Bound in Darkness (Bound 2)

Want.

But not there. He forced his head to lift, and he gazed at the smoke billowing above them. That witch was out there, she could come at them anytime, she could—

“Cade.” Allison’s voice wasn’t weak now. Her glanced back at her. She’d pushed against him, let go of his wrist, but she stared at him with hunger in her eyes.

Not hunger for blood.

Lust.

For vampires, those two needs could intertwine so easily. That was why some vamps and their fancy-ass vamp councils had started to spread the PR in the paranormal world about their kind not taking directly from living prey.

Like he bought that bullshit.

Her tongue swiped over her lips. Dark red lips. The burns were already gone from her body. The woman was gonna make one dangerously powerful vampire.

No, not make. She already was powerful.

Her hand rose. Touched his lips. “I want you.”

And he wanted to be buried in her as deep as his c**k could go.

But first… “We need to get out of here.” Because he could hear sirens coming. Like anyone could ignore a blaze this size. The humans would rush in and fight the flames. Their trucks were already so close that his ears picked up the hard growl of the approaching engines.

If he let Allison stay there, the witch could try again with her fire and fury. The humans could get caught in the cross-fire.

He gazed down at Allison. Her dark hair was wet around her, and her clothes clung tightly to her body. A body he’d learned so well with his hands and mouth.

A body he’d know again.

“Come on…” He pulled Allison to her feet. Watched her carefully. After her first feeding, he wasn’t sure what to expect. Her standing there, looking increasingly lost…that wasn’t it.

He pulled her close. “I’ve got a back-up motorcycle stashed close by. Don’t worry.” His lips pressed a quick kiss to her temple.

And he froze.

Shit. Shit. What was happening to him? How could he care so much about what might happen to a vampire? About how she might be feeling for f**k’s sake?

His back teeth clenched.

Screw it. He kept a tight grip on her arm and raced for the hidden motorcycle. He jumped on the bike, and she climbed on behind him, sliding close and putting those never-ending legs of hers alongside his. When the engine roared to life, they leapt forward, driving fast and hard through the woods. With every minute that passed, Cade realized just how dangerous Allison truly was to him.

Dangerous…because she could make him care.

Sonofabitch.

***

Something was wrong with her. Very, very wrong.

It wasn’t just the drinking blood bit. Oh, hell, she’d actually done that. The blood should have revolted her.

Instead…

It had tasted better than any champagne she’d ever had.

Cade’s blood had been so good, and it had made her hungry.

For him.

She ached. Her ni**les hurt, wanting his touch so badly, and with every vibration of that motorcycle…

Cade.

Allison wanted to scream with the frustrated need building so wildly inside of her. This wasn’t normal. This wasn’t right.

And her fangs hadn’t gone away.

Her fangs were out and her fingernails had sharpened up like mini-claws.

Cade parked the motorcycle in front of what looked like your average no-tell-motel. She followed him quickly to the front desk, wondering about the fierce looks he kept sending her.

Did he realize that she was barely keeping it together? That she was seriously considering throwing the guy down on the ground and jumping him?

What is wrong with me?

She’d never been like this.

The balding guy behind the counter didn’t even give them a second glance. So what if she was still wet and her clothes were mostly burned? He just scooped up Cade’s money and tossed them a key. About thirty seconds later, they were entering room number 16, and Allison was trying hard to hold onto her control.

The door clicked shut behind them.

Want.

The whisper in her mind didn’t even seem to be her own. It felt too strong. Too dark.

Her eyes squeezed shut. “This isn’t me.”

The floor creaked as Cade stalked closer. “It’s who you’re gonna be.”

“Don’t.” The word was a snarl, but this was wrong. Her claws, her teeth—she could hurt him. If he touched her, Allison’s control would shatter.

Can’t hurt him.

But she had to get herself under control. Had to quench the fire that was building—

Her eyes flew open. Without glancing at Cade, Allison lunged across the room. She rushed into the miniscule bathroom and yanked on the shower’s cold water. That was what she needed. A good, cold shower and everything would be fine again. She’d cool down. Pretend she was back to normal and everything would be fine.

Her burnt clothes hit the ground. Naked, she stepped into the shower. The water hit her, hard and stinging and—

Cade’s hands wrapped around her shoulders. He turned her around as that pounding water slid over her flesh.

He’d shed his clothes and he stood before her, naked. He stepped into the shower.

Fighting herself, she backed up. Allison could feel her control splintering and she knew, right then, she knew that she was becoming someone else.

Something else.

In an instant, she grabbed Cade and pushed him back against the rough tiled wall. “Don’t.” She barely managed to speak. “I can hurt you.” Her words were close to an animal’s growl.

But her werewolf laughed. “Ah, sweetheart, trust me on this…I can handle you.”

He broke her hold. Took her mouth in a kiss that made her sex clench and her knees tremble and suddenly she was the one with her back pressed against that tile.

He’d reversed their positions so fast she barely had time to blink. Her back was against the tile. He’d lifted her up effortlessly, and he held her in his rock-hard embrace.

His mouth was on her throat. Licking her, sucking her flesh.

His c**k pushed at the entrance of her body.

In.

His teeth scored her flesh and she shuddered in hungry arousal. “Cade!”

The water pounded down on them. He drove into her. She gasped as he filled her, stretching her body, only to withdraw seconds later and thrust in deeper, harder than before.

Again and again.

Her legs wrapped around his hips. Her hands slid over his slick flesh. The water didn’t seem so cold anymore. Not when he was burning hot against her.

Allison’s teeth began to burn, stretching and sharpening in her mouth. She wanted to bite him. To taste that delicious blood once more.