His red eyes sparkled. “Actually, I meant by fuckin’ you so well not even your fancy wolf healing will let that body forget the Scarlet Fiend.” The way he groaned ‘that body’, with more than a hint of longing as he tongue pressed into the roof of his mouth, touched Alicia. Which was absurd. Even she knew that. She was a widow. A grandmother as he so easily spat out like it was an insult. “But if ya wanna bury me head somewhere instead, that’s cool…I got one idea to start with…”
Nightingale reached out and traced her chin with his fingers. Alicia didn’t move as his gentleness was a surprise.
“What are you even doing here…Why did you come?” Alicia asked softly, letting him continue.
Nightingale answered in the same tone, “I felt like it.”
“You flew all this way, to face a warzone? Fighting alongside people you don’t know…because you felt like it? Are you insane?”
“I do what I want, when I want,” he answered, trailing his thumb down her neck.
“And…what do you feel like doing now…” Alicia breathed, closing her eyes as his hand slipped under her pyjama bottoms, gripped her bare arse and lifted her into his arms, pressing her against the cold stone wall.
“One guess…” he said just before his lips mashed into hers. His body pinned her as his mouth tenderised her lips. She held the back of his skull, biting his jawline as the tips of his fingers entered her under her bum. The tips of his fingers eased into her, strumming her entrance as they became wetter and wetter. Alicia gripped his dick with her free hand and it was here he paused. Her claws were out, digging into the leather pants he wore and the flesh underneath.
“I don’t care what kind of chicks you’re used to…” she heaved, “or that you feel like fucking me. Take this as a thanks for helping us and for putting him to sleep; I won’t rip your dick off. Put. Me. Down.”
Nightingale slowly released himself from her. His fingers eased out and she slowly slid down to her feet, slightly unsteady. She cleared her throat, trying to forget her juices trickling down from her groin. He gave a shrug and raised his hands as if surrendering. “My mistake. I coulda sworn you were up for it. Meantime, I gotta say…” He gave a slight inhale and placed the three fingers he had used in her in his mouth. Sucking the tips one by one, making sure to look at her straight in the eye. “I got ya taste now baby…fuckin’ yum.”
“And I’ve got yours, vampire,” she replied, dipping the blood-stained nails onto her tongue.
“I ain’t afraid of the big bad wolf. I just wanna flip the story around.”
“What story?”
“When big red eats the wolf. Slowly. For hours.”
“You are without doubt-”
“The spunkiest thing walking around on two and a half legs? Ya don’t have ta tell me, babe. I was there.”
“Try the vilest piece of shit I’ve ever seen.”
“Sticks and stones, love,” he replied, slowly licking his lips.
Alicia scoffed and walked away, saying with her back to him, “Touch me again; I’ll bury your head between my legs. But first in concrete.”
“Ya sweet talked me. Me room is two doors down…”
“Not interested. Will never happen.”
“Your dewy lady garden says otherwise.”
“Fuck off,” Alicia slammed the door on her way inside. Despite the feeling of wanting to scratch his eyes out, Alicia ran through some of his replies. That damn cocky grin. Who the hell did he think he was?
She touched her tender lips, making a scowling face. But to be honest, despite the pain that was quickly subsiding, she had never had a kiss affect her like that. Blinding, white hot lust. Wilson had been a decent lover when sober, but even in his most aggressive passion, he never wanted her that badly. Not that she remembered anyway. She looked at her fingers and they were tinged pink with small droplets of blood mixed with saliva. He had taken a bite from her lips and mixed it with the fingers he had removed from under her bum.
“Fucking sneaky prick…” she whispered to herself. She saw in the mirror the damage had healed, and despite herself, she couldn’t help but smile.
Chapter Forty-Two
A Choice Is Made
Dante stood looking out on the moonlit water, finding little to no appreciation for the subtle lights of the bay. Only a day or so ago they couldn’t be seen. This exact spot had been like looking into an abyss.
Now, even with the cloud lifted, he couldn’t rid himself of the greatest darkness, that which resided in himself. He had always considered his options, made the best choice for everyone.
He looked down at his hands, at the two very different items he held, and wondered how things had gone so far. How had they had come to this? The item in his left hand was from Sovereign. A gift or payment. He wasn’t sure. What he did know was, despite them not liking the way things lead up to it, the cloud was gone. Sovereign considered themselves the only power in Sydney. In their eyes the Messengers did not exist. Dante had agreed to help Sovereign on the proviso they agreed to help him locate Julian. And they did.
Against all odds, he and Julian came to an agreement. In exchange for the life of Lee Nightingale, Julian would forfeit all further attempts to hurt Alex and or Michelle, and he would free Melina of her blood oath. Sure, why not. Nightingale meant nothing to him. The city would be better off without such a menace.
So Dante crafted a plan, rigging his home with C4 to
