with a bounce. The soft mattress cushioned their fall and he rolled, pinning her flat under him.

“That’s good. I like to laugh and I have the best time with you, my Vanni.”

She liked him calling her that. “I have the best time with you too, my Smiley.”

His grin faded and a serious expression wiped out all traces of humor. Vanni sobered too.

“Did I say something wrong?”

“You called me yours.”

“Sorry.”

“Don’t be. I am yours. You’re mine. We’re getting married. I already consider you my mate. Is that okay with you?” He reached up and caressed her cheek. “Don’t break my heart. It will if you deny what is between us.”

“I’d never do that,” she swore.

“I have so many feelings for you.” He played with her hair, wrapping locks of it around his fingers. “Tell me I’m important to you.”

“You are.” She took a deep breath, deciding to be totally honest. “I’m falling in love with you.”

He smiled, all the tension leaving his face. “I’m already in love with you. I have been since we bonded in the back of that SUV. You trusted me to care for you and put your faith in me. You’ll never know what that meant. I went insane when I woke up and learned you’d run away from the task force members. I couldn’t eat or sleep. I worried that you were out there afraid and alone. That someone would hurt you. I want to protect you and keep you safe. I want you in my arms, in my home and with me all the time. I hate being apart from you. You’re all I think about.”

“You’re all I think about too.”

“I’m going to make you happy, Vanni. Trust that. I’ll never hurt you or let you down. It is a good thing that I’m not human because I’ll never cheat on you. I know humans do that. Species don’t. I won’t. You’re all I’m ever going to want. I’ll never allow anyone to harm you. I’d kill them if they tried. You are my first priority. You are the most important thing in my life. That means I place you before all other Species, if you were worried about that. You won’t be an outsider here. As my mate, you are Species.”

“That’s so sweet.” She was a bit overwhelmed.

“It’s not sweet. It’s a fact.”

“Are you sure you want to marry me this fast? We could wait until—”

“Don’t,” Smiley rasped. “I am certain. Forget logic and whatever you were taught in the out world. Your rules of dating don’t apply here. We can be happy. We will be. There’s no need for us to date for months to know we’re right for each other. This is just you and me. See how well we fit together?” He adjusted his hips, his cock still hard inside her. “It’s not about the sex though. I don’t want you to think that’s all there is to our relationship. We’re so much more.”

“I know that.”

“Do you?” He studied her closely, peering deeply into her eyes. “We can get through anything together if we just talk and are honest. You could ask me anything, tell me anything, and I’m going to keep loving you. I want to have faith that you will do that with me.”

“You’re such a good man, Smiley.”

“I’m yours, Vanni. Say you’re mine. Let’s just do this. I know it might frighten you to take a mate this fast but trust me to be here for you. Take a leap. I’ll catch you. Always.”

She believed him. “Okay.”

“You’ll be happy. I’ll make sure of it.”

“I need to get a job.”

“We don’t live in a money-based system. You can find something to do if you get bored but you can stay home if you wish. I just want you happy, Vanni.”

The idea of being a housewife was appealing. “And we can try to have babies. I’d really like that.”

“I’d love to have children with you.”

“So it’s all decided. We are going to elope. We’ll do something simple and fun.”

“With your friend Beth and my friends. We need to find a minister.”

“Exactly. Stress free and it’s going to be about us.”

“It’s always going to be about us.” He released her and lifted off, separating their bodies.

“Where are you going?”

“To remove these boots and pants.” He got to his feet but then collapsed onto the floor.

Vanni sat up and laughed, watching him tear off his boots. He just tossed them toward the closet and shoved his pants all the way off once his feet were bare. He rose to his knees and braced his hands on the end of the bed.

“I have some calls to make. Don’t move. Stay in that bed.”

“You’re going to arrange it right now?”

“Yes.” Smiley rushed out of the room. “I’m not going to give you time to second-guess us again. We are going to seal our bond in your world and mine.”

Vanni chuckled, the sight of his muscular bare ass the last thing she saw before he disappeared down the hall. Human guys usually dragged their feet about making serious commitments but Smiley didn’t have that problem. He’d said sex wasn’t the only thing they had and she believed him. He was still sporting a hard-on but was making calls instead of staying in bed with her.

Chapter Twenty

Smiley returned to the bedroom ten minutes later and grinned at the sight of Vanni sitting on the bed waiting for him. “It’s arranged. We can do it as soon as tomorrow evening.”

Her eyes widened and he froze in his tracks, hoping she wouldn’t change her mind. Humans were so different and unpredictable. “Is that okay?”

“That is fast. I have to contact Beth. I really want her there.”

“Contact her first thing in the morning. We can have her picked up and flown to Reservation. There’s something we need to do first once we reach Reservation though.” He took a seat on the side of the bed and reached out, taking her hand. “I planned to tell you this when I got home but seeing how happy you looked when I came in the door distracted me. I don’t want to dampen your mood but there’s something we must discuss. It’s serious.”

“More so than getting married?”

“No, but it is important.”

She inched closer and gripped his hand tightly. “Okay. Just tell me.”

“Gregory Woods attempted to flee the country with his son and security team.”

She said nothing. He wished she’d express her feelings but the silence lengthened. She stared at him, appearing a little stunned. He tried to think of her concerns.

“He didn’t get away. You’re safe, Vanni. He won’t be able to hurt you or your family. He won’t have access to a phone and that means he can’t order anyone who works for him to do anything in retaliation. We had a task force member pose as his pilot for the private plane he hired. They boarded and were flown directly to where the NSO took them into custody. They are being held at Reservation. We’re going to go there tomorrow at noon. I would like to have words with a few of them. You may view them through a wall of glass, if you wish. I’d prefer you didn’t have any direct contact with them.” He might kill anyone who threatened Vanni again. “But it’s your choice. I know sometimes it helps to be able to confront your fears or in this case, the males who caused you such distress.”

“You said his son. Carl tried to leave with him?”

“Does that upset you?” It angered Smiley that she asked about her ex-fiancé. “He put you in a lot of danger, Vanni.”

“It’s not that. I’m just surprised he was willing to leave his practice and his house behind. I can’t see him giving up his lifestyle for his dad. He kept telling me they weren’t close. I guess that was a lie.”

“He had financial problems. He was about to lose everything he owned.”

“I didn’t know.” She frowned. “I guess that makes sense now why he was so pushy about going to the hotel with his father. He said it was to earn money for the wedding but maybe it was to get him out of debt.”

“Either way, he’s been arrested by the NSO. Does that upset you?”

She chewed on her bottom lip. “He just walked out and left me with Bruce and his father. He had to know what they were planning. He wasn’t even surprised about the drugging. He was angrier that I’d gone into the bar instead of returning to my room the way he’d told me to do. He’s not a nice person.”

It was a relief to Smiley. “That’s right. He’s not. There’s more.”

She shifted on the bed and he was pleasantly surprised when she curled into him, resting her face against his chest. He released her hand and pulled her closer. It felt right having her in his arms and that she seemed to understand his need to touch her as often as possible. He played with her hair.

“What else?”

The information had infuriated him when he’d been told what the investigation had revealed. “Did you agree to let Carl purchase a life insurance policy on you?”

“Sure. We discussed it when we got engaged. He wanted us both protected in case something happened to one of us. We were going to do it after the wedding.”

“He bought a policy two months ago and insured you for a million dollars, Vanni.”

She tensed in his arms and her chin lifted. “He said it would be about a hundred grand on each of us. Just enough to cover the costs of a funeral and pay off what he said he still owed on his house so I wouldn’t be left in debt.”

“He only got a policy on you. There wasn’t one for him. I feel he may have planned to harm you once you were married.”

She paled and her fingers curled around his forearm. He brushed a kiss on her forehead. “You’re safe now. I just don’t want you to feel bad for him, Vanni. He’s not a decent human. He deserves to be locked up.”

“Beth always said he was a snake. I guess now I know why he didn’t care if his father ended up hurting or killing me. It would have saved him the trouble of getting rid of me himself. Why didn’t I see it?”

“Humans can be deceiving. You are the type to want to see good in people. That’s not a flaw. It’s a good trait.”

“I’m an idiot.”

“No.” He leaned in and stared into her eyes. “You’re sweet and I don’t want that to change about you. He fooled you. That’s his shame, not yours.”

“He’s really an ass.”

“Exactly. I don’t want you to forget that. He doesn’t deserve your sympathy or compassion. I’m going to ask him about it tomorrow. I’ll get the truth.”

She nodded. “Are you going to hit him?”

He was torn on how to answer. When he’d heard about that life insurance policy and Tim’s assumption that Carl planned to kill Vanni for profit it had made him see red—Carl’s blood, to be exact. She might not appreciate him beating on a male she’d once cared about though.

“It would be okay.” She caressed his arm. “I even want to hit him.”

He grinned. “You’re my female. I’m certain I’ll lose my temper and punch him a few times. You can watch, if you wish.”

She shook her head. “I’ll pass. Just don’t get arrested for assault and I’m fine with whatever you want to do to him. As you said, I won’t feel bad for him.”

She wasn’t into violence. He appreciated that about her. Vanni had a gentle, tender soul. It was one of the things he loved about her. She also seemed to accept him just as he was.

“They captured Bruce as well.” He tried to keep the anger out of his voice but that was a male he wanted to harm. “He will pay for the threats he made and for Tasering you.”

She shivered at just the mention of the male. “I’m glad he’s off the streets. I think he could potentially turn into a serial killer or something equally as bad, if he’s not already. I’ll sleep better at night knowing he can’t hurt anyone.”

