Dark Flames . Amy BlankenshipЧитать онлайн книгу.
for bringing me here,” Alicia said with a happy smile. She rose back up on her tiptoes and pressed her swollen lips back to his knowing how hard it was for him to share her right now.
“I love you,” she whispered before attempting to back away. She didn’t get very far.
Damon gave her a dark, possessive look and refused to relinquish his hold on her. When she looked up at him with an adorable pout, his chest rumbled with a deep growl before pressing his lips back to hers one more time. When her fingers brushed against the back of his neck with tantalizing softness, Damon lifted his head and took a shuddering breath.
“Keep that up and I will take us to a more private setting to finish what we’ve started.” Damon warned.
Alicia’s eyes lit up, “Please? The roof is always secluded.”
Damon smirked, “Minx,” he muttered before turning her around and ushering her toward the front door with an affectionate slap on the bottom.
He didn’t like leaving her alone with Micah but he’d be damned if he was taking her anywhere near those horny werewolves at Love Bites. He wanted to strike a deal with them and that wouldn’t happen if he was busy killing every wolf who looked sideways at her.
Alicia noticed that Micah had all the lights back on and was busy working when they walked in. Most of the shattered glass had been picked up off the floor and the heavy light fixture had been moved out of the way. A sawhorse was set up on the floor with a long piece of two-by-four propped across it. The loud noise of the electric saw echoed loudly in the acoustic room making Alicia and Damon wince.
Damon let his irritated gaze follow the long line of the power cord to the wall and nonchalantly walked over to the outlet. He couldn’t have brother dearest working when he was supposed to be babysitting his little sister. He pulled the plug and the saw went quiet making Micah look up with an annoyed expression.
When Micah saw Alicia standing inside the door, his face broke out into the kind of smile that made Damon’s eyes narrow.
“Hey sis,” Micah said and set the saw down. “What brings you here again so soon? Did you run away from your husband again?”
A clearing throat made him look over and smirk at Damon. “I guess that answers my question.”
Damon growled making Micah and Alicia laugh softly.
“Calm down big man,” Micah said. “Since you’re part of the family, it’s mandatory you get teased by everyone at least once a day.”
Alicia stepped out on the main floor, taking a good look around. “You’ve gotten a lot done since I was here last night.”
Micah shrugged, “Nothing better to do. Quinn and Warren are doing their thing over at Moon Dance and left this place to me.”
“What can I do to help out?” Alicia asked.
“You two are offering to help out?” Micah answered her with a question of his own.
“She is,” Damon corrected. “I’m leaving her here with you while I go take care of something that needs my immediate attention.”
Alicia raised an eyebrow having thought Damon was staying here with her. Her eyes narrowed realizing he’d had an alternate agenda all along. “I thought we were going to stop keeping secrets,” Alicia accused.
Damon smiled softly at her and tapped her lightly on the chin. “It’s a surprise,” he said. “I can’t very well surprise my new wife if I don’t have a secret or two… now can I?”
Alicia crossed her arms over her chest. “What are you up to?” she demanded and then gasped when Damon was suddenly behind her pulling her back against him in a tight embrace before dipping his lips to brush the shell of her ear.
“You’ll find out soon enough. Now, do you want to stay here… or go back to our bed?” the corners of Damon’s lips lifted in a satisfied smile when Alicia melted backwards against him and he caught the scent of her arousal spike.
Micah refrained from rolling his eyes and turning away from them. He knew they were mates but the instinct to rip Damon away from her was a slow learner.
“I’ll stay,” Alicia whispered and tried to pull away from him but Damon kept her caged in arms of steel for a moment longer. Liking the feel, she wrapped her arms around his as if to keep him there.
“I am leaving her in your care.” Damon stated looking directly at Micah… letting him see firsthand to whom it was she truly belonged. “Protect her until I get back.” Reaching for Alicia’s chin, he turned her face so he could place a scalding kiss there before exiting the club so fast that all they saw was the doors open and close.
Once Micah was sure Damon was gone he slammed his fist down on the bar. “Protect her until I get back,” he mimicked in a hostile voice. “You’d think I’ve never had to protect anyone before.”
“Speaking of which,” Alicia said, the blush Damon had caused now gone from her face. “I have a very big bone to pick with you dear brother. All those times you came to the boarding school to visit while I was growing up, you said you were teaching me how to fight.”
Micah froze and resisted the urge to take a step back.
“You were only pretending, weren’t you?” she demanded.
“Well,” Micah said with an expression of defeat. “I never thought you would need to learn that kind of thing. I only let you believe I was teaching you to fight but in truth it was just supposed to be fun.”
“You’re going to start teaching me to fight right now,” Alicia said with authority.
Micah’s eyebrows shot up into his bangs. “Say what?”
“You heard me.” Alicia growled wanting to be just as tough as the guys. “You’re going to teach me the right way or I’m turning around, walking right out this door, and explaining to Damon that you couldn’t keep a good enough eye on me.”
“You wouldn’t,” Micah whispered.
Alicia smirked knowing she’d just won her way, “Watch me!”
Micah sighed and ran a hand through his hair. “Okay, okay, I’ll… teach you how to fight.”
Alicia hopped around in a circle, “Yay!”
Micah rubbed his hand over his eyes trying to erase the fact that she was being the little sister he’d never wanted to have a reason to get into a fight. She was so cute when she acted every bit of five years old. This was why he’d never really taught her to fight… how was he supposed to spar with something so cute?
“Okay, but drop the ballerina act or I’ll never be able to do this,” Micah instructed. “The first thing you have to realize is that if you’re going to fight someone, then you can’t be happy about it.”
“I must be angry at the target,” Alicia grumbled. “I got it.”
“And the second thing is always keep your eye on the enemy.”
Alicia blinked and he was gone… wonderful!
Chapter 6
Michael walked slowly through the big house that had suddenly become very empty since Kane went MIA. His only company now was Scrappy, who always came and went as he pleased. The little fur ball was currently following him around the house waiting for Michael to sit down somewhere.
When Michael finally took a seat on the sofa, Scrappy wasted no time in hopping up on his lap.
“So, what do you think, Dust Bunny?” Michael asked feeling more alone than he had in years.
Scrappy looked up at him with such an adorable expression that Michael couldn’t help but laugh. He was missing Damon as well… though he had to admit that he was missing Alicia just a little bit more than his brother.