No Mercy (Dark-Hunter 18)

"Yeah, and the flashy thing is just an eye test."

What in the world was he talking about now? "The what?"

"Flashy thing? Haven't you ever seen Will Smith in Men in Black?"

"Uh...no."

He sighed. "You're so deprived."

"And you're so peculiar. Is there anyone else who saw the Daimon who isn't afraid of me?"

"I'm not afraid of you. I'm afraid of the brain damage you're going to give me. No offense, but I need my last three working brain cells."

"I've never given anyone brain damage by doing this."

"Uh-huh." He wrinkled his nose. "That you know of. Have you done CAT scans on everyone you've done this with? No. Do you know whether or not you took out their long-term or short-term memory portions of the brain?"

No, but that really wasn't an issue. She wasn't going to radiate him or anything. "Paranoid much?"

"Absolutely. You watch this door for a hundred years and see some of the shit that comes through here. You'd be paranoid too. I don't want no mojo hocus pocus stirring in my head. If I want to play head games, I'll download Sudoku on my iPhone."

Sam held her hands up in surrender. There was no use arguing with someone who was this stubborn. "Fine. I'll do it without touching you."

"Ah, now that's just rude." He narrowed his gaze on her.

Sam knew he had something in mind and when he spoke again, she gaped at his intentions. "Fine then if that's what you want. You go digging in my head and I'm going to stand here and undress you with my eyes until you're buck naked. Just so you know, I'm putting you in a sheer red thong. No bra...maybe a pair of red pasties...no, better yet, strawberry-flavored nipple paint and I'm coating your entire body in honey."

Sam grimaced. "You're a male pig."

"I'm a bearswain and you're lucky I'm tolerating you to pick through my brain. Last person tried that, I ate their head, and besides, I should get something out of this before you destroy my frontal lobe and make me drool on myself and relearn how to use eating utensils. Have you ever tried doing that when you're a bear? It wasn't easy the first time. Last thing I want to do is relearn it at my archaic age."

She had to roll her eyes again at his unwarranted hysteria. "I don't think that's the part of the brain that controls your drool."

"But you don't know for sure, now do you? No, you don't. 'Cause you're a Daimon necrologist, not a Were-Hunter neurologist. You don't know what damage you're going to do until it's too late and then an I'm-sorry-Dev-I-burned-out-your-brain ain't worth squat. Probably won't even understand the apology because you'll hose my Wernicke's area of the brain and set me back to infancy."

Ignoring him, she closed her eyes and reached out to him with her powers. "If it makes you feel any better, I don't like doing this."

"For the record, it don't. But while you're in there if you happen to see where I lost my nano, let me know. Been looking for it for days now. And the least you could do, Ms. Intrusive, is tell me where to find it."

He was so strange.

Sam drew a deep breath and while he was distracted, reached out and wrapped her hand in his hair before laying her bare fist on his neck. She laughed triumphantly while he cursed. But she had him now and he couldn't pull away without losing hair. She had no idea why getting something over on him made her feel so good, but it did.

Until she realized that she wasn't reading anything from him.

Nothing.

What the...?

It wasn't possible. She touched someone and they bled out thoughts. But not this time. Dev was completely blank to her.

She had nothing.

He snatched her hand away from his neck and grimaced as he lost some hair. "That was a dirty trick."

She ignored his anger. "You're empty."

"Well, you ain't so great yourself, lady."

She shook her head at his offended tone. "No, that's not what I meant. I can't read you. At all. It's like..." Like she was normal.

Not possible. She buried her hand in his soft hair again.

Still nothing.

Dev started to push her away, but two things kept him from it. One, he didn't want her to snatch out another handful of his hair and two...

She felt really, really good this close to him. The scent of her skin filled his head and all he could see was the image he'd told her he was going to imagine. Every nerve in his body fired as he stared at his own reflection in her sunglasses and saw her naked in front of him. Before he could stop himself, he pulled those sunglasses off and tilted her chin up.

Don't do it.

Asking him to stop was like asking a rock to swim--an impossible task. His body hungry for her, he dipped his head down and sampled heaven. Her soft lips met his and she breathed into him.

Sam's senses fired as she tasted the heat of Dev's kiss. Raw and demanding, he ravished her mouth and left her breathless. But it wasn't just his kiss that ignited her, it was the fact that she couldn't feel his emotions while he did it. Hear his thoughts. For one moment and for the first time in over five thousand years, she heard nothing but the beating of her own heart. She felt only her sensations.

Not his. Not even a smidgen.

That reality ripped through her and made her hungrier than she'd ever been before. She could sleep with him and not be haunted by it.

Her heart pounding, she deepened their kiss, wanting to savor every lick and touch the way she'd done when she'd been human.

Dev's hormones kicked into high gear as she ran her hands over him, pulling him closer and closer...like she wanted to crawl inside him. She reached down between them to cup him in her hand through his jeans. Nothing could have made him hotter. Well, not entirely true. Had they been naked with her on her knees, it would have definitely made him hotter. But this was damn close.

He turned with her and pressed her against the wall. She lifted her legs to wrap them around his waist and squeezed him tight between her strong thighs.

Oh yeah... If they were naked, he'd be in complete ecstasy and right now all he could think about was being inside her.

"Dev! Fight!"

Dev jerked as he heard Colt's voice over the headset--this time of night, they worked a skeleton crew which meant he and Colt were the sole awake muscle in the bar--the rest of the men were off the clock and most likely asleep. The only other staff in the bar was Aimee and their new human waitress who was the size of an emaciated twelve-year-old. Since he didn't know if the threat was human or preternatural, he couldn't ignore the call.

Damn it. He could kill them for the crappy timing.

He met Sam's startled gaze. "Sorry, love. Gotta go."

She nodded as her legs fell away and she freed him.

Whoever had done this, they better be dying 'cause if they weren't, they would be. Grinding his teeth in frustration, he dodged through the doors to head for the ruckus.

Sam cursed in frustration as she took off after him to see what was going on.

Okay, I'm really not this big a slut. It'd just been so long since she'd touched a man without having to deal with his issues, that her hormones had swallowed her common sense. And honestly, she wanted him back for another round....

One that lasted a whole lot longer than three minutes.

Trying not to think about that, she went to help with whatever was happening.