Silver Bullet Part 1

Silver Bullet.

Delilah Devlin.

Chapter One.

He met her at the water's edge as she returned from her solitary walk, her bare feet sand-encrusted and her steps slow and measured. One hand pressed the small of her back-a disquieting gesture that caused him no small amount of alarm. The purple of dusk was reflected in the circles beneath her beautiful brown eyes.

"Darcy-love, why didn't you wait?" Quentin Albermarle slipped his arm around his wife's slender back, not surprised when she leaned into him to share her burden.

"You wouldn't have enjoyed yourself." She lifted her head to stare into his eyes, one brow arching in amus.e.m.e.nt. "I wanted to watch the sunset."

Her teasing smile warmed his soul. How had he lived before knowing her? Now, he couldn't remember a night that didn't begin and end with her. "Well, you have me there," he said softly. "Sunset's not something I'd find the least bit pleasant." He turned her in his arms and settled his chin on the top of her head as his hands circled her stretched-taut belly. "Still, I'd prefer it if someone accompanied you when I can't be here. It isn't safe," he admonished her lazily, enjoying the breeze that lifted her dark hair to float against his chest and the pleasure of her warm body aligned with his. "It's not like we haven't enough hirelings to spare one for your walks."

"I wanted a little alone time and it was light when I started." She shrugged. "I guess I'm walking a little slow these days."

Quentin's jaw clenched at the familiar fear that struck him. Her ordeal wouldn't be something he could conquer for her. And he suspected the Lamaze cla.s.ses he'd endured at her insistence were as much for his benefit as hers.

Taking a deep breath, he let the air hiss between his teeth and watched the slim gold line that rimmed the navy sea blink out. "More reason to stay inside The Compound, don't you think?"

"The walk was nice. I can't get too flabby or I'll have h.e.l.l getting back in shape for work."

Quentin had his own thoughts about how she looked-her features were a little less lean, but softer and more feminine. He also had rather strong thoughts about whether she should ever return to the police force. But there was time for that discussion later. "You're beautiful and wearing my favorite shade of blue."

Darcy looked down at her sky-blue sundress and snorted. "You know darn well it's the color of your eyes."

"I know. Seeing you in it makes me feel like my owners.h.i.+p's stamped all over you."

"I'm wearing your colors, hmmm? You are a primitive man at heart. I like that."

"And feeling downright primal at the moment. I didn't like not finding you beside me when I woke," he let his words rumble, then admitted the truth, "I was worried."

"I'm sorry. I was restless waiting for you to wake from your beauty rest. Besides, I only have to worry about the things that go b.u.mp in the night, right?"

He nuzzled her neck, breathing in her fragrance-her mother's raspberry soap and her own feminine musk. "Were-b.a.s.t.a.r.ds don't fry in the suns.h.i.+ne," he growled, knowing his comment would get a rise out of her.

"Hus.h.!.+" she said, smacking his hand. "No name-calling. Remember, Max is my friend."

He smiled into her hair and lightly squeezed her belly. The child within complained and delivered a solid kick just beneath his hand. "I was thinking of dear old Max when I said it."

"You really need to learn to get along with him. I know he's a little intense, what with him hating vamps in general, but Pia has him leashed."

"That's what has me worried. That walking disaster paired with a werewolf-it's a wonder she's not hacking up hairb.a.l.l.s."

"Wrong species." She giggled. A lovely tinkling sound, all the more precious because she didn't do it often.

He snorted. "Just plain wrong, if you ask me."

Darcy cleared her throat. "Speaking of which, when's the plane coming in?"

"It'll touch down in about fifteen minutes. Then wait until Navarro gets a look at our new pet. Don't be surprised if we see fur flying."

She tilted back her head to look into his eyes, her expression a little pinched. "This Navarro... is he a good guy?"

Quentin shrugged. "He's one of us."

Her eyebrows rose. "Oh, and that's supposed to be rea.s.suring?"

"I'm a good guy," Quentin said softly. "Trust me to make sure introductions are handled appropriately."

"The way you say that-all British and proper... " She s.h.i.+vered. "... does things to me." Then her expression grew serious. "All right, Quentin, I'll trust you so long as you make sure he gives Max a fair chance to prove he's part of the team."

Quentin snorted again.

"Now you have to admit the guy's been a big help tracking the remnants of that rabid wolf pack."

Quentin wasn't ready to give the were any credit. "Takes a dog to sniff another out," he mumbled.

Her nose wrinkled. "You're so prejudiced."

"I have reason to be." Then wis.h.i.+ng to end a conversation that caused her distress, he kissed her lips.

With a sigh, she surrendered her body, leaning more heavily against him. Her mouth opened beneath his, and his tongue lapped inside. She returned soft loving strokes that had him hard as a doork.n.o.b in seconds.

He dragged away his mouth, glad the breeze off the ocean was whipping up enough to cool his overheated skin. "Witch," he whispered.

"What did I do?" she asked, wide-eyed.

The curve of her lips told him she felt his frustration. He narrowed his gaze. "Just you wait..."

"Won't be long now." She rubbed her bottom against his arousal.

What could a vampire do to stop the woman he loves from teasing him into full-fanged arousal? He dragged his teeth along the side of her throat in a silent warning to behave.

"And that's supposed to scare me?" Soft laughter shook her body. "You shouldn't use the same tactic to make me h.o.r.n.y."