Her words brought a gruff rumble from deep within his chest. Vanni’s eyes widened but she didn’t pull away.

“That’s my pissed-off-I’m-going-to-hurt-him noise,” he explained. “It’s not directed at you.”

“I know. That sound is kind of sexy.”

That surprised him. “You think so?”

“Yes. I like how protective you are. You’re totally going to kick his ass, aren’t you?”

“I am.”

She released his arm and flattened her palm on his chest, exploring it. He tightened his abs and lowered his gaze, watching her. His dick hardened further when she gently pushed against him. He leaned back, giving her access. Her chin rose and a slight blush tinged her cheeks.

“Is it okay to touch you?”

“Anywhere, anytime,” he rasped. “I encourage it.” The phone rang and Smiley muffled a groan. “I have to get that.”

He regretted pulling away from her to reach across the bed. He just wanted to make love to his Vanni. His frustration sounded in his voice. “What?”

“Is this a bad time?” Jericho asked. “Were you sharing sex?”

“We were about to.”

“Don’t answer the phone when you’re naked, Smiley. Here’s a tip. You can always return calls later when you’re done bonding with your mate.”

“That’s why you called? To give me obvious advice?”

“No. The helicopter is leaving at nine in the morning. They moved up the flight. Gregory Woods faked a heart attack, hoping Medical would send him to a human hospital. It was a pathetic attempt on his part to escape. He’s irritating everyone at Reservation to the point that they want to hand him over to Fuller Prison as soon as possible. I spoke to Torrent and he’s ready to shoot the male himself. He said the human is wailing and whining constantly and it’s hurting his ears.”

“Thank you for letting us know.”

“Go bond with your mate.” The phone disconnected.

Vanni gave him a curious look after he returned the phone to the cradle and faced her. “Is everything okay?”

It was a reminder that she was human. Jericho had a voice that carried and a Species would have overheard the conversation, sitting so close to him.

“Fine.” He stretched out next to her. “You can touch me.” He was hopeful she still wanted to. “That was my friend Jericho. Gregory is annoying everyone at Reservation. We’re flying there earlier in the morning than planned.”

She lay on her side against him and placed her palm on his stomach. He tried to keep his breathing slow and steady but his heart raced. Her touch excited him as her fingertips stroked over his lower ribs.

“Why?”

“They want to transfer him to Fuller Prison. That’s where we send humans who commit crimes against Species. It’s run by humans.”

“I’ve never heard of it.”

“It’s a secret location that humans don’t know about. We didn’t want to put our people in the position of being jailors to the ones who harmed them. It didn’t seem fair or right to punish them by suffering their presence after they were sent away.”

Her gaze lifted and she smiled. “That sounds really smart.”

“We try.” He caught his breath when her fingers played lower, just under his bellybutton. She turned her head a little and grinned at the state of his lower half.

“I told you that I really enjoy your touch.”

“I see.”

“I get hard for you.”

“I see that too.” She lifted her hand away and he muffled a groan of protest.

Vanni sat up and climbed down the bed a bit, putting her closer to his hips. She rolled over onto her knees, a position that made him wish he were behind her. Color flooded her cheeks but she smiled.

“So we’re like married, right?”

“Yes.”

“I’m not real forward but I would like you to do something. Is that okay?”

“Anything.”

She laughed. “I didn’t even tell you what I want you to do. You really should ask before agreeing to it or I could take advantage of that. What if I said I wanted you to take out the trash?”

“You’re not mean. I’m hopeful that it’s something sexual.”

Her laughter was the best sound ever. Her hand came down on his thigh, the touch gentle when she gripped him just inches away from his dick. It jerked in response, hopeful too.

“You’d do anything for me?”

“Yes. Name it.”

Her humor faded to a sincere expression. “You’re amazing.”

“I’m grateful you think so. What would you like me to do, my Vanni?” His gaze lowered to her thighs and he remembered she was shy. “Would you like my mouth on you?”

She sucked in a sharp breath, drawing his attention. The blush returned and he grinned. He could tell by her reaction that she wasn’t opposed to it. He sat up a little, prepared to do it, but she shook her head. He froze.

“I’d like to know if you’ll lie real still and let me, um…” She swallowed hard and shot a quick glance at his dick. “Um, you know. On you. I don’t think I’m really good at it but practice, right? I want to. Would you mind?”

“You want to put your mouth on me?” He winced a little at the gruff tone of his voice. He cleared his throat. “That’s a yes.”

She was adorable when she blushed even more and ducked her head. Her hair created a curtain, obstructing his view of his dick when she leaned over him. He slid flat and fisted his hands to avoid touching her. The soft strands of hair tickled his belly but he suppressed it. He was afraid he’d startle her or make her change her mind if he moved it. Hot breath fanned the crown of his dick and he closed his eyes.

“You can do anything,” he managed to get out. “I’m all yours.”

Her hot, wet mouth wrapped around the head of his dick and every muscle in his body grew rigid. The feel of her tongue hesitantly licking at him, tasting him, made his nuts ache. He eased his legs apart very slightly, hoping she wouldn’t notice. She took a little more of his shaft and moved up and down, stroking him in a way that made everything around them fade into nothingness. It was just Vanni and the pleasure she inflicted upon him. He clenched his teeth to avoid making sounds.

She stopped, releasing him. “Am I doing okay?”

Sweat beaded on his forehead and he opened his eyes. “Yes.”

“You’re sure? You’re really tense and you are kind of breathing weird.”

“I’m trying not to scare you.”

She twisted her head and lifted it, tossing her hair out of the way. Their gazes met and her eyes widened. “Your face is red. I am bad at this, aren’t I?”

“You’re perfect. I swear. I just am afraid I’ll startle you if I make noises and I don’t want you to stop. It is so amazing when you do that.”

She didn’t seem convinced.

“Remember my mouth on you? It’s that good.”

“It’s so good it almost hurts but in the best way?”

“Yes.”

She surprised him when she suddenly moved and pushed against his inner thigh with her hand. He spread wider and she climbed between his legs, facing him on her hands and knees. She opened her hands on him just above his knees and gently pushed. He spread more, having no idea what she was doing, but he’d let her do anything.

“Okay. Make noises. They turn me on, remember? Just don’t grab my hair to keep me in place and choke me by forcing me to take all of you, okay?”

He was stunned and horrified. “Why would I do that?”

She grinned. “Here we go. You don’t have to warn me before you come. Just do it.”

Vanni released his thighs and one hand wrapped around the base of his dick. She bent forward and he could see everything as she licked her lips, opened her mouth and leaned closer until he watched her take a few inches of his dick inside her mouth. He hissed with pleasure and fisted the bedding in his hands.

Vanni was no longer timid. He threw his head back and squeezed his eyes closed as she rode him with her mouth. She sucked, licked and tormented him. He rumbled, his chest vibrating from the deep sound. Vanni did things to him that turned him inside out.

Her gentle hands cupped his balls and that was it. She rubbed them and he cried out, shooting his seed. The bed jerked under him as he quaked from the force of it but the one thing he kept control of was his ass—keeping it flat on the bed to avoid thrusting upward.

Vanni grinned and sat back on her calves. Smiley sprawled on the bed, his chest rapidly rising and falling. Sweat coated his body, giving it a sexy sheen. She’d done that to him. It made her feel a little proud. She reached up and ran her fingertips over his lower belly. He shivered and made a low, sexy sound. He didn’t bat her hands away while complaining about being too sensitive.

She had wanted to give him head. It usually wasn’t something she did or wanted to do but Smiley wasn’t just anyone. He was hers. She liked the sound of that. Her gaze lifted to the overhead light and she regretfully moved, climbing over his leg to get off the bed.

“Where are you going?”

“To kill the light.”

“Why? I like looking at you, Vanni. Please allow it.”

She turned, seeing that he’d shifted on the bed. He lifted one arm to cushion his head, tilting it up some. He lay there, his big body relaxed, legs still spread, totally comfortable being naked. She envied him that. He had that incredible body though.

“I thought you’d want to sleep.”

One eyebrow arched.

He was going to make her spell it out. She hesitated.

“What is it?”

“I just did that for you so now I know you’ll want to sleep.”

She couldn’t read his expression. It came close to bafflement but then he appeared to be a little annoyed. “Damn humans.” He sat up and rolled to his feet in one fluid motion.

Vanni froze. Had she made him angry? She should have just waited until he went to sleep to turn off the light. He strode forward but stopped just in front of her. She had to tilt her head back to look into his eyes.

“What did I say? I didn’t mean to upset you.” She was afraid she’d dinged his pride. Men didn’t like those things being pointed out to them.

“It’s not directed at you. I heard human males do that. It’s true? We’re just starting. I’m not tired and I sure as hell wouldn’t sleep while you’re turned-on.” His nose flared as he sniffed the air. “I can smell your need, babe.”

He grabbed her. One arm wrapped around her rib cage and the other around her waist. He just lifted, spun and threw her on the bed. She bounced on the soft mattress, stunned. Smiley followed, putting his knee down beside her, and grinned.

“My turn. Do I appear tired to you?” He dropped his chin to look down at his cock.

She followed his gaze and couldn’t miss the fact that it was rock-hard again.

“You’re mated to a Species. We have a fast recovery time. I don’t wear out and I sure as hell won’t ever let you go to sleep aching for sex. Roll over and get on your hands and knees. I’m going to take care of you.”

