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  He’d thought they’d just left hell. Or had it been heaven? Hard to say about Tim’s bar.

  Nah, for him it had definitely been hell.

  The bastard had been with Maya. Touched her. Tasted her.

  His hands fisted.

  Tried to kill her.

  And she’d just casually walked up to the guy and let him put his hands on her again, his mouth.

  The woman had ice in her veins. “I can’t believe you’re just letting him get away with it.”

  “Huh?”

  “Tim.” He snarled the word. “I can’t believe that you’re just gonna let that demon get away with trying to kill you.”

  She laughed them. A real, honest laugh that seemed to echo right in his heart. “Adam, I’m not letting him get away with anything.” Another traffic light. Another quick brake. She flashed him a smile. “Just what do you think is gonna happen to our demon friend when the wolves find out that he can’t deliver as promised?”

  A soundless whistle slipped past his lips.

  Her smile widened. “Tim didn’t get away with a damn thing. I was just biding my time. Now his time, well, it’s about to end.”

  And the guy had dug his own grave.

  They drove until just before sunset, heading northeast along the long and empty interstate. They’d stopped by the safe house only long enough to grab supplies and clothes and then they’d been on the road again.

  Maya could feel the change in the air that always signaled the rise of the sun. The faint shift, the slow drain on her energy.

  They’d made good time, though, and even now, she could see the glitter of the Vegas strip shining through the waning night.

  “We’ll get a room,” she said, her hands gripping the steering wheel hard. “Get some sleep, and then—”

  “We can go after them now!” Adam said. “The vampires will be weak, we can take them, get her—”

  “I’m weak, and you have to be dead on your feet.” The night had been hellishly long. They’d stopped twice along the route and switched license plates with other SUVs to make certain they didn’t have to worry about the cops bothering them.

  But with the wolf attack…

  The car theft…

  The driving…

  They both needed to rest before they went up against a gang of vamps.

  “Look,” she told him, turning the SUV toward one of the small motels near the highway, a place that boasted a bright red vacancy sign. “We’ll leave before dusk, before those guys have stirred, and we’ll arrive just as they wake.” And just as her full strength kicked in. “We’ll get the girl. Trust me.”

  He gave a jerky nod.

  He was not a happy camper, but there was no way they could go traipsing through the desert right then. If the vamps had any kind of guards out there—more wolf shifters or demons—she and Adam would be dead in seconds.

  She’d never enjoyed being easy pickings.

  They checked into the motel, made sure the SUV was parked out of sight, and then Maya pushed open the old wooden door to their room just as the first rays of the sun streaked across the sky.

  Damn. It had definitely been one hell of a night.

  She hoped her day was better.

  Maya was in the bathroom. He could hear the faint spray of the shower through the paper thin walls.

  Tension kept his body tight as he paced the small confines of their room.

  The place was a piece of shit. Sagging bed. Carpet worn through in places. A nightstand that was missing a leg and in its place had a pile of three stacked phone books. An ugly armchair and a couch that sagged so low it touched the floor.

  When Maya had seen the room, she’d just shrugged those thin shoulders of hers and muttered, “I’ve seen worse.” Then she’d stripped—yanking off her T-shirt so that he caught a glimpse of the long, smooth line of her back as she’d walked into the bathroom—and slammed the door shut.

  Now he was stuck with a hard-on, anger pumping through him, and the same desperate need he’d felt before.

  Closing his eyes, he imagined her. Saw Maya standing under the rush of water. Watched the liquid pour over her nipples and trickle down between her thighs.

  Shit.

  He understood why they couldn’t go after the vamps right then. The bastards would have hidden well during the daylight and no doubt set guards around their precious prize.

  He’d need Maya’s help to fight them, and if she wasn’t at full strength—and he knew by the tightness around her mouth and the stiffness of her body that she’d been weakening—then they wouldn’t have as good of a chance at saving Cammie.

  Yeah, he understood waiting. He just didn’t like it.

  And the fact that he was horny as hell just pissed him off more.

  What was it about Maya? Why did he want her so much? He’d always hated her kind.

  But she wasn’t like the others.

  Wasn’t like anyone he’d ever met before.

  His eyes opened and he stared at the bathroom door. Such a weak barrier, really. He could hear every move she made behind that wooden door. Could catch the scent of soap, of woman.

  Adam was at the door before he even realized his own intention. He lifted his hand, touched the wood.

  She’d wanted him earlier. Had kissed him back with a hunger to match his.

  They’d stopped because it hadn’t been the time. Or the place.

  The time was different now. So was the place. He had to get this damn desperate lust out of his system so that he could focus on the attack plans. He couldn’t afford a distraction, not while his niece’s life was in danger.

  His hand dropped to rest on the doorknob. If she says no, I’ll walk away. It’d be one of the hardest things he’d ever done, but he’d walk away.

  If she says no.

  But what if she said yes?

  His cock jerked in anticipation, and he opened the door.

  Steam filled the small bathroom, fogging the mirror and drifting lazily in the air. Maya stood in the shower, a thin curtain both concealing and revealing her body. He could see the outline of her breasts. Firm, round. The flare of her hips. The sleek expanse of her thighs.

  He wanted those thighs wrapped around him. Wanted his hands tight on her hips. And those breasts. He wanted to taste them. Wanted her pink nipples in his mouth, on his tongue.

  Adam licked his lips, already tasting her.

  “Are you gonna stand there all day?” Maya’s mocking voice rang out as she pushed aside the curtain and met his stare with a raised brow. “Or are you planning to join me?”

  Her nipples were tight, the pink tips hard and flushed. His gaze drifted over her, hungry for the sight of her flesh. Such sweet flesh. Flat stomach, round hips, a small thatch of dark hair shielding her core. He glimpsed the plump folds of her sex, flushed the same pink as her nipples.

  He’d like to taste her there. Taste her cream and hear her moan.

  Very slowly, never taking his gaze off her body, he jerked off his shirt. Threw it to the floor. Kicked off his shoes and socks. Stripped off his jeans and the boxers he’d worn.

  He felt her stare on his body. First on his chest. Then down, to the thick cock that sprang from the hair at his groin.

  Damn, but he couldn’t wait to drive inside her.

  He took a step toward the shower. Saw the swift rise of her chest.

  She had the prettiest nipples.

  The water sprayed on her, dripping down her body, trickling onto the tiled floor.

  He stood in front of Maya, waiting, fighting to hold onto the control that weakened with every breath he took. Because he could smell her arousal now. The rich, heady scent filled his nostrils and made the beast inside him desperate for release.

  “I’m not going to stop this time,” he told her, his voice a hard rumble of sound.

  Her hand reached out toward him, touched the center of his chest. “I don’t want you to stop.” Her gaze, bright blue, but occasionally starting to flicker black,
met his. “I want you to fuck me.”

  Her words pumped a fire of need and lust through his veins. He stepped into the shower, grabbed her, and pushed her back against the tiled wall.

  The water poured on his back. Hot.

  His mouth locked on hers. His tongue drove deep as he tasted her. He loved the way she tasted. Loved the wet, warm feel of her body against his. He held her hands chained to the wall, and her body twisted and pressed against his.

  Her nipples raked across his chest. Her smooth thighs brushed against his.

  Fuck.

  He pushed her arms higher and used one hand to hold her wrists tight. He wanted to be the one to touch and play this time. He wanted the control.

  He wanted her. Blind with pleasure, screaming his name.

  His right hand slipped down her body as he kissed her. Found her breast, fondled the tight peak, squeezed. Maya moaned into his mouth and her hips shifted urgently against him.

  Adam ripped his mouth from hers. Gazed down at her breasts. Then took one ripe mound into his mouth, laving his tongue over the sweet flesh and enjoying the shiver that worked its way over her body.

  He sucked on her breast, drawing strongly on the nipple, then easing back to tease the peak with his tongue. He loved the sounds she was making. Low, husky moans. Panting breaths. He knew she could break free of his hold at any moment, knew, too, that she was enjoying the pleasure he was giving her—and because of that, she wouldn’t break free, not yet.

  His hand skimmed down her stomach and stopped at the juncture of her thighs. “Let me in,” he breathed the words against her breast.

  Her thighs parted, giving him perfect access to her core. His fingers eased between her spread legs. Her delicate folds were soft and slick from the shower and her own arousal. Adam touched her lightly at first, barely skimming his fingertips over the heated button of her need, then brushing the entrance of her sex.

  “Don’t play,” Maya growled. “I’m not the light and easy type.”

  Neither was he. He had a stranglehold on the beast raging inside of him, but if Maya wanted fire and passion, he’d be more than happy to give it to her.

  He pressed against her clit. Rubbed. Gently bit against the tender underside of her breast.

  Then he drove one finger deep into her waiting sex.

  Maya gasped, rising on her tiptoes.

  The water pounded down over them.

  His cock was swollen, heavy with the lust that poured through him. Her sex was tight around his finger, squeezing—so fucking good—and he couldn’t wait to drive his shaft into her. Hard and deep. Just the way they both wanted it.

  But first, he had to make certain his vampire was ready for the demands he’d make on her.

  He pulled his finger back, deliberately raked his thumb over her clit, then thrust his hand against her, rocking his palm against her sensitive folds and then pushing two fingers deep into her.

  Her head tilted back against the wall. The delicate muscles of her sex quivered around him.

  Her scent drove him to the brink.

  Adam pulled back his hand, raised his head, and gazed down at her. He licked the cream from his fingers, savoring her taste.

  And knew that he wanted more.

  Adam dropped to his knees before her. Pushed those slim thighs apart even more to open her wide for his eyes.

  Her hands were free now, and her fingers immediately clamped around his shoulders, her claws digging into the skin.

  But her intent wasn’t to stop him. No, when he glanced up, he could tell by the hunger shining in the darkness of her eyes—she wanted more.

  Just as he did.

  His mouth found her, kissing her through the cascading water. Taking her essence onto his tongue as he licked the pink flesh between her thighs. He found her clit, stroked once, a long, thorough lick, then he sucked the button, pulling it into his mouth.

  He felt her tremble around him. His hands locked around her thighs and he lifted her legs. He held her easily, barely feeling her weight as he kissed and licked her. Her taste was so fucking good.

  Her breath came faster now. Harder. Her body was tight, and the quiver of her sex—oh, yeah, he could feel it. She was—

  “Adam!” She cried out his name, her thighs tightening as she came. He felt the ripples of her release on his tongue. Tasted her pleasure.

  And still wanted more.

  He eased her legs down. Rose with the taste of her cream in his mouth and his cock all but ready to burst. His hand reached out, snapped off the flow of water. He grabbed Maya, lifting her into his arms and striding from the shower.

  He took her to the bed. He didn’t give a damn that they were both soaking wet.

  He had to get inside her.

  The bed squeaked when he placed her on the mattress, groaned when his body came down on top of hers.

  He reached for her, ready to thrust deep into her.

  Maya grabbed his hand. Met his stare with eyes a coal black. “My game now, Slick.”

  Then he was on his back, with Maya on top of him. She pinned his arms to the mattress. Her legs straddled him. Her sex was open, teasing him, just above his cock. The soft down of her black curls rubbed against him.

  Maya leaned close. Her breath feathered over his lips. “Did you enjoy your taste?”

  Hell, yes.

  Her tongue snaked out, lightly licked his lips. “’Cause it’s only fair that I get a taste, too.”

  Her lips brushed over his chin. Pressed against his jaw. Whispered down his throat. Adam expected her to bite him. Expected to feel the sting of her teeth and the rush of pleasure he’d known before.

