His Darkest Salvation (Jaguar Warriors 3)

She watched him warily as his eyes gave her the once-over and made no effort to hide her disgust. To think she’d considered, even briefly, using him for sex. It spoke of desperation, and in that instant, she hated Julian Castille for everything he’d done to her. Even if it wasn’t his choice.

She was gonna have to become a nun. She thought of the blue vibrator. Or invest in a lot of batteries.

“You really are quite magnificent.” Kragen took a step toward her. “I was telling you the truth. I have no idea where Cormac is holed up. He’s gone dark over the last few months, and from what I can tell, paranoid as all hell.”

He shrugged and ran his hands through the hair atop his head. “He’s waiting.”

“For what?” Jaden let that information run through her mind. He knew more than he was letting on. She was sure of it.

“He’s gathering his forces, preparing for when the shit hits.”

“And when he sends out the call, will you answer?”

The sorcerer shook his head and shrugged. “At this point, my only concern is taking care of my own ass. I have no idea how things are going to shake out.” He pinned her with a direct stare. “O’Hara is one helluva powerful mage. I don’t think you know what you’re up against. You’d best tread carefully. I’d hate to see your lovely ass served up on a platter at one of his parties.”

“We are committed to the cause,” the lie slipped from her mouth easily, “but we don’t trust Cormac.”

“Lady, you’ve no idea . . .” Kragen looked away and for the first time Jaden saw fear shadow his face. That had all kinds of alarm bells banging inside her.

“I need to find him,” she said firmly, “and will do whatever it takes to accomplish that.”

He laughed. “Including screwing total strangers?” He leered at her. “Your father pretty much offered you up for free. A taste of DaCosta meat is what I was after.”

The glow from his hands flashed bright, then disappeared, leaving her temporarily blinded.

“I’m not leaving until I get it.”

A burst of energy hit Jaden in the chest, throwing her off balance. Kragen was there in an instant, his arms going around hers, pinning her tightly. Inside her jaguar burned, welcoming the violence, feeding upon it.

“This is going to be fun,” she whispered softly, her body stilling as her power gathered inside.

“Yeah,” Kragen whispered at her neck, “that’s what I was thinking.” Her skin crawled as his heat swept across her, and her cat recoiled instantly.

“Wouldn’t have it any other way,” she ground out. “A good asskicking gets the blood moving.”

“Right,” he whispered.

She felt a pull on her limbs, some invisible force tugging at her hands, and she flexed her fingers as heat seared across the skin.

Son of a bitch! The pain was incredible as it roared across her palms.

“The only ass that’s gonna get kicked is yours, but I promise, I’ll be gentle.” His voice was hoarse, and she could tell the thought of violence excited him.

“Fuck you, Kragen.”

His voice was thick, colored with need, and she grimaced as she felt the hard length of him press into her back.

“Yeah, that’s what I was hoping for.”

Chapter 11

Jesus Christ, were all men cut from the same cloth? Did they all think with their dicks?

She gritted her teeth as a fresh wave of anger swept over her, hot, pulsing, feeding the strength inside and agitating her jaguar into a frenzy. Kragen was gonna learn the hard way it wasn’t smart to corner a cat.

He was breathing hard behind her as he attempted to pin her tight to his body, but she arched her back and slammed her foot onto his once more. His yelp of pain made her smile.

“Fucking bitch.”