Vanni glanced at his cock again and moved. He waited until she was on her stomach before he gripped her hips and jerked her up to her knees. The bed dipped as he climbed onto it with her, putting his legs on the outsides of hers. He released her hips and opened one hand under her belly to keep hold of her as he leaned back to put a little space between them.

She moaned when he reached down and played with her clit with his free hand. She was already wet but that didn’t seem to be enough for him. He obviously wanted her really ready for sex. He stopped and she was almost disappointed until she realized he’d only done it to help position himself. The head of his cock slid against her pussy and he entered her slowly.

“Yes.” That panted moan came from her. She lowered her head, closing her eyes. Smiley was definitely not sleepy, from the feel of him. He bent forward to press his chest against her back and braced his weight with one arm. The hand cupping her belly slid lower and two fingers pressed against her clit.

He shifted a little, spreading his legs wider, and started to move with deep, long thrusts. Vanni clawed the bed. “Faster.”

He leaned in, putting his lips by her ear. “No. Can you feel how hard you make me? How much I want you?” He massaged her clit as he rode her.

“That’s so good.”

“Toss your hair out of the way. Give me your neck.”

She did it but he didn’t kiss her throat. His tongue wet her shoulder and then he bit down. It wasn’t hard enough to break the skin but it ramped up the excitement. Those fangs of his were hot and sent the good chills throughout her body. He gripped her a little tighter, fucked her a little harder and kept playing with her clit.

“Oh god,” she cried out.

“That’s me.” He drove into her deeper and faster. “Us. So damn good, isn’t it?”

Her arms collapsed under her and she buried her face against the bed, trying to muffle some of the sounds she made.

“I could fuck you for hours. I could live here with you under me,” he rasped. “You’re so sexy, so hot and so damn tight. You’re going to come. I can feel your muscles squeezing me.”

She stopped clawing the bed and turned her head. His hand was close to her face, flattened to support his weight. She frantically reached out, needing to touch him. Her fingers covered his. He suddenly shifted, dropping down so he was braced on his elbow and twisted his wrist. He took her hand, clutching it tightly.

Vanni shouted his name as her world exploded in a haze of white ecstasy. Smiley nipped her shoulder and groaned deeply. He slowed his thrusts and she knew he was coming when he curled around her tighter, shaking both them and the bed from the force of it.

She closed her eyes when he stopped moving. Their heavy breathing was the only sound in the room. She knew a smile curved her lips. “Wow.”

He brushed a soft kiss on the spot where he’d gotten her with his fangs. “Just warming up, my Vanni. It’s still early. Never forget that I can go all night. We’ll try anything you want. Do you have any fantasies you want to share? You can tell me anything. You’re mine and I’m yours. I want to do everything with you.”

It sank in. He really meant it. “I’ve never had sex in a tub before.” It was easier to admit that when she wasn’t staring into his eyes.

“You will by the time we go to sleep.”

“I have a bucket list.”

“What is that?”

“Things I’d like to try before I die. There are a few sex ones on there. We already had sex in a car. That was one of them.”

Smiley released her clit and ran his hand along her belly. He shifted his body and just fell to the side, taking her with him. She laughed when they landed, still curled together with him inside her. He grabbed her breast, squeezed.

“Tell me more. You have my full attention.”

She looked at him over her shoulder. He was smiling, his eyes gleaming with amusement. It encouraged her to do just that.

“I want to have sex outside at night. Not in front of anyone. Public sex isn’t my thing but I always thought it would be neat. Just outside at night under the moon and stars.”

“We can do that too. We’ll wait until we’re at Reservation though. A lot of Homeland is blanketed in cameras. I’d have to beat on any male who saw you naked.” His expression changed to a serious one. “I hope this bucket list doesn’t include sex with other males. I’d do anything for you but that.”

She shook her head, stunned he’d even bring it up. “No!”

“Good. I know humans are into that sometimes but there would be massive blood loss if you put two Species males in the same room as a female in sexual need. We don’t share well and especially if one of them has feelings for her. I wouldn’t just beat on another male. I’d kill him if he even considered touching you. You’re mine.” He studied her. “Does that upset you?”

“No. I’m possessive too. I would never want to be with someone who thought it was okay if we weren’t in a monogamous relationship.”

“Good.”

She twisted a little to get a better look at him. “That’s what we have, right? Monogamy?”

“Yes.” He pulled her closer and hugged her tightly. “I’m not addicted to your scent but it won’t matter. You’re all I want.”

“Addicted to my scent?”

“Remember when I told you I would get addicted to your scent? Canines and felines get addicted to the scent of their females and other ones smell distasteful to them—really bad.” He paused. “I haven’t experienced that with you. I love how you smell but I don’t feel the need to breathe you in constantly. I do want to hold you all the time and be close to you. I miss you when you aren’t with me. You’re my mate, Vanni. You can trust me.”

“Thank you.”

“For what?”

“You’re perfect.”

“I’m not but I’ll try to be the best mate ever. You just need to always be honest with me.”

“That goes both ways. What are your fantasies? I want to check things off your bucket list too.”

“You said yes to being my mate and you’re in my arms. I get to spend the rest of my life with you at my side. That’s all I’ve ever dreamed of. You make me happy and whole, Vanni.”

Tears filled her eyes.

“Don’t do that, my Vanni.” He nuzzled her head with his. “I want you happy.”

“This is happy. Lately I just can’t seem to control it as well as I usually do. I just seem to tear up for any reason.”

He tensed, his muscles tightening. “There’s something I need to tell you. I was afraid to before now because I wanted you to be secure about my feelings for you first. Do you know how much I love you?”

“I think I do.”

He buried his face in the curve of her shoulder, hugging her tighter and drew his legs up to hold her even closer. It kind of scared her.

“What is it?”

He nuzzled her cheek with his and put his lips next to her ear. “Will you please promise me it won’t change things between us?”

That scared her. “Are you sick?” Oh god. Is he dying? Did that horrible drug do something to his internal organs? Vanni panicked. She’d just found Smiley. She couldn’t lose him. It was too cruel.

“No.” He took a deep breath. “I recently learned that the breeding drug can make birth control pills ineffective. You could be pregnant, Vanni. I’d be thrilled. I want a child with you. I would also be fine if you weren’t. I want you either way. Don’t think otherwise. I knew I wanted to spend my life with you and I wanted you to know that before I was told about it. I was afraid you’d push me away and not give us a chance if you found out before right now.”

Was that the reason she seemed to be more emotional than usual? She could be carrying Smiley’s child. She expected unease to set in but it didn’t come. The timing wasn’t perfect. Their relationship had just begun but the idea of starting a family with Smiley was appealing. She’d always wanted to be a mom. It reminded her that she’d almost settled for Carl to accomplish that. She’d never loved him. She was certain of that. Smiley was a whole other story. She did love him.

Smiley held her tightly and started to stroke her thigh. “Are you okay? Talk to me.”

“I bet we’d have cute babies together.”

His hand stilled. “That’s all you have to say? You don’t sound angry.”

She turned her head and he leaned back so she could look at him. “I’m not.”

“You have no idea how much I love you, Vanni.”

She stared into his soulful brown eyes and believed him. “I love you too. We’ll deal with whatever happens together. I’d be totally fine if I am pregnant. Are you going to be? The truth.”

He grinned. “I want babies with you. I want everything with you.”

“We’re okay then.” She smiled at him. “We’re both a little sweaty. How does a bath sound?”

He chuckled. “Good. I just want to hold you for a little longer though. I don’t want you just to share sex with. We’ll cuddle and then figure out if we enjoy sex in water. Sound like a plan?”

“Yes.”

Chapter Twenty-One

Vanni gripped Smiley’s hand, feeling a little disorientated by the trip. He’d had her sit on his lap to soften the helicopter ride but she didn’t believe she’d ever enjoy flying in them. He helped her out, gently placing her on the ground, then hunched over and kept her in his protective embrace until they cleared the blades.

She peered around in curiosity. It was vastly different from Homeland. They were in an open area with only a single building within view. Trees and hillsides surrounded them. As they neared it, her attention focused on what was obviously a hotel. New Species exited the building. Most of them wore casual attire. Plenty of them sported grins and a few waved. Smiley responded. It was clear they were happy to see him and he them.

“I want you to meet everyone but I don’t want you to feel overwhelmed.” He maneuvered her toward the doors, speaking loudly enough for everyone around them to hear. They nodded greetings as she passed, not making any comments.

They entered the double doors that slid open without a key card. The lobby was large and a New Species female greeted them. She was a tall, dark-haired beauty.

“Hello.” She offered her hand to Vanni. “I’m Creek. It is so nice to meet you, Vanni. I’ve made all the arrangements for this evening.” She released her after a quick handshake, reached inside the pocket of her pants and withdrew a key card, which she handed to Smiley. “I had them prepare the third floor honeymoon suite, Smiley. Second one on the right. You can’t miss it.” She winked. “Food is waiting. Just call the desk if you need anything at all.”

“It’s nice to meet you too,” Vanni got out.

Creek stepped back. “Welcome to the family. You’re Species now that you’re Smiley’s mate. We are so happy you said yes. He raved about you on the phone.”

Vanni liked hearing that but she also wondered if Smiley and the woman had any kind of past. That idea was quickly quelled when Smiley spoke. Creek’s reaction wasn’t one of a woman who’d ever dated him.

