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Sex. Need. Lust.
He lifted her high against the wall. She wrapped her silky legs around him, and his cock pushed against the eager entrance of her sex.
Fuck-condom.
Almost snarling, he jerked back.
“Zane?”
He picked her up in his arms and strode out of the bathroom. The woman didn’t weigh a damn thing. He lowered her onto the bed, admired the view of the pink flesh between her legs, and he yanked open the nightstand drawer.
Come on, Jude. Don’t let me-ah. A box of condoms waited inside the drawer. Zane was back to owing the guy.
He snatched one out, ripped open the package and rolled the condom over his cock. Jana watched him with those wide eyes, her lips full and red.
Want them on me.
Next time, he’d make sure he got her to use that sexy mouth on him.
But for now … His fingers curled around her thighs, and he spread her wider. With one hand, he guided his cock to her entrance. He stared down at her, saw the need and the driving lust in her eyes.
A match for me.
He thrust into her, a long, hard plunge. Her moan filled his ears, and her legs locked tightly around him. Harder, deeper, he drove into her. Again and again. The mattress dipped beneath them, her nails raked his back, and the hunger spiraled higher, hotter.
His hand eased between their bodies. He found her clit and stroked that tight bud. Her head tipped back, those breasts begging for his mouth, and he leaned over her and licked her nipple even as he plunged into her.
Deep.
Her sex squeezed him, so fucking tight. In. Out. In.
“Zane …” The whisper of his name. Her sex grew slicker around him as her body tensed. Her climax was close.
He wanted to feel her come. Would feel her.
His thumb pressed against her clit even as he thrust into her once more. She came, a hard ripple of pleasure around him, and her face went blank with pleasure.
Yes. Her inner muscles squeezed his cock.
And his control broke. He shoved into her, as deep as he could go. Again and again. Her scent surrounded him. Her body was crushed beneath his, and her sex-so warm and wet and-he was fucking going out of his mind.
Good.
Hell. Better than good.
His balls tightened. He slammed into her once more. Then he climaxed, shouting her name. Pleasure pounded through him, a release so intense his whole body shuddered. Pretty damn perfect. The heat seared him to the core.
She pretended to sleep. Jana lay in Zane’s arms, her eyes closed, her breath slow and easy, and she forced her body to stay relaxed.
He’d left her only long enough to shed the condom. He’d fed her. Brought her sandwiches from the kitchen. And now he held her.
She didn’t want to talk to him. Didn’t want to answer all the questions she knew he had.
What was the point of talking? Lies would do them no good.
Her body still ached, a good, delicious ache. Her sex shivered every few moments with little aftershocks of pleasure that hummed through her system.
The demon was good in bed. Not really surprising.
What was surprising … she wanted him again. Now.
It was dangerous to want something-or someone-too much. She knew that. Wanting could make you weak.
She’d wanted the sex. Wanted the blast of pleasure and the rush of release that would let her forget, even for a few moments, the life that was hers.
And she’d wanted him. Not some nameless stranger from a bar. A man who didn’t know how dangerous his lover was. Zane.
Because he knew what lurked inside of her.
But with the passion sated, he’d be back to business again. She wouldn’t tell him the truth. Couldn’t.
Her left arm was thrown out over the pillow. No more handcuffs.
Jana breathed slowly. Zane hadn’t moved in the last five minutes. His breathing was light, steady. Just like mine.
She risked lifting her lashes, just a crack. His eyes were closed. In sleep, his face was just as hard. Just as dangerous. No softening in slumber for him.
She couldn’t let herself forget what he was. Demon. One who’d come hunting for her. Sex wouldn’t change anything for him. When the time came, he’d still turn her over to Night Watch and he wouldn’t look back.
So she wouldn’t look back, either.
Slowly, carefully, she eased away from him and off the bed. He shifted a bit, his hand reaching out to follow her, and she froze.
His fingers curled around her pillow, and the frown that had appeared between his brows eased away. Jana started breathing again.
She scooped up her clothes, hopped over the handcuffs on the floor, and crept for the door. No need to waste time looking for the keys to the motorcycle. She’d hotwire the ride and be out of there in no time.
But at the door, she hesitated and glanced back at Zane. His tan body was surrounded by the stark white sheets. He looked sexy, rumpled.
She swallowed. Staying with him wasn’t an option. She knew that. Sex had been fun-okay a lot more than fun-but it couldn’t ever be more than a good time.
Bad things happened to people when they got too close to her. Most of ‘em couldn’t stand the heat.
Good-bye, Zane. She couldn’t let him turn her in, and he would. Once he’d gotten the info he wanted about Project Perseus, he’d go back to collecting his bounty. And what would she do? Live the rest of her days in a cage?
No.
Jana dressed and then slipped out of the cabin. No more looking back.
Zane waited until he heard the soft click of the door closing, then he let his eyes open. His hand smoothed over the sheets that were still warm from Jana’s body.
She hadn’t waited long to turn tail and run. Hot sex, slambam, then she’d been gone.
He’d expected her to run, but …
I’d hoped I was wrong.
Innocent people didn’t run. He’d learned that lesson a long time ago.
Anger began to churn in his gut. The woman had thought he’d be blinded by the sex. That she’d just be able to slip right past him.
Think again.
He rose from the bed and marched to the table. Jude had left a cell phone for him. He punched in the shifter’s number. Jude answered on the second ring, just as Zane heard the roar of a motorcycle’s engine flare to life outside.
At least she had a helmet this time.
“She’s on the move,” he said, running a hand down his face.
“We put a tag on the bike. We’ll be able to follow every move that she makes. Get dressed. ”
Follow because the motorcycle had been a lure for Jana, and she’d taken the bait. No, she was the bait, and he hadn’t even realized what game Night Watch intended to play with her until he’d arrived at the cabin, and Jude had mentioned the motorcycle.
Why tell a bounty about an escape vehicle unless you wanted her to escape? And then, when Jude had tossed him the keys … one glance at the shifter’s blue stare and he’d known exactly what Pak wanted them to do.
Let her run. Let her think she was safe. Then track her.
Because while Jana hadn’t started the fire at Night Watch, she was tied to those flames. The bastards who had set the fire were after her. If Jude and Zane watched her, if they followed her, they’d find the murdering assholes they wanted. Because those assholes would come after her again.
“Where are you?” he asked Jude, as he yanked open the door.
A green pickup shuddered to a stop right in front of the cabin. Zane lowered the phone. Of course, the shifter would have stayed close.
“Come on,” Jude yelled through his open window. “I’ve got the GPS linkup in the truck. ”
Zane slammed the cabin’s door and hurried around the vehicle. He jumped inside, and seconds later, they were racing away f
rom the swamp. He realized his knuckles ached because his hands were clenched so tightly.
“I didn’t expect her to run so fast,” Jude said as his gaze flickered to Zane.
“Neither did I. ” And, yeah, stupidly, he’d actually hoped she wouldn’t run. He’d hoped Pak and Jude were wrong, that their plan wouldn’t work. He’d wanted to open his eyes and see Jana lying next to him, and he’d wanted her to tell him about Project Perseus. Wanted all her secrets.
Fucking delusional.
“You slept with her, didn’t you?”
His jaw clenched.
“Come on, hoss, you sleep with every attractive woman you meet. ” Jude whistled as he turned the wheel to the left. “I just didn’t expect you to screw a killer. ”
Zane’s eyes cut to Jude. ”Watch it. ” His voice was lethal and the power within him built, shoving against the bonds of his control.
Jude’s gaze darted to him. “What? A friend can’t tell you that you’re fucking up? With her, you’re crossing the line. ”
He knew that, but walking away hadn’t been an option. Taking her had been the only choice.
Then she’d walked away. But he’d get her back.
“You know, she could be working with them. ” Jude’s voice was softer now. The truck shot past the pine trees, blurring their limbs. “Not once have they tried to actually hurt her. Even the cop tried to shoot you, not her. ”
So Jude had already talked to Tony and gotten all those details, too. Figured. “She’s scared of them. ” He’d seen the fear in her eyes.
“That woman? She’s scared of something? You sure about that? She didn’t seem like the fearful type to me. ”
Zane realized he could still smell her. Her scent was all over his skin. Hell, no wonder Jude realized they’d slept together. No way a shifter nose could miss the scent of sex. “She’s afraid of someone. ” Not something.
Afraid and angry.
“There’s a chance she could just turn tail and slip out of the city. ” Jude’s fingers were tight around the wheel. “Pak said if she does, we stop her and bring her back. ”
“She won’t leave Baton Rouge, and she’s not just going to sit there and wait for them to come after her. ” Zane was certain of that. “She’ll fight. ” I can still hear their screams.
They hit the highway. Jude glanced down at the GPS and turned right. “Yeah, that’s what I figured. ” He paused. “But whoever we’re up against, these bastards were strong enough to level Night Watch, even with the protections we had on the place. ”
It wasn’t like this was the first time Night Watch had come under attack. But it was the first time anyone had made it past the high-tech security and the paranormal charms that protected the place.
He licked his lips —tasted her. Damn her. She shouldn’t have left. She’d tried to distract him with sex. Yeah, that had worked. Then the moment she’d thought he was weak, she’d left him.
“She could be walking right into hell,” Zane said. Going in alone. “She said they had her before, but that she managed to get away…. ”
“Well, Pak couldn’t find any intel on Project Perseus. So either its cover is too good or—”
Or Jana was bullshitting him.
One way to find out. “Hurry the hell up, Jude. We don’t want to give our Ignitor too much of a head start. ” I’m coming, baby. Are you ready?
When Jana got back to Baton Rouge, she didn’t stick to the shadows. She drove the motorcycle right down the main roads, revved her engine as loud as she could, and hoped the bastards would find her.
She was in the mood for some heat.
It was after midnight, but the city wasn’t sleeping. Far from it. Jana knew just where to go in order to find the trouble she sought.
Four turns later, a fast blast into the darker side of town, and she braked in front of Dusk. Demon Central. One thing about demons … the lower-level demons were such sellouts. Always willing to turn on a friend or, hell, anyone. It hadn’t just been coincidence that the big rig had hit them after they left Dusk.
Someone had made a phone call. Someone had fed the bastards her location, even given a description of the car she and Zane had been using.
That someone was about to feel her fire.
She jumped off the motorcycle. Once she’d gotten back to the city, she’d taken twenty minutes to run by her place and change clothes. No one had jumped out to confront her. Pity. She’d been ready for them.
Now she wore black. Tight shirt. Long jeans. And boots made for kicking ass.
She strolled up to the bouncer. He glanced her way, a quick gauge to see if she was using glamour. When he realized she wasn’t, he hesitated until she shoved a fifty into his hand.
Then he let her into the demons’ den.
“Damn. ” Zane reached for door handle. Jude grabbed his arm. