She clamped her lips together and arched her hips against him.
No, no she could be just a woman. She could—
He pulled back a bit, kept her pinned. Then took her breast in his mouth. Her ni**les were so sensitive that the rough lick of his tongue had her moaning.
Her nails raked over his skin. He growled, and she caught the scent of blood.
Her eyes widened in horror when Allison realized that she’d scratched open his skin.
Cade’s head lifted. His thrusts stilled as his c**k filled her. Her sex clamped around him, sensitive, eager for the pleasure that would come. His gaze held hers, and she wondered if he’d pull away.
“Go ahead,” he told her, voice deep, dark, and rumbling, “bite me.” A dare.
Then he withdrew…drove deep.
She bit him. On his neck this time. Hesitant at first because she didn’t really know what the hell she was doing, but her sharpened canines figured it out fast. They sank right through flesh and his blood slid onto her tongue.
She came at that first taste, her body shuddering with the blasts of pleasure that had her holding him as tightly as she could.
But Cade wasn’t done with her. Not yet. He kept thrusting. Stronger, wilder, and the feel of his c**k sliding in and out of her sex had pleasure sweeping through her again.
Allison licked gently over the small wound she’d made on his neck. Shame lurked inside of her, but she wouldn’t feel it, not then. Then she only wanted the pleasure and him.
Her gaze met Cade’s.
“My turn.”
Allison’s lips parted. “What—”
He carried her out of the shower. Not withdrawing from her, but filling her as he strode back to the bed. They fell on the mattress, both soaking wet, and rolled in a tangle of limbs. Cade rose above her, and there was no mistaking the hungry lust burning in his gaze. “You’re not the only one who likes to bite.”
Her own eyes widened even as she reached for him.
His mouth closed over her flesh, right there, where the curve of her shoulder met her neck. She didn’t know what she expected but—
His teeth pressed into her flesh, and the Allison that she was becoming—the woman who tasted blood and climaxed—her breath whispered out in anticipation.
Cade bit her. Not to drink, not like she’d done before with him. This seemed…different. More of a marking.
Claiming?
Then she stopped worrying about bites and differences and just enjoyed the feel of his c**k within her.
This time, when she came, he was right with her. Growling out his pleasure and holding her even tighter than she’d held him.
In that one moment, she didn’t care about what she was becoming.
She didn’t really give a damn about anything else but him.
***
Elsa stared into her dark mirror. It wasn’t showing her anything now. No past. No present. Nothing.
Her hand slammed into the glass surface. It cracked beneath her palm, tiny, spider-wed like cracks that rippled across the surface.
Allison wasn’t dead. Because of that ass**le wolf. He’d given her shelter. He’d protect her. Gotten her ass out of the fire.
He should have been the one to kill Allison. Not to keep her alive. What use was an assassin if he couldn’t f**king kill anyone?
She lifted her hand, not caring about the drops of blood that flew from the scratches on her palm. All the supernaturals in the area knew just what Cade Thain was. They knew how much he hated vampires.
But, now, unless she missed her guess, he was f**king one. Why else would he keep Allison alive?
Why else?
A loud crash sounded behind her. Elsa didn’t move. She just kept staring into her broken mirror. Footsteps pounded up the staircase
“Where is she?”
So the vampire had finally found her home. He must be mighty pissed if he’d come out hunting in the daytime. He could have waited. Dusk was only an hour away.
Elsa didn’t answer him. She didn’t want to look away from her mirror. She didn’t—
A snarl hung in the air, and, in the next moment, she hung in the air, held up by the vampire’s grip on her throat. The big, blond vampire shook her like she was a rag doll and if he hadn’t been choking her, Elsa would have laughed right in his face.
“Where is she?” he demanded.
Elsa knew this vampire. Charles Crawford. A vamp who’d been walking the earth for over two hundred years.
A vamp who’d been tracking Allison for weeks.
He knew what she was. Vampires could always sense when a pureblood turning was at hand. And Allison had been right there in the city with the guy just nights before. No wonder he’d almost caught her in that alley.
Would have caught her, if Cade hadn’t plunged his claws into Crawford’s throat. Yes, her mirror had shown her that truth, too late. It hadn’t been Allison’s blood dripping from that alley’s walls the first night. Cade had attacked Crawford.
She smiled.
Crawford’s eyes narrowed. “What have you done?”
His hold eased, just enough for her to speak. “N-not me.” Her smile widened even more. “Werewolf.”
“That bastard? He still has her?”
“Gonna…kill her.” And the perfect plan hit her. “Unless…” Her breath heaved out as she studied the vamp. Maybe he could get the job done for her.
Wouldn’t that be fitting?
“Unless what?” he snapped. Poor vampire. With the werewolf hiding Allison in the woods, he wouldn’t have been able to catch her scent anymore.
And he’d be wanting to find the lost pureblood very badly. Purebloods were the favored in the vamp clans.
Elsa tried to appear careless as she said, “He’ll kill her…Unless you can kill him first.”
Now that bit had Crawford stepping back. “Tell me where the wolf is, and he’s dead.”
Elsa rubbed her throat and glanced back at her broken mirror. She saw nothing, because there was nothing left to see.
The end was coming.
It won’t be my end. It won’t. Crawford could take out the werewolf, and she would find a way to kill the pureblood.
“Don’t worry,” she told the vampire. “You won’t have to wait long.” Not long at all. “When night falls, he’ll come here. To you.”
She didn’t need her mirror to know that. Cade wouldn’t wait for her to attack again. She’d studied him. Learned his habits before she approached her would-be killer. No, he wouldn’t sit back and wait for another attack. He’d come after her.