“Creek, smell Vanni. She might be pregnant. We didn’t have time to go to Medical this morning for her to take a test.” Excitement laced his voice. “We’d be happy about that.” He turned his head, grinning at Vanni. “Canines have the best sense of smell. She might detect it.”

Creek stepped closer and sniffed. She bent a little and sniffed again. She straightened. “All I smell on her is you, Smiley. She’s covered in your scent.” The woman chuckled. “I could try again later after she showers and before you touch her. Just call me and I’ll come up. That would be exciting news.”

“It would.”

Creek glanced between them. “I really enjoy seeing a couple in love.” She winked at Vanni. “It won’t be difficult to call Medical here and have them send someone to draw blood from you if you really want to know.”

“That would be great,” Vanni admitted.

“After we go to Security but before the wedding,” Smiley added.

“I’ll make it happen.” Creek spun away and walked back to the desk. She picked up the phone.

Smiley tugged on Vanni’s arm, steering her toward the elevators. They entered it alone, rode to the third floor, stepped out and turned right. A white banner had been strung across the door with a red heart. Someone had used a black marker to write S & V.

“That is so nice!” Vanni was touched.

Smiley swiped the card. “I told you everyone was happy we mated.” He pushed the door open but stopped her when she tried to enter.

She looked up at him as he used his foot to hold the door ajar. He bent and scooped her into his arms, shouldering the door open to carry her over the threshold. He kicked the door closed.

“This is going to be our home for the next few days.”

The room was large and tastefully furnished. It was one of the nicer hotels she’d ever seen. Balcony doors across the room had been left wide open to allow the breeze inside. There was a beautiful view of the trees. A river glistened in the distance.

“Where’s the bed?” She didn’t see one. The area was set up as a living room and even boasted a fireplace along one wall. One corner contained a cozy dining table with two chairs. Two covered silver dishes sat on top, taking up most of the space, and a bottle of wine chilled in a bucket of ice with two glasses next to it.

Smiley turned. “It’s down the hallway. This really is the honeymoon suite. There are two of them in the hotel. Most of the suites have two bedrooms. I requested this one specifically because it faces the back of the hotel and has a balcony.” He strode down a short hallway and passed through open double doors. He paused there.

“Wow.” Vanni stared at the huge bed but the Jacuzzi bathtub and second fireplace quickly distracted her. It was a massive tub, big enough to fit four people at least.

“That’s for later. You fell asleep last night so we are going to find out if we enjoy sex in water.”

“Sorry. You might have mega stamina but I guess I was tired. I told you that you could have woken me up.”

He chuckled. “You were too damn cute sleeping in my arms. Let’s eat.” He spun and headed back to the living room. “We missed breakfast and I want you to relax a little before we go to Security.”

She wasn’t sure if she could eat. Her nerves were on edge. “I’m not sure about seeing Carl, his dad and Bruce.”

“You don’t have to go.” He set her on her feet next to the table and pulled back a chair. “No one would blame you. I would actually prefer that you didn’t.”

She sat, grateful for his manners as he pushed her chair in and took a seat across from her. “I need to.”

He lifted both lids and just put them on the floor. There was a full spread of scrambled eggs, bacon, hash browns and toast. The tantalizing smell revived her appetite. She unwrapped the silverware and carefully placed the napkin on her lap.

“There’s a cafeteria on the first floor. They serve good food. I hope this is okay. I could order something else. They always have a buffet open but I thought it would be best to eat in private.”

“This is fantastic. Thank you. You think of everything.”

“Good.”

“Speaking of which—any word on how we’re going to get Beth here today?”

“They are going to send a team to pick her up at the address you gave us, after confirming a time with her. The task force will drive her to Homeland and fly her to us. How did she take the news?”

Vanni grinned, remembering the crack-of-dawn phone call she’d placed right after Smiley had left. “She was surprised but took it pretty well.”

“She isn’t upset that you are mating a Species and will live at the NSO?”

Vanni wasn’t sure if Smiley would appreciate Beth’s sense of humor but risked it. “She said, and I quote, ‘thank god it’s not Carl’.”

His eyebrows rose.

“That’s Beth-speak for she’s okay with it.”

“Beth-speak?”

“She is someone you have to get used to. We’re opposites. She’s very outgoing and kind of has a twisted sense of humor. She sounded excited though, and promised to jump through whatever hoops it took to get here. I told her to expect a call from Homeland. I also swore her to secrecy. Thankfully, Elvis wasn’t there. I was surprised since I woke her up but she didn’t go into details. She seemed irritated with him. I think she was kind of relieved to be coming here instead of staying there any longer.”

“Isn’t the male her boyfriend?”

“It’s complicated.”

Smiley arched an eyebrow.

Vanni struggled for a way to explain it. “She really likes spending time with him but she’s not in love. I know they were sleeping together last year and I thought it was getting serious but then she called it quits. She said he wanted more than she was willing to give. Now they go out every once in a while but she doesn’t want to hurt him by leading him on.”

“To what?”

Vanni grinned. “To thinking she’s serious about building a future with him when she isn’t.”

“Oh.” He ate some of his food. “She just wants to share sex with him without bonding.”

“Yes.”

“I’m glad you’re not like her. I’d never be able to give you up.”

“I’m glad too.”

They smiled at each other before finishing breakfast. Smiley rose to his feet. “I’m going to make a few calls to make certain everything is arranged at Security and that they are ready for us to visit.” He held her gaze. “You know you don’t have to go with me.”

She placed her napkin on the table and stood. “I’ll regret it if I don’t. I’ll feel like a coward. I need closure.”

“I just don’t want you upset.” He glanced down at her stomach, then up.

“In case I’m pregnant?”

“It crossed my mind. I won’t deny that. I want to protect you either way.”

“It’s not like I’m going to get into a physical altercation with anyone.”

Smiley made that deep rumbling sound and his hands fisted at his sides. She inched closer to him.

“You’re so hot in a sexy way when you get angry.”

He relaxed. “I am?”

“I think it’s so romantic that you want to kick someone’s ass over me.”

He reached up and brushed her hair away from her cheek, caressing the side of her face with his thumb. “I’d do anything for you.”

Her belly quivered and her nipples tightened. “Now you’re just turning me on.”

He turned his head and looked at the clock on the wall. “They are expecting me to call.” He appeared undecided. “We could stay here rather than go.”

“You have your heart set on kicking a little ass.”

“You’re more important.”

“I know, but this is too. We both have some questions that need to be answered.”

“Exactly.” He reached down and took her hand. “And I want to punch them.” He smiled. “A lot.”

She laughed. “Make your calls. I’m going to use the bathroom. We’ll leave in a few minutes.”

“Hurry.” He released her.

Vanni used the bathroom and washed her hands. She stared at her reflection in the mirror over the sink while taking a few deep breathes. She wasn’t sure how she’d hold up to facing Carl, his father or that horrible Bruce. Part of her was tempted just to stay at the hotel but she stiffened her spine. The other part of her knew she needed to be there with Smiley. The Woods Church and her ex-fiancé had thrown them together. She wanted the satisfaction of telling them how that had worked out.

Some of the queasy feeling passed. She reached down and touched her stomach. A little excitement rose at the prospect of being pregnant. The idea was growing on her. It was a long shot but there was always next month or the one after. She had stopped taking her pills since she’d been kidnapped. She hadn’t even remembered that until Smiley had told her she might be pregnant. A little guilt surfaced. She should have told him about it when she realized.

“Tell him later. After this ordeal,” she muttered and exited the bathroom.

* * * * *

Smiley positioned Vanni in a chair facing the glass wall. The occupants about to be led into the next room wouldn’t be able to see her. He’d made her aware of that fact so she felt totally at ease. He crouched down, studying her eyes.

“Are you sure you want to do this?”

“Yes.”

She was brave. He knew the next moments weren’t going to be easy on her. His gaze drifted to Jericho. The male nodded grimly. He’d promised to stay with Vanni and tend to her if she became emotionally distressed. Smiley trusted the male with his mate. He looked at Vanni and leaned in closer, taking her hand.

“You can leave at any time. Jericho will be here with you. You just tell him whatever you want or need and he’ll make sure it happens.”

She held his gaze and tried to smile. “I know. You told me. I’m good. Stop worrying about me.”

“I might hit them.” He wanted her prepared. “I know you are tenderhearted about violence.”

“Not as much as you think. I’ve grown as a person since this has happened.”

He wasn’t sure what that meant. She seemed to understand his confusion.

“I bashed Bruce over the head with a glass bottle after assaulting him with makeup products. It felt good. I’m not as fragile as you seem to think.”

She amused him. “Okay. Just tell Jericho if it becomes too much.” He glanced at the male again.

“I’ll take care of her,” Jericho promised.

Smiley brushed a kiss on the back of her hand and released her. He stood and left her there, allowing his temper to build as soon as the door closed. The first male was being led into the room when he reached it. The sight of Carl Woods in person stunned him. The male really was puny. He wasn’t very tall and had almost no muscle.

Torrent shoved the male into a chair but there were no restraints placed on him. Smiley closed the door, glaring at the thin blond human. He stared back but showed no fear. It irritated Smiley.

“I’m a lawyer,” Carl stated. “I’ve made a mental list of every one of my civil rights the NSO has violated.” He crossed his arms over his chest and his chin rose in stubborn defiance. “I can’t wait to get you assholes in a court of law. You can kiss your asses goodbye.”

Torrent flashed his fangs in a grimace and his leather gloves made a slight noise as he fisted both hands and then flexed his fingers. “Believe it or not, this is the least annoying of the bunch. He’s not wailing or pretending he’s Species.”

