Poison's Kiss (Deadly Beauties 2)

He flips me to be on top, and before I realize what I'm doing, I'm pulling his shirt up and casting it to the side. The newly acquired tattoo on his toned chest catches my eye. It looks so good on him.

"Kane, this is a bad idea," I murmur seconds before looking like a kissing contradiction when I press my lips to his.

"Then fuck good ideas," he crudely interjects, making me smile against the kiss.

My hips grind against his, and then the door swings open to interrupt our messed-up version of a science experiment gone awry. I fall to the ground, popping my elbow against the hardwood floor.

"Sorry," Zee chuckles. "Dray just called and wants us to meet him at the Corpal Hotel. They've got a lead on our mystery girl. You two need a few more minutes?"

"Yes," Kane grumbles, pulling me back to him.

"No," I quickly counter while rolling my eyes. "We're ready now."

Kane curses under his breath as he stands up, and Zee chuckles a little louder, teasing the sexually frustrated night stalker. I smile when Kane is forced to adjust his pants, but the humor is overshadowed by the genuine fear there might be something wrong with me.

I didn't want to do anything with Gage last night, but it was like I couldn't stop myself. It's almost like I'm getting drunk before consenting to something I'm knowingly going to regret.

I didn't want to do anything at all with Kane, but the second my body heated up, I had zero control. I think I should talk to Mom about this. Either this is one really fucked up set of hormones inside me, or there's something magically screwed up. Either way, I need answers before I do something with someone I really, really don't want to.

"Can we continue this later?" Kane asks, pulling me to him like I belong to him all over again.

Oh crap. This is going to be seriously messed up when Gage gets back.

His bare chest taunts me, reminding me how his body feels sliding against mine. The night in the dungeon flashes through my mind, making my core heat up. It felt so wrong but so incredible at the same time.

"Kane, this is wrong. You know as well as I do it's wrong."

"We'll be right out, Zee. I'll drive Alyssa there."

Zee nods, realizing this is much more serious now. Kane releases me as the door shuts behind Zee, and he pulls on his shirt while cursing.

"Alyssa, stop with the hot and cold shit. It's me. You know I'm what you want - not Gage. He's Somage, and he always will be. Bottom line, he's always going to have to seduce women for Intel. It's the way they operate. You know I've never been anything but completely dedicated to you. Now get the hell over our fey classification."

This is so frustrating.

"We can talk about this later. Let's go find out what's going on," I grumble, but Kane whirls me back in his arms before I can escape.

"It's me, Alyssa. You're going to choose me. Stop fighting it."

There's no doubt I'd choose him if he were any other fey, but he's not. He's a night stalker.

"Can we please stop with this for now?"

He groans as if he's as frustrated as I am, but he nods, ceding to my request while holding out my jacket for me to put on. I slip on my boots quickly, and then Kane takes my hand in his while leading me out to his car, opening the door for me.

I cringe as I start to get in. "Please don't drive like a crazy immortal."

He laughs lightly while shaking his head. "I promise I won't. I'm not in a hurry this time."

That brings me back to the night he was in a hurry. He shuts the door to my side, and almost as quickly, he's climbing into his seat. As he cranks the car, I decide to probe for the answers to the questions that I've had since I first started reading Amy's journals.

He pulls out of the driveway, cautiously checking his mirrors as if he's mocking my concern for safety. I can't help but enjoy his playful side, but I have to remind myself it's his deadly side that worries me.

"Why does Amy believe you're meant for her? Sierra thinks the same thing, and I realize it's the whole bond between lycan and night stalker, but she's determined you're meant for her. What if she's right?"

He sighs out, not seeming particularly thrilled about my question. "Whoa. I wasn't expecting that." He turns out onto another road, and then he gasses it lightly, showing respect for my earlier request. "I'm not meant for Amy. You have no idea how sick I am of telling everyone that. Please don't make me start with you. It's gotten to where I don't even want to go back home because of Sierra and her."

I lean back, turning on my side so I can watch his face as he speaks, searching for any sign of a lie or uncertainty. So far, he seems honest.