His breath gusted in a short laugh. "b.u.g.g.e.r, is that the problem?"

"Someday you're going to tell me what it is you have against weres." She turned in his arms and stared up, moonlight reflecting in her eyes. "And I should be a little angry about the way you always use s.e.x to change the conversation."

With her large belly between them, Quentin's lips twitched. "This from the woman who's discovered the ultimate distraction method of digital manipulation-"

Darcy pressed her finger against his lips to halt his words. "You're not doing it again."

Quentin raised his eyebrows in question.

"Changing the subject." She huffed a long sigh. "I'm worried about Max meeting Navarro. We're only just getting used to the fact he's Lycan, and now Navarro's coming from the Northwest council because of this problem with another Powell brother. Things are happening too fast."

Quentin glared. He opened his mouth to give her a glib answer, but her finger mashed his lips.

"What, you have something to say?" Her finger swirled on his lips then lingered a moment until he dutifully kissed the tip.

When she withdrew it, he said, "Is the problem that you think Navarro won't listen, or that Max is going to misbehave?"

Darcy's brows drew together. "Both."

He gave an exaggerated sigh. "You're going to make me intervene on his behalf, aren't you?" d.a.m.n! He wished she didn't care so much about the wolf.

"Maybe. Is Navarro really going to give him a fair shake, or will he do what's expedient? I mean, I know vamps and weres have this long history of warfare between the species."

"Navarro isn't one to make 'expedient' decisions. h.e.l.l, I'd second him if he did in this case. But Navarro's...deep, likes to consider things before he acts. Now if it were up to me..."

"I know, you'd have poor Max's were-head mounted on the wall."

"Poor Max?" Quentin grinned. He couldn't help it. The thought of Max's head glowering above the mantel cheered him considerably. But Darcy's darkening expression had him saying, "You think I'd want that ugly mug of his preserved?"

"Quentin! This isn't funny. I'm scared." The frown still marring her brow, Darcy played with a b.u.t.ton on the front of his s.h.i.+rt. "I don't get why you're so set against him."

"I have my reasons," he said, folding her upper body closer to his chest.

"Well, that certainly fills in the blanks." Her nose nuzzled his neck, and she sighed. "You know, it's not fair that you have this long past I don't know anything about."

"Ask me anything," he said, his voice gruff. "I'll tell you what I can."

She leaned away. "Really?"

Quentin hadn't realized how important the issue was until her expression softened and her eyes grew moist. He cupped her face between his palms. "I'm yours, Darcy," he whispered fiercely, "body, soul and endless history. I'll bore you to tears with the retelling of all the mundane facts of my misspent youth."

Despite the moisture welling in her eyes, Darcy's lips curved in a wry smile. "I know I won't be bored. Just finding out how you first met Dylan will likely be enough to satisfy my curiosity for weeks." A shadow crossed her face. "But not now. I'm a little tired."

Downplaying his worry, he smiled. "Come rest a while with me?"

"You just got out of bed."

He waggled his eyebrows. "I'll hold you."

"You know what that usually leads to," Darcy said, arching a brow.

"Have I been too demanding?" he asked, his tone mild, knowing she'd rise once again to the bait.

"Not at all, as you d.a.m.n well know." She swatted his chest with her open palm. "I'm frustrated as h.e.l.l!"

He leaned toward her and nuzzled her ear. "Haven't I pleased you?" he growled.

Her breath hitched, and she groaned. "You know you have. Your mouth makes me crazy-the fact my belly's so big I can't watch you drives me even crazier. But I want to please you, too."

"Soon enough, love," he said, wis.h.i.+ng he had her turned so he could rub his aching c.o.c.k against her bottom for relief. As it was, her belly prevented any contact. "This never-ending erection is my penance."

"Why do you owe a penance?"

He shuttered his expression from her knowing glance.

But she was too attuned to his moods. Her head tilted and she smoothed a hand over his cheek. "I know it's hard for you. This isn't your child. I don't blame you a bit for being resentful."

He closed his eyes. "This child will be ours in every way except its conception." He meant it. He really did.

"I know that." She touched his forehead. "You know that." Then she placed her hand on his chest. "But your heart doesn't. Don't feel guilty about the way you feel."

Her eyes shone with love and acceptance.

Funny, sometimes he thought he could see his whole world in her eyes.

"Everything will be all right," she said softly. "You'll see."

He turned his head and placed a kiss in her palm, too overcome for the moment to reply.

Another movement in her belly distracted him. This time it felt like the baby rolled inside her.

Darcy grimaced and moaned softly.

"Is something wrong?"

"My back aches, and I've been having... twinges."

His heart stilled. "Is it the baby? Is it coming?"

"I think so."

"You think so?" he asked, panic rising to constrict his throat. "How long have you known?"

"Since mid-afternoon-I thought a walk might help quicken this whole thing."

"You knew you were in labor and you went for a walk alone?" This time he shouted.

"Uh-huh," Darcy admitted, a smug little smile tilting one side of her mouth. That expression looked familiar.

"f.u.c.king h.e.l.l!" I'm in a panic-and she's smirking at me! "Quick," he said, turning her to walk back to The Compound, "we need to get you to the hospital."

Darcy laughed and grabbed for his hand. "There's no rush. I've been timing the contractions."

"Timing the... contractions?" he parroted, his voice rising. "That's what I've been feeling? I thought the baby was kicking wobblers."

Another grimace crossed Darcy's face.