Smiley knew his eyebrows shot up.

Torrent nodded. “A few of their security staff wanted to have a snarling contest. Literally. I think they figured the one with the loudest growl got to play alpha. It was so pitiful it wasn’t even humorous.” He glared at Carl. “This one just makes threats with human laws no matter how often he’s been corrected.”

“This asshole isn’t listening. I assume you’re in charge.” Carl addressed Smiley. “I demand to speak to my lawyer or to a representative of the US government.”

Torrent sighed. “Again, there isn’t one inside the NSO.” He fixed his gaze on Smiley. “Make it stop. Please? I’m not allowed to hit him unless he strikes me first.”

“I’m not in charge.” Smiley drew closer to the human. “You should be familiar with me though. You had to have seen me on television with Vanni.”

It gave him satisfaction when the human paled. His eyes widened too and he sat up straighter in the chair.

“That’s right. I’m the one who was drugged with her in that hotel bar.” He lunged and grabbed the male, hauling him out of his seat. He strode to the nearest wall, close to the glass, and slammed him against it. Carl grunted but didn’t try to fight. He was docile for a male. It disgusted Smiley and he glared down at him.

“Finally,” Torrent sighed.

Smiley ignored him and lifted Carl a few inches off the floor. The male appeared terrified but he hung limply, not even struggling. He’d wanted the male to fight but he didn’t even grab at him. His arms stayed at his sides.

“Hit me,” Smiley taunted.

“No. You’re a bully.” Carl whispered the words.

Smiley dropped him on his feet and stepped back. “It would be like hitting a female.”

“I’d still do it if I were allowed,” Torrent muttered. “Just wait and listen to him. You’ll change your mind.”

Carl smoothed out some of the wrinkles from his shirt but stayed against the wall. He stared up at Smiley. “That’s another violation. Brutality.”

“You want to accuse me of brutality? What about what you and your father did to Vanni? I know everything.”

“I’m not accountable for my father’s alleged actions.”

“You lured her to his home and knew they’d set a trap for her.”

Carl crossed his arms over his chest again. “I did no such thing. I deny that charge.”

“See?” Torrent walked over to the table and sat. “He appears less female every time he opens his mouth.”

Smiley returned his focus to Carl. “Forget your laws. They don’t apply here.”

“I demand to speak to a representative of the US government.”

“Like a damn parrot bird,” Torrent growled. “Stop saying that, human. Fuck. I want to break your jaw. I’ve heard it two dozen times in the last hour alone.”

Smiley reached out and grabbed the human by his throat. He didn’t apply enough force to do damage but it was to make a point. He squeezed just enough to make the male aware of his strength.

“Let me tell you a few things before you open your mouth again. Vanni is mine now and I don’t give a damn about your court of law. You’ve already been judged and found guilty. You lured her to that home and I know about the life insurance policy you took out on her. I believe you planned to marry and murder her for money. You didn’t care what was done to her as long as there was a dead body to show to that insurance company to get your check.”

He leaned in and put his lips next to the male’s ear. “I’d kill you but I don’t want Vanni to see it. You’re a piece of shit and you’re never going to see daylight again. You never deserved her. She will be happy while you learn what hell is.” He lowered his voice even more. “That doesn’t mean she will always be on the other side of the glass. I can visit you at any time. Let’s give you six months of living in a cage and I bet you will want to hit me then. We are going to fight at some point. Know that.”

Smiley leaned back and saw fear in the male’s eyes. He let him go and put space between them. “I suggest you start doing pushups in your cell and pull-ups from the bars above your head. Get in shape. You’re going to need to be.”

Torrent chuckled.

“You can take him away now.” Smiley glanced at the glass, hoping Vanni wasn’t upset with him.

Torrent slid off the table, grabbed Carl by the arm and led him out of the room. Smiley didn’t have long to wait. The big male who was brought in next needed no introduction. He had a bandage on his neck that extended upward to the crown of his head. He wasn’t a weak human. Torrent stayed at the door, his body tense.

“This one throws sucker punches,” Torrent warned. “I have hit him. He’s a decent fighter for a human.”

“Fuck you,” Bruce spat. “I have a concussion or I would have beat you like a bitch.” He turned and glared at Smiley. Something flickered in his eyes and he snorted. “Ah. I know who you are.” He gave him a once-over. “You disappointed me.”

“What do you mean by that?” Smiley already hated the male.

“I would have messed that bitch up if I’d been you. Do you know how hot it is to make them scream and bleed while you’re fucking them? Hell, I got wood just thinking about drugging her again and stringing her up to use but Gregory said to wait until we were done with her. When I get out of here, and I will, I’ll video me giving it to that whore good and send you a copy so you can learn something.”

Smiley was on him before he could consider what Vanni would think. It felt good, slamming his fist into the human’s face. The male tried to block it but wasn’t fast enough. The punch threw him toward Torrent whose reflexes were better. He lunged out of the way and Bruce slammed into the door. It groaned from the force of his weight. Smiley advanced.

Bruce took a swing at him. It went wide. Smiley plowed his other fist into the male’s gut. He made a loud sound of pain and doubled over from the blow. Smiley backed off and rumbled.

“Come at me.”

Bruce straightened. His face was red with anger and the blood that poured from his busted nose. He bellowed and pushed away from the door. He was slow for his size. Smiley easily ducked the fist directed at his face and plowed into the human’s center, taking him to the floor. He straddled the male and pummeled his face until strong arms wrapped around his waist and hauled him off.

“Enough,” Torrent snarled. “Don’t kill him. It’s what he wants. No one is that stupid unless they are suicidal.”

The door flew open and Vanni stood there. Jericho stopped behind her. Smiley quickly stood and stepped away, realizing what he’d done. Bruce groaned and rolled onto his side. Blood spread across the floor. Smiley nodded, letting Torrent know he was in control again.

“I’m sorry.” Smiley stared at Vanni.

She entered the room, keeping far from Bruce. “Don’t be. Are you okay?”

His hands hurt. He didn’t even glance at them. “I didn’t mean to lose it.”

She approached him.

“Don’t,” he cautioned her. There was blood on his hands. “I don’t want you contaminated.”

Her lips parted but Torrent spoke first. “That is one human who probably is diseased. Smiley needs to wash all that blood off before you touch him. We’re immune to disease but you’re not.”

Bruce sat up and Smiley moved, putting his body between her and the human. Bruce spit blood on the floor and glared at him as more of it ran down his lower face to his neck and shirt. One eye was already swelling shut due to the cut over his eyebrow. He snorted.

“Fucking pussy-whipped. You’re pathetic.” Bruce tilted his head, trying to get a look at Vanni. “Why don’t you come over here, you bitch? I’ll show you what a real man can do to you. You’ll like it.”

Smiley would have attacked him again but Torrent gripped his arm. “No. I told you. He’s trying to make you kill him. It would be over too fast. He deserves to suffer for years.”

Torrent was probably right. He nodded again, too angry to speak. Torrent’s hold eased. Smiley looked at Vanni. She was close enough to touch if he reached out but he didn’t. He cleared his throat and tried to calm.

“Go wait for me outside this room. It’s not safe.” He caught movement in his peripheral vision and tensed. He watched Bruce struggle to get to his feet. “Now, Vanni.”

“Okay.”

He didn’t dare look away from Bruce. The male might try to get around him to reach Vanni before she left. He heard Jericho gasp. Movement to his right startled him and shock held him still for a second. Vanni stopped next to him and lifted Jericho’s weapon.

“Do you like this, dickhead?” She fired. The Taser dart shot out and embedded in Bruce’s gut.

The way the human’s eyes rolled up into his head as his body stiffened from the electric current that pulsed through him assured Smiley the slight noise came from Vanni, who was holding down the trigger. Smiley gawked a little. He didn’t try to stop her, aware of the blood on his hands. She actually smiled, watching Bruce finally fall over. She released the trigger and turned her head, holding his gaze.

“That hurts like a son of a bitch. I figured he should experience it firsthand. Don’t you dare feel bad for hitting him. I wish I could have.” She broke eye contact and looked at Torrent, offering the weapon to him. “Do you want this? It’s heavier than I thought it would be.”

Torrent grinned and accepted it. “Good shot.”

“Not really. I was aiming for his balls.”

The male laughed outright. “Do you want another try? We could wait for him to recover and ask to borrow another officer’s weapon. I don’t have one since we’re not allowed to carry while transporting prisoners from room to room. They might attempt to take it.”

Vanni bit her lip, seeming to consider it.

“No, she doesn’t.” Smiley was still stunned. “Vanni?”

She looked at him. He saw uncertainty there.

“Are you angry at me? I just saw Jericho’s sidearm and realized what it was. Bruce shot me with one so I wanted to return the favor.”

He never wanted to see that look from her again. “I’m never angry at you.” He lowered his voice. “I’ll teach you how to shoot better. I really want you out of this room though. His blood is everywhere and Torrent is right. He probably is diseased. He’s insane too. I don’t want you in danger.”

“Okay.” She turned and walked calmly out of the room.

He watched her go and Jericho shrugged, as if to say he hadn’t expected that. He grabbed the door handle and closed it, staying with Vanni on the other side.

“I like her,” Torrent admitted.

Smiley whipped around, glaring at him.

“Not that way. She’s your mate. I just like what she did. That’s all. Want to help me pick him up and drag him back to his cage? He’s out cold.”

“I still want to speak to Gregory Woods.”

