An Assassin's Touch(3)
Trevor held back a moan of appreciation as his body hummed with arousal. Fuck, the way Shane moved was a thing of beauty. Sensual, graceful and deadly it mesmerized Trevor.
The feline soldiers watched in rapt silence. Their general, Brent, held up one hand to indicate for them all to stay put and continue to keep their yaps shut. An order Trevor was only too glad to obey. He could have watched this show all night long.
That was until the snake began to get the upper hand. He swung his sword to the side, the blade slicing into the edge of Shane’s right hand. Shane let out a low hiss of pain as a spray of blood hit a nearby wall. His fingers lost the grip and one of the short swords hit the ground with a loud clang.
“Stupid, fucking Leopards. They’re always the hardest to kill. But in the end, everyone always dies under my sword,” the snake spat.
Shane glanced up and arched a brow before a smile curled his lips. A shiver danced along Trevor’s spine as he caught the predatory glint in Shane’s gaze. For someone who was cornered and bleeding, Shane didn’t act afraid at all. If anything, Trevor would say the guy acted as if he’d just won the fight.
“Stupid, fucking snakes. They never know when to shut their damn mouths,” Shane returned, his soft voice a near purr.
The snake blinked a few times, a stunned expression crossing his face, the one someone would get right after they’d been bitch slapped. “What did you just say?”
“Here, I’ll shorten it so you’re nugget-sized brain can understand. Shut the fuck up, your twocent comments are boring me. I heard better dialog when I watched Mega Python vs. Gaitoroid.”
The huge man snarled before he charged. Shane gave a disapproving hiss. Trevor’s heart caught in his chest. It wasn’t until he felt Brent’s hand on his arm, staying him, that Trevor realized he’d even started to rush forward to help.
“Don’t worry, Shane can handle this on his own,” Brent advised in a low tone
Trevor glanced up at his team leader. With short brown hair and amber eyes, plus an easygoing nature, Trevor had harbored a crush on the man for a while, despite the fact Brent was mated. At that moment though, Trevor almost hated the man.
How dare he just assume that Shane could take down someone so big and mean looking? Just because Shane was hard and a ruthless fighter didn’t mean that he was frigging infallible. Leopard or not, Shane deserved to have the same support and care as the rest of the coalition.
His fury must have shown on his face because Brent cocked a brow at him. “If I even thought for a moment that Shane was in over his head, I would jump in and help him myself. He’s still one of us, no matter who his parents were.”
A part of Trevor still didn’t buy the explanation, but he didn’t dare voice it aloud. It just wasn’t part of his nature to defy an authority figure like Brent. Trevor pressed his lips into a tight line and watched the battle.
Shane’s bleeding looked worse, a small circle of blood droplets forming a circle on the dusty floor as combatants continued to attack and defend. Just when Trevor felt ready to scream from the anxiety, Shane gave a loud battle cry. He executed a perfect jumping spin kick. Trevor caught a glint of light reflecting off the small blade protruding from the Leopard’s boot. The snake saw it, too, but too late to do anything about it. Shane’s foot arched in front of the snake’s neck, neatly slicing open the soft flesh.
A collective gasp went over the feline soldiers as more blood spilled onto the floor, this time it was snake instead of feline. The snake made a futile attempt to hold the wound closed, his hands clawing at his neck. Shane gave him one more impassive stare before he brought up his remaining short sword. With one smooth move, he plunged it into the snake’s chest.
The large man gave out a pathetic sounding gurgle as Shane pulled his sword free.
“Now it’s you who will die,” Shane told him in an eerily calm voice.
The snake fell to the ground with a loud thump, his body twitched once and then went still. It was only then that Shane finally glanced at the rest of them. He titled his head slightly, as if confused as his gaze slowly traveled over the group before honing in on Trevor.
A slight tremble racked Trevor as he found himself unable to look away or even breathe. The sheer intensity stamped in Shane’s brown-eyed stare gave Trevor this whole startled deer kind of feeling. Finally Shane gave a slight knowing smirk before he directed his attention to Brent. Walking slowly over to the team leader, Shane said, “There are three dead humans in the front office. That was none of my doing.”
The blasé way Shane delivered that information stunned Trevor. For all the care the guy showed, he could have been mentioning something as boring as whose turn it was to pick up the dry cleaning or something.