  But she just licked him. Long, slow licks that caused every muscle in his body to quiver.

  His hands lifted, to pull her closer—but she shoved his wrists back against the bed.

  “My game, remember?”

  Damn, but she was beautiful.

  He clenched his teeth, managed to grit, “For now.” But if the vampire didn’t get moving, he’d take control.

  Dawn had come. Maya was weak, but the sun had never held sway over him.

  Maya lifted her hips. Pushed down. Her creamy sex brushed against the length of his cock.

  She curled over him. Her right hand released him. Her fingers caressed his chest. Touched his nipples. Her mouth followed the path, licking, sucking. When her lips closed around his nipple, Adam’s heels dug into the bedding.

  Her mouth…

  He growled at the lust ripping though him.

  Her left hand eased away from his, began to stroke him. To tease.

  His fingers clenched into fists as he fought the urge to grab her and force her underneath his body.

  Lower, lower. She moved down his body. Licked his abdomen. Kissed his flesh.

  Her thighs shifted around him as she moved her body and he instantly missed the touch of her sex against his. “Maya.”

  Her hair fanned over his stomach.

  Her breath blew against his cock.

  The sound of his heartbeat, the fast, desperate drumming, filled his ears as he waited for that hot mouth to close around his cock.

  Her lips touched him first. Brushed over the tip. His shaft jerked and her soft laughter rumbled against him.

  Then her tongue touched him. Licked away the drop of moisture that had beaded on the head of his cock and slowly moved down his erect length.

  Her hand wrapped tight around the base of his shaft. Began to pump as she licked.

  Sonofabitch.

  His muscles were taut. His heart slammed against his chest. He could smell her, was breathing her in—and he had to take her.

  Her mouth closed over his cock.

  His control shattered.

  With a snarl, Adam locked his arms around her and jerked her back up the length of his body. He kissed her. Hard. Deep. Then he rolled her under his body, pinning her beneath him.

  Her legs spread immediately for him.

  Her gaze met his. Hunger blazed in he
r eyes, a hunger to match his own.

  He parted her folds, pushed his cock against her moist opening—

  And drove balls-deep in one long, swift thrust.

  Her legs clamped around him, her heels brushing his ass, and she bucked against him.

  “More.” One word, husky with need, slipped past her lips.

  Adam withdrew, pulled to the very entrance of her body, and thrust inside. Again, again, again.

  She met him each time, her hips rising to drive against his as they fought for release.

  The bed squeaked beneath them, the harsh sound blending with their moans and ragged breathing, and seeming to drive the passion even higher.

  More. The order had been hers, but the need was his. He wanted to feel more of her, to taste more, to have more.

  To have everything.

  Her nipples pressed against his chest and he just had to taste her breasts again. Her back arched when he tongued her nipple, then he drew it deep into his mouth.

  And he thrust. Plunged deep. Withdrew.

  Her fingers raked down his back. Her hips bucked beneath his.

  The base of Adam’s spine began to tingle. His balls drew tight against his body as his orgasm approached in a powerful, driving wave.

  His fingers pushed between their bodies. Found her clit. Rubbed, tugged.

  Her sex clenched around him in a spasm of release as she cried out, shuddering beneath him.

  Adam drove into her one final time and stiffened. His release barreled through him, stronger, harder, than anything he’d ever experienced. Pleasure exploded, singeing his nerves and rippling through his muscles.

  When the climax ended, when the haze of lust and need finally cleared from his eyes, he looked down at Maya.

  She gazed back at him, a faint furrow between her brows and a wet tear track sliding from the corner of her right eye.

  He stared at her, not sure what to say or do. His cock was still cradled in her moist heat, already stirring again.

  Slowly, the furrow smoothed away and a slow smile stretched her lips. She said, simply, “More.”

  He was only too happy to oblige.

  When she slept, she turned from him. Curled onto her side and faced the pale blue wall.

  He didn’t like that.