“Let’s deal with this one first and do a little cleanup before we bring him in here. That male cries like a little girl. He’ll see the blood on the floor and will probably scream like one too. He’s already pretended to have a heart attack. This might bring on the real thing. He’ll believe we murdered someone.”

Chapter Twenty-Two

Vanni sipped the orange juice Jericho handed her. He hadn’t said a word about her grabbing his weapon or using it. They’d watched Smiley and Torrent drag the unconscious Bruce out of the room. Another New Species had entered to clean up all the blood. She finally worked up the nerve to speak to Smiley’s friend.

“I apologize. I just didn’t want to spend my honeymoon sitting on the other side of the bars with Smiley. I thought he was going to kill Bruce and get arrested.”

“It would have been justified if he had. The male threatened his mate.”

“Oh. I didn’t know that.”

“Our laws aren’t the same as yours. Ours always make sense.”

She wasn’t sure what to make of that but he explained.

“We do get human news in here. It’s depressing. We don’t believe in murder but some just shouldn’t be allowed to live.” He glanced at the glass. “That male is one of them. You heard what he said. Any male capable of harming a female that way deserves death.”

“Then why didn’t you stop me from rushing in there if you really believed that? You could have stopped me if you’d tried.”

“I knew you going in there would stop Smiley. I didn’t want him to suffer for his actions, despite how much that male deserved it.”

“He said he’s killed before.”

“He has. A lot of us had to at Mercile and we probably will again to defend each other if we’re attacked. This time though, it would have made him fear losing you and feel insecure.” Jericho leaned against the wall. “It’s a real fear when mating a human that they’ll see violence and believe we’re a danger to them. Smiley already worries that you’ll change your mind and leave here. You have become a huge part of him.”

“I love Smiley.”

His features softened. “Good. Keep telling him that often. He needs those assurances.”

“He does?”

“Yes.” Jericho glanced at the glass wall, then back at her. “We feel deeply but try to hide it. It’s a flaw.”

“Why?”

He scowled. “Call it instinct or genetics but we’re more emotionally vulnerable compared to the canines and felines. Don’t ever forget that, Vanni. You could destroy him from the inside out.”

“I’d never do that.”

“Even better. Touch him often and tell him how much he means to you if you really love him. He’ll always take everything you say to heart. Don’t forget that if you argue with him. Think before you speak.”

She appreciated the advice. “Thank you.”

He shrugged. “I want both of you to be happy. I can’t stand seeing Smiley depressed. It wasn’t easy watching him endure misery before and I never want to see it again.”

“You were locked up with him when you were kept at Mercile Industries?”

“I meant when you escaped from the task force members assigned to bring you to Medical and he feared you were either dead or hurt in the out world. It tore me up seeing him that way. I feared he’d go over our walls and search for you on his own. It could have gotten him killed. We have a lot of enemies. All he could think of was you and making sure you were well. He bonded with you right from the start.”

Vanni blinked back tears. “Thank you for telling me that. I do love Smiley. I um, bonded with him right from the start too. He’s everything to me.”

“Good. Keep telling him that. I’m not joking. He’s going to worry for a long time that he’ll do or say something that will make you rethink being his mate.”

“He’s stuck with me.” She smiled, cheering up. “I’d never leave him.”

Jericho tensed, his gaze focusing on the glass wall. “Here we go. Remember that. I have no idea how Smiley is going to act with this one.”

Vanni turned in her seat and watched Torrent bring in Gregory Woods. He looked unkempt and completely different from his television persona. His clothing was wrinkled, he needed a shave and his eyes were red.

“Has he been crying?”

Jericho snorted. “You heard Torrent. That would be a yes.”

Gregory took a seat and hugged his chest. “I really need a doctor. I have a specialist that takes care of me. You don’t want me to die. Do you know who I am? You can’t get away with this. I am a celebrity and rich. I—”

“Stop,” Torrent demanded. “You aren’t being transferred to a human hospital and no one even knows you’re here.”

The door opened again and Smiley entered. He’d changed into one of the NSO uniforms and his hands were bandaged. He closed the door and stayed by it. Gregory whimpered, staring at him with obvious horror.

“What’s wrong, human? Never thought you’d have to face the male you drugged and tried to set up?”

“It wasn’t my idea. It was Bruce. I was afraid of him. You’ve seen him. He has a criminal record. I’m innocent.”

“Shut up.” Torrent backed up. “We aren’t idiots. There were twenty missing doses of the breeding drug when you were taken into custody. Dean confessed to selling you two hundred doses.” He growled and shot Smiley a disgusted look before continuing. “This one swore he used them on prostitutes he paid to have sex with him. You saw firsthand what that drug did to your female. He felt no sympathy for those females he drugged and kept doing it over and over. He’s a cruel son of a bitch.” Torrent flashed his fangs. “Are you going to blame that on someone else too? Save it, asshole.”

Smiley made a harsh, rumbling noise. “We should dose you and let you suffer. You deserve it. Bruce works for you and by the way, Dean Polanitis was very informative when we spoke to him.” Smiley crouched, keeping his back to the door. “He confessed to how you contacted him and threatened to expose the connection between Drackwood and Mercile that your investigators found. He called it blackmail and admitted you asked him for something to use against the NSO. You bought drugs from him and paid a bartender to add them to my and Vanni’s drinks at the hotel.”

“It’s all a lie!” Gregory clutched at his chest. “That was all Bruce.”

“He used money that you gave him to do your bidding. You’re caught and you will pay for your crimes, Pastor Woods.”

“I think I’m having a heart attack.”

“Okay.” Smiley didn’t move. “Have one. I wouldn’t mind watching you take your last breath.”

“You can’t let me die. I have followers, damn it. They’ll storm your gates and kill everyone.”

“They believe you fled the country and abandoned them. No one will even know if you die. We’ll just bury you in that graveyard you say we have.” Torrent looked amused. “He could be the first body we put in it.”

Smiley grinned. “Sounds like a plan.”

Big tears rolled down Gregory’s cheeks. “You can’t do this to me. I’m important.” He glanced between them. “I’m also rich. I’ll pay you to get me out of here. How much do you want? Name the amount.”

“We don’t care about money.” Smiley cocked his head. “I just wanted to look you in the eyes before you were sent to Fuller Prison. Vanni is safe and you’ll never have the opportunity to harm her again. You’ll pay for everything you’ve done. I’m not angry with you for what was done to me but you tried to harm the female I love. Big mistake. I just wish I enjoyed this more but you’re too…” He seemed to struggle to find a word.

Torrent helped. “Pitiful.”

Smiley flashed him a grin. “Yes.”

Gregory’s face reddened and he sputtered. “You’re barbaric!”

“What do you expect? You attacked us.” Smiley straightened. “You should have learned more about your enemy before you struck out at us.” All trace of humor faded from his features. “You’re going to be the one living the remainder of your life in a cage. Isn’t that what you wanted for us? You’ll learn what it’s like not to feel the sun on your face or experience the simple act of kindness from your guards. It’s a fate you wished for us. Fuller Prison will be your zoo. You just shouldn’t expect any visitors.”

“You creatures aren’t going to get away with this.” Gregory shot out of his chair. “I’m Gregory Woods. Everyone will be looking for me and they won’t ever stop. You’re going to pay for this. People will wise up and realize what you’re really up to.”

“What is that? Taking over the world? We just want peace. You’d have learned that if you’d really done your research. We just want humans like you to leave us alone. You couldn’t do that.” Smiley moved to the side and opened the door. “I’m done, Torrent. You can have them transferred now.”

“Thank you.” Torrent grinned. “I can’t wait to put them in the van.”

Smiley peered at the glass then glanced into the empty hallway. Vanni thought he might be searching for her and stood but had no real desire to speak to Gregory. Torrent was right. He was pathetic but she didn’t pity him. He deserved to be locked up but seeing him in that room had helped her find closure.

She walked to the door and opened it. “Let’s go,” she said loud enough that Smiley would hear her.

He turned toward her and met her gaze. “We’re done here?”

She nodded.

Smiley closed the door to the interrogation room behind him and came to her. He reached out and she clasped his hand. “Are you okay?”

“I am now.”

“Do you want to Taser him?” A gleam of amusement lit up his eyes. “It might be fun.”

“I don’t think Torrent wants to hear him cry again,” Vanni teased.

“True.” Smiley looked over her head. “We’re ready to go, Jericho. Will you give us a ride to the hotel?”

“Let’s get out of here.”

The door to the interrogation room opened and Vanni stepped to the side a little to stare beyond Smiley. Gregory was led out of the room. He turned his head and saw her. Their gazes met and he stopped walking.

“This is all your fault, Travanni. I always hated you.”

Smiley rumbled and spun. Vanni clutched him tighter and grabbed his arm too, hoping he wouldn’t go after Gregory.

“He’s not worth it,” she insisted.

Smiley rumbled again but he relaxed in her hold. Gregory turned farther to face her and pointed at her. “You’re going to pay for this.”

Vanni released Smiley’s arm and flipped Gregory off. “I always wanted to do that. Screw you, Gregory. Smiley and I are getting married. He’s the best thing that ever happened to me and I wanted you to know it. You did me the biggest favor of my life. Choke on that the next time you open your mouth and spew your hate.”

Torrent shoved him, forcing him forward. “Move, crybaby. I see you are braver when you’re confronting a small female. Why am I not surprised? You’re truly pathetic.”

They turned at the end of the hall and walked out of sight. Vanni looked up and waited for Smiley to turn his head. He did and she saw his anger.

“Let it go. I plan to.” She stepped closer to him and placed her hand on his chest. “Let’s leave it in the past and never think about them again. They really aren’t worth it.”

“You’re right.”

She winked. “I like hearing that.”

Smiley wrapped his arm around her waist. “You’re also very sexy when you’re giving someone the bird.”

“Am I?”

Jericho cleared his throat. “I’m here. So are cameras. I wouldn’t suggest getting too friendly with each other in the hallway.”

They all turned when they heard the sound of booted feet and stared at the tall black-haired male who walked toward them. He was a feline with bright-green eyes, dressed in jeans and a black shirt under a leather biker jacket.

“Hello, Jaded.” Smiley looked pleased to see the male. “This is Vanni, my mate.”

The guy nodded at her but didn’t offer his hand. “I was checking in at Security before I left for a charity event and was told to tell you that the helicopter is arriving in ten minutes. It seems neither of you are wearing coms. I also heard about your mating and wanted to congratulate you both.”

“Thank you.” Smiley drew Vanni’s attention. “That would be the one Beth is on.” He glanced at both men. “We should go meet her at the heliport.”

“Let’s go.” Jericho paused next to Jaded. “Nice outfit. Did you borrow it from Harley?”

“As a matter of fact,” Jaded chuckled, “I did call him and ask where he obtains his clothes. A local motorcycle club is hosting a barbeque fundraiser to buy some land for the preservation of a campground they use every summer. A logging company wants to purchase it and cut down all the trees.”

“I thought you only got involved if animals were in the mix.” Jericho frowned.

Jaded shrugged. “There’s a lot of wildlife living in those woods. It’s for a good cause and they sent me an invitation. I thought it might be fun.”

Smiley removed his arm from Vanni but kept hold of her hand. “We have to go.”

She was really excited about seeing Beth. She just hoped her best friend would behave and not act too outrageous when she met Smiley. It was a real concern.

* * * * *

“Relax,” Beth ordered. “I like Smiley.”

Vanni shifted nervously on her seat. “It’s not that. I knew you would. I’m getting married. My hands are shaking.”

“Are you having second thoughts or is this just bride jitters?”

“Jitters. I really want to marry Smiley.”

“Close your eyes.” Beth applied eye shadow. “He’s a hunk, Vanni. I also notice the way he looks at you. I see love and the guy has the hots for you too. He totally stares at your ass when you walk in front of him. Is he as muscular under those clothes as he looks in them?”

“Yes.”

“Lucky bitch.” Beth stopped. “Open.”

Vanni peered up at her friend. “Thank you for doing my makeup. How do I look?”

“Good. I kept it light. It gives you the natural look with a little extra help.”

“Thank you. Smiley said he prefers me without makeup but it’s my wedding. I need to look my best. He promised that someone will take pictures.”

“I’m going to take some with my phone too.”

“You can’t post them anywhere,” Vanni reminded her. “Nobody can know we got married just yet. He said it could cause problems.”

“Have you told the family yet?”

“No. I know they’d want to be here and I just…”

“Say no more. Your sister is a prude. Your brother is a jackass and pushy. Your parents—I love them but your mom is a control freak and it kind of weirds me out how your dad just does everything she says. My parents are the opposite. My dad is the controller and my mom does everything he says.”

“I know. I think Dad just doesn’t want to argue. Mom became pretty bossy, having to raise three kids while he was traveling. He’s mellow.”

“You get that from him. You’re the quiet sibling and you let them boss you around. I’m glad you decided to elope. That fiasco of an engagement to Carl about killed me. I really hated him and then your family was messing up the plans you had left and right. I got upset for you.”

“That’s why we’re keeping it simple. This is just about Smiley and me.”

“I’m just glad I got to be here, even if it was kind of a nightmare.”

“The helicopter ride is horrible.”

“I meant the big-ass fight I had with Elvis. I kind of liked the ride and the company wasn’t too bad either. Do you think you could introduce me to a hottie?”

“What about Elvis? I kind of hoped staying with him would make you closer. On the phone it sounded like it was going well.”

“We were starting to fight. He was pissed that I was leaving and especially when he saw a bunch of guys pick me up. He thought it was payback.”

“For what?”

Beth bent at the waist and grinned at her. “No depressing shit on the day my best friend hooks up with Mr. Hottie. I did have them make a stop on the way. Remember that outlet mall right next to the freeway? I got you a surprise.”

Beth straightened, spun away and walked over to the suitcase lying on her bed. She opened it and removed a bag from a name-brand store. “This is for you. It’s that dress we saw a few weeks ago when we went shoe shopping. They still had it.”

Vanni gaped at her. “The pretty off-white one with the lace?”

“Yeah.”

“It was a hundred and fifty bucks, Beth. It was too expensive.”

“I don’t know what you bought during your shopping spree but you can’t get married in everyday clothes. Come on.” Beth held out the bag. “It’s not too fancy and it’s really pretty. I’d call it the perfect summer wedding dress for an elopement. It’s the first thing I thought of when you gave me the news. I just wish I’d had time to buy you matching shoes but when those NSO guys say five minutes, they mean it. I’ve never hustled through a mall so damn fast.”

Beth accepted it, fighting tears. “Thank you so much. I’ll pay you back.”

“Shut up. It’s a gift. Hell, I would have paid three times that much just to see you happy. You just light up when you look at Smiley and I really like him.” She paused. “He is the total opposite of Carl.” She grimaced. “You know what I’m going to say.”

“You really hated him.”

“Big time.” Beth smiled again. “I wish I’d gotten here before they sent him away. I would have liked a few minutes alone with him. I would have kneed him in the balls.”

“You can’t tell anyone about that either. Everyone thinks they fled the country.”

Beth crossed a finger over her heart. “You know you can trust me.”

“That’s why I told you everything.”

Beth glanced at her stomach and laughed. “If it’s a girl, you better name it after me.”

“I don’t know if I’m pregnant or not. We never got a blood test. You came and Smiley put it off.”

“You better tell me when you do.” Beth took the bag. “Let’s get you dressed. You totally know I’m going to hit every damn baby store if you’re expecting. How cute are babies and if it comes out looking like Smiley then I’m going to have to give up wearing lipstick. Your child would be covered from me kissing all that cuteness. The kid will run screaming from Auntie Beth once he or she is old enough to walk. I’ll be that kissing lady who drives them nuts.”

“Top secret, Beth.”

Beth held her gaze and grew serious. “I read the news. I also listened to some of Gregory Wood’s asinine rants. I’d murder someone for you and go bury the body. No one will ever get any information out of me. They could hang me by my nipples and beat me with sticks.”

Vanni laughed. “By your nipples?”

Beth nodded. “Ouch, right? That’s the worst thing I could think of unless it’s by my nether lips. Can you imagine? Oh my god, ouchie. I will never understand how some people get pierced down there. I was going to have sex with a guy once and he had a piercing through his dick. I said no way and got the hell out of there.”

“I remember that. You said it looked horrible.”

“Scary is the word I used. It looked like a rounded barbell just hanging off the end of his dick. Who wants to have that inside them and did he honestly think he’d ever get head again? Choking hazard.”

Vanni laughed. “I’m less worried about my wedding now. Smiley doesn’t have any piercings.”

“I’m glad to hear it. Now get out of those clothes and into this dress. We don’t have too much time. Your groom looked nervous and no damn way do we want to give him time to get cold feet. He looks pretty damn fit. He’d be hell to catch if he makes a run for it. Neither one of us are joggers.”

“Smiley wouldn’t do that.”

“Even better. I’d hate to have to steal one of those Jeeps on my first day at Reservation to go after him and get busted by their cops. I wouldn’t mind being strip-searched though by that big hulk of a guy who came with you to pick me up.”

“Jericho?”

“Yeah. Did you see his chest and those matching arms? He’s like a mountain of muscle on two legs. I bet he could sweep me off my feet and wouldn’t bitch about me needing to lose a few pounds because I’m hurting his lower back.”

“He’s kind of scary looking.”

“Not to me. That’s the right kind of danger and I’d run to it.” Beth winked.

“Don’t hit on him. He’s going to be at the wedding.”

“Come on. I’m the maid of honor. It’s tradition to get drunk and nail one of the groomsmen.”

“Beth!”

“Fine.” She sighed. “I won’t drink.”

“No nailing Smiley’s best friend. He’s going to be like family. I don’t want you to hurt him.”

“Me hurt him? Are we talking about the same guy?”

“He’s really a sweet soul when you get to know him.”

“Enough.” Beth rolled her eyes. “You make me sound like a one-woman destruction crew. I won’t try to nail anyone. I get it. I’m not going to have sex. Big surprise.”

“What does that mean?”

Beth opened her mouth but then closed it. She shifted the bag, holding it out again. “My arms are getting tired. Strip. Wedding, remember?”

“Thank you, Beth.” Vanni kicked off her shoes and started to undress.

“That’s what best friends slash sisters are for. I’m way better than your blood sister.”

Vanni laughed.

“I’m not going to lecture you for having sex before the ceremony. Do you want me to pretend to be Mia?” She took on a snooty tone. “First, you firmly grip the man’s penis and ask him if he has any sexual diseases. That’s so he can be assured that you’ll rip it off if he lies.”

“Stop.” Vanni giggled. “That’s so wrong but so accurate. I love you, Beth. Thank you for being you.”

“I bet she’s fun at parties. Now that you’re no longer nervous, let’s get this show on the road. I love you too but we’re talking about permanently hooking you up with a guy who makes you walk bowlegged. Girl talk is over. I bet he’s pacing and anxiously waiting to see his bride.”

Smiley kept his eyes closed and regulated his breathing. He tried not to sweat.

“The female loves you. She won’t back out. You’re already mated.”

He opened his eyes and stared at Jericho. They’d changed clothes and sat in the lobby, a table between them. They both tensed every time the elevator doors opened, waiting for Vanni to come down.

“Did I forget anything?”

Jericho shook his head. “It’s handled. Creek and I went over everything. We won’t let you down. We have a minister who is Species friendly and happy to do the ceremony. We’ve used him in the past and he’s good at keeping secrets. The task force team asked Beth what ring size Vanni is and we got matching gold bands for the ceremony. A team went out there on that hilltop overlooking the river and made it look pretty. We have four officers there just out of sight to make certain nothing goes wrong. It will just be words and rings exchanged at a pretty location. I have a camera in my pocket so there will be pictures for you to frame in your home. They said the weather is perfect and the sun will be going down during the ceremony. They even have lighting if we run late but we won’t.”

“We still haven’t really decided where we’re going to live full-time.”

“There’s no hurry. Now you’re just grasping at things to worry about. Close your eyes and concentrate on your breathing again.”

“Should I have put off the blood test? I was just afraid Vanni might get upset, depending on the outcome.”

“You said she wasn’t angry when you told her she could be pregnant.”

“She wasn’t.”

“Stop worrying. You’re making me edgy.”

“Sorry.”

“It’s just a human wedding. You got her to agree to be your mate. The tough part is over. Relax.”

“You’re right. She’s here and she’s mine.”

“Exactly.”

The doors dinged for the elevator and Smiley held his breath. Beth stepped out first. He stood so fast his knee slammed into the edge of the table. He grimaced but ignored the pain. He rushed forward but came to a halt when Vanni stepped out. He swayed a little on his feet. A firm hand gripped his elbow to steady him.

Vanni’s hair was down and she wore a lacy dress that he hadn’t seen before. It accentuated her curves and made his dick hard. She was a vision of beauty. Her head turned and she spotted him. Her smile broke him out of his frozen moment.

“I love you,” he blurted.

“Fuck,” Jericho muttered. The male released him. He seemed to fix his attention on Beth. “Is she as nervous as he is?”

“Like a virgin on prom night,” Beth stated. “Yes. I forgot. You probably don’t know what that means, do you? She’s good to go.”

Smiley closed the distance between him and Vanni. He reached out and hoped she didn’t notice the way his hands trembled. He liked the way her cheeks turned slightly pink and how her tongue darted out to wet her lips. “You take my breath away.”

“I hope you don’t mind that I put on a little makeup. I wanted to look my best.”

“I’d have to throw you over my shoulder and carry you to our room to avoid taking you on the floor if you looked any better.”

“Smooth,” Jericho muttered.

“Hot.” Beth sighed.

Smiley cringed a little inside. “I mean, you’re beautiful.”

Vanni ducked her head shyly before lifting her gaze and giving him a dazzling smile. “I’m ready. Are you?”

“Since the first moment I held you in my arms.” He offered her his hand. She took it and he transferred it to his forearm, moving to her side. “Let’s go. They brought us an SUV so your hair doesn’t get windblown.”

“That’s so thoughtful.”

“I’m trying to be,” he admitted.

Vanni leaned against him, holding his gaze. “Just be you. That’s who I love.”

His chest hurt but he knew why. She was his mate, accepted him for who he was and he’d never thought he’d have that. “We’re in this together. Always.”

“We are.” She gripped him a little tighter. “Let’s do this.”

He loved his Vanni.

Epilogue

He tore his shirt over his head and tossed it on the grass. His gaze darted around the woods. “What do you think of the Wild Zone?”

“It’s beautiful. Are we going to meet any of the New Species who live here?”

“Not today. I asked them to stay out of sight but they are close. I didn’t want you to be frightened.”

“You explained that they look a little more animalistic than normal but they are New Species. I know I’m safe.”

“Are you sure you’re feeling up to this?” Smiley studied her eyes, a frown marring his handsome face.

“Yes. I’m sure.”

“Just stay close to me. I’d never allow anything to happen to you.” He glanced down at her belly. “To either of you.”

“I know. Stop worrying. It’s kind of hot but so am I. Are we going swimming or not?”

He nodded. “Okay. Just remember that and try not to show fear. They can sense it. I talked to Leo this morning and he said they were hanging out in this spot. The fishing is great. Some of the residents are on standby in case they are needed. You’re totally safe.”

“I really want to meet them.” Vanni felt excited. “This is so cool.”

He grinned. “It is.” He clasped her hand and led her toward the edge of the river.

Vanni peered around but didn’t spot them at first. The wide expanse of river distracted her though. Heavy trees lined the other side and the sight of unspoiled natural beauty never ceased to amaze her. It’s why she’d chosen to live at Reservation. She loved their cabin in the woods. She’d even put out bird feeders and dozens of them visited their porch every day.

Smiley paused and drew her to a halt. “There they are.” He raised his free hand and pointed.

She followed the line of his finger and caught a glimpse of something light brown moving in the tall grass. It emerged at the edge of the river and she smiled. “He’s so big.”

“That’s Gus.”

“I thought they’d be dark brown.”

“Only when their coats are wet.”

A second one, slightly larger than the first, came out of the grass. Smiley released her hand and hugged her around her waist. He absently rubbed her slightly extended belly. It was something he did often since they’d learned she was pregnant. It hadn’t happened right away but six months of trying had accomplished it. They’d just found out four weeks before.

“That’s Pete. He’s a lazy thing. He’s also a good hundred pounds larger. He loves to sleep.”

“They hibernate in the winter, right?”

“Yes. They just came out of it not too long ago. They are actually much bigger at the end of summer. I’m going to go say hello and let you see how friendly they are. Stay here.”

She clutched at him. “Are you sure it’s safe?”

“They are my friends.” He gave her a reassuring look. “You trust me.”

“You know it.”

She hated to let him go but he never left her for long. He’d even cut his work hours to spend more time with her. He’d become more than her lover and her mate. He was her best friend. She hugged her middle and watched him slowly approach the pair of grizzlies. They either smelled or saw him, both turning their heads.

“Your daddy is really brave,” she whispered.

“I heard that,” Smiley called out but he didn’t glance over his shoulder to look her way. “Your mother is incredibly beautiful. I’d tell him you’re sexy but he won’t understand that term until he’s old enough to notice females.”

Vanni smiled. “Just be careful.”

“Always.”

She was nervous when he walked right up to the pair. One of them opened his mouth and she tensed, expecting the bear to bite him. He didn’t. He actually turned his head and she watched in amazement as Smiley reached out, roughly rubbing the top of his head. The other one swaggered closer and bumped into his side. Smiley laughed and rubbed his head too.

“Good boys,” she heard him say. “How have you been?”

Pride and a little awe swept through Vanni. Her mate was amazing. He turned his head and grinned at her. “See? They’ve really adjusted to life at Reservation and accept us. They are downright friendly.”

She was glad they didn’t attack him.

He left the bears and returned to her side. “They are fine with you this close to them.” He locked gazes with her. “You know I’d never allow anything to hurt you. Your scent is all over me. I made sure of it. They like it.”

“Not in the I-want-to-eat-you-for-dinner way, right?”

“That’s how I feel.” He winked. “I like to eat you all the time.”

She didn’t blush anymore when he said things like that. “I like that too.”

The bears just stared at her from a distance but didn’t seem to mind her presence. Smiley moved to put his body between her and them. He always took a protective stance when he thought she might be in danger and she appreciated it. He’d never let anything bad happen to her. She had faith.

The bears turned away and moved closer to the river. Smiley shifted his position and stepped behind her, wrapping his arms loosely around her waist.

She relaxed against him. “Thank you for bringing me here and sharing this.”

He rested his chin on top of her head. “I want to share everything with you, babe. Life wouldn’t have meaning without you.”

She blinked back tears. “If you tell me how much you love me, I’m going to sob. Damn hormones.”

He made that soft rumbling sound she found so sexy. “I’ll show you later instead. You never shed tears when I strip you naked.”

“I’m getting hot.”

“We’ll go swimming a ways down the river, away from them. There’s this little spot I know where a pool has formed in the rocks and it’s not deep. The water won’t be as cold.”

“I think we should skip that and just go home.” She turned her head and looked up at him. “And get naked in our tub.”

“We do love water.” His hand around her waist inched lower, his thumb teasing the area just under the waist of her shorts. “And being together.”

“We can watch the bears later.”

“I’m much rather watch you.”

“Now I’m really getting hot.”

He chuckled. “We’ll see you tomorrow, boys. My mate needs me more. It’s all about priorities. One day we’ll hopefully find females for and you’ll understand. They are everything.”

About Laurann Dohner

I’m a full-time “in-house supervisor” (sounds much better than plain ol’ housewife), mother and writer. I’m addicted to caramel iced coffee, the occasional candy bar (or two) and trying to get at least five hours of sleep at night.

I love to write all kinds of stories. I think the best part about writing is the fact that real life is always uncertain, always tossing things at us that we have no control over, but when you write, you can make sure there’s always a happy ending. I love that about writing. I love to sit down at my computer desk, put on my headphones and listen to loud music to block out the world around me, so I can create worlds in front of me.

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