Blood Rain. Amy Blankenship

of Vincent’s face being pressed against her breasts when he’d first teleported back into the store flashed in Ren’s mind making him growl again and glare down at her in stern warning.

      â€œI think you might want to let go of her mate,” Vincent demanded. He didn’t like the way Ren was looking at her… or the animalistic growling for that matter. He started to close the distance between them but his steps faltered when he heard Lacey's breathless voice.

      â€œWhen I closed my eyes just then, I couldn’t see the demons anymore… but I could feel them as they passed by. I could almost taste their maliciousness and evil auras. And without meaning to, I turned away from it and tapped into what Gypsy and Nick are… doing in the bomb shelter just below us.”

      Ren fought to concentrate through the red haze of evil that was relentlessly clawing its way into his brain and gradually understood what had spiked her passion… but the fact that she’d silently called out to Vincent instead of him was not allowed… never again. He slowly lifted his gaze over her head to stare directly at the man he was about to kill.

      When Ren’s fingers suddenly tightened to the point of pain, Lacey jerked her wrist out of his grip and took a hurried step back from him. Lifting her hand to rub the wrist he’d been gripping so hard she frowned. “And your anger stings, so how about toning it down since this unwanted ability is entirely your fault… not mine.”

      When she caught the flash of silver behind the dark shades he was wearing, she took another step back only to watch as arms came around her from behind. Still dealing with the aftershocks of being turned on and climaxing so quickly, she leaned back into Vincent’s familiar embrace.

      Vincent tightened his arms around her protectively and narrowed his gaze on Ren. “Just what is she accusing you of doing to her?”

      â€œVincent don’t,” Lacey warned when an even stronger wave of evil energy pushed away the delicious vibes she’d been getting from the bomb shelter below. She frowned when it dawned on her that if she was sensing these disturbing auras so strongly… then there was a very good chance Ren was getting an evil overdose of them.

      â€œDon’t make the mistake of thinking I’m scared of him dove,” Vincent said calmly, meaning every word.

      Ren focused on the way one of Vincent’s arms crossed just above Lacey's full breasts, while the other was a mere inch below. The hold looked a tad bit too seductive and possessive for his tastes and she was right about Nick and Gypsy… he could feel them making love along with the enormous amount of evil that had yet to make it safely out of his succubus range. It wasn't a good combination to be adding jealousy and anger too.

      â€œHey Vincent, I’m curious about something. How long does it take to revive after having your neck snapped?” The corner of Ren's lips lifted in the barest hint of a wicked smile. “Never mind, I know how to find out the answer.”

      Lacey's lips parted and she threw her arms out to stop Ren but to her surprise Vincent's body literally vanished into thin air making her stumble backwards. The next thing she knew, her back was against the cold glass of the window. Her eyes widened wondering what Ren had done to Vincent to make him disappear without even touching him.

      Ren barely registered the fact that Storm had just stolen his target from him as his attention returned to Lacey. He shot forward and slammed a palm on each side of her, trapping his prey against the shuddering glass. As he stared down at his prisoner, he could see the shadowy forms of demons on the other side of her passing so close that he could have thrust his hand through the window and grabbed them.

      Lacey slowly turned her head to look at one of his hands and noticed it was aligned with the bloody handprint on the other side of the glass. A hairline crack formed in the window where he was touching it and started a zigzagged path toward her. She felt fear wash across her when one of the shadows slammed against the window with a thump. She swallowed knowing shadows really shouldn’t make a sound or be able to vibrate the glass like that.

      Not wanting the only thing between her and the demons to break, Lacey jerked her frightened gaze back up to Ren. She needed to calm him down before it was too late and did the first thing that came to mind.

      Grabbing his shoulder with one hand, Lacey surged upwards pressing her lips hard against his, while her other hand slid down across the crotch of his pants. She quickly found proof that he was not only out of control but obviously turned on. She wrapped her hand over the huge bulge and gripped him, as she aggressively licked and sucked at his bottom lip.

      Ren closed his eyes and growled, as his world tried to narrow down with the need to be so far inside Lacey that she would never again want to be in the arms of another man.

      When the first thing Ren did was growl ominously, Lacey started to push away from him with all intentions of running like hell but his arm quickly wrapped around her and lifted her up against him. She blinked when his thigh forced its way between her legs and quickly found herself straddling it, making her dress ride up high on her hips.

      The arousal she’d been feeling slammed back into her without mercy… but this time the overwhelming sensation wasn't coming from the couple downstairs. It was coming from the dangerous man that now had her in his grasp.

      Ren gripped the back of her hair and tilted her face upwards as he took the control of the kiss away from her.

      *****

      Vincent growled in frustration when his scenery changed and his arms were suddenly missing the female he’d had such a protective hold on a mere second ago. Looking for Lacey, he turned full circle and gritted his teeth when he realized he was in a completely different place… some kind of huge office from the looks of it.

      â€œBloody hell,” he ranted, now totally confused.

      â€œWelcome to PIT,” Storm said from his seat behind the desk. He had been looking forward to this and tried hard not to smile.

      â€œPIT,” Vincent asked, swinging around to locate the voice. “I’ve heard of you blokes, never thought I’d get a chance to meet any of you though.”

      â€œYou’ll meet more than a few of us… with Ren being the first,” Storm informed him.

      Vincent stiffened at Ren’s name. “No wonder the big jerkoff is so bloody confident. He damn near has an army to back him up.”

      Storm suppressed his smirk. “Ren doesn’t need an army but that’s not the reason I brought you here.”

      â€œThen what is the reason,” Vincent inquired, actually feeling impatient. He needed to get back to Lacey and make sure she was safe.

      â€œIf you are finished pretending to be a slave for the demons… I want you to join PIT,” Storm said, getting to the root of the matter. “Your abilities make you a perfect match for PIT and your slight addiction can be dealt with.”

      Vincent sent a glare at the other man. “What addiction would that be mate?”

      â€œThe one where you’re hooked on getting yourself killed,” Storm answered with a steady gaze. “I assure you, going up against the demons with us… there is a good possibility you’ll still get your fix.”

      â€œThat’s all fine and dandy but I think I’ll pass. The only reason I’m in this bloody city is for Lacey and leaving her alone with that silver eyed demon is not on my agenda,” Vincent said becoming agitated.

      â€œRen is a human at heart, which means he bleeds just as red as you do,” Storm corrected. “You two actually have a lot in common since you both have rare powers. Where you have the ability to revive from any injury including death, Ren has the ability to siphon the power from any type of supernatural being that’s within his siphoning range. The animosity you hold for Ren is unfounded… he is not of