Free Lacey and Lethal by Laurann Dohner Page B

hit the brakes and Chase’s eyes widened.
    “We had company,” Lethal called out.
    The back door slid open and a tall blond wearing a kilt climbed out. “I’m glad to see you.”
    “It’s good to see you too but couldn’t you have worn pants to my rescue? Were you gonna flash your hairy thighs to distract them while Chase got me out?”
    Blaron laughed. “I would have if it worked to save your arse.” He peered at Lacey. “This is her? That wee lass captured you?”
    “Shut up. Let’s go. Her team found us and I’m sure they’ve realized by now that we’re gone. They’ll be leaving there soon and I don’t want to make it easy for them to locate us.”
    He crawled into the van on his knees, ducking his head, and glanced at a few of the werewolves sitting on the floor in the back. “Any of you touch her and you’re dog biscuits.”
    Blaron climbed in and closed the door. “Let’s go, Chase.”
    “Where to?”
    Lethal hesitated. “The club. We have to take care of these hunters and they will be coming for us anyway. We don’t want to disappoint them.”
    Chase eased off the brake and the vehicle rolled forward. “Isn’t she going to be upset if we kill them?”
    Lethal settled more comfortably with Lacey on his lap. “They weren’t coming after us to just say hello. I heard them talking while they were surrounding the building. They are pretty angry that she attempted to fool them into believing she’d dusted me. The one called Jeff had a surveillance camera hidden where I was kept.” He inwardly winced, determined to find all video the bastard might have of his Lacey, naked, astride him. Nobody but he would see her beautiful breasts bounce while she rode him. “The humans need their memories wiped or they need to die.”

Chapter Seven
     
    “Wake up, my bonny lass,” a sexy, masculine voice crooned next to her ear. Hot breath tickled her skin before a gentle kiss brushed along her neck.
    Lacey opened her eyes to stare at a white ceiling. She flattened her palms against Lethal’s solid chest. She fisted a handful of his tank top as she focused on his blue eyes.
    “You dick.”
    He grinned. “Aw, that’s my sweet lass. Tell me how you really feel.”
    “You blood drugged me.” There wasn’t a thing wrong with her memory. “Where are we?” She looked past his face again, studying the ceiling. It wasn’t her apartment. She was almost afraid to turn her head.
    “We’re at my club.”
    Her heart lurched. “Why?” Had he lied to her? Was he going to toss her to his other vampires to drain dry? It was the worst scenario she could come up with on short notice.
    “I told you, I’m fond of the place. I wanted you to see it.”
    She didn’t believe him. “Lethal?” Her grip on him tightened even more. He was bent half over her and she was lying on something soft that kept her slightly upright. “What are you planning?”
    Irritation narrowed his eyes. “I don’t know how many times I’ve got to say it. You’re safe.”
    “Not quite,” a deep male voice stated. “Her friends could show up at any time.”
    Lacey jerked her head to the side and gawked at the tall blond man wearing a red kilt. He wore a belt with a sheathed sword and a black tank top. A long braid trailed over one broad shoulder, down his chest, to almost the hilt of the weapon. His accent was a little thicker than Lethal’s but she guessed they were from the same place. It meant he must be the one she’d heard about from Lethal. Not only was she in a room with one vampire, but two.
    “That’s Blaron,” Lethal rasped, still watching her intently. “How do you feel?”
    She had to force herself to look at him. “Angry.”
    “Besides that? Do you feel stronger?”
    “I feel betrayed. You lied to me.”
    He flinched. “I’m sorry. I told you why I had to do it.”
    “You tricked me into taking your blood and I told you the club wasn’t safe.”
    “Your friends showed up at your apartment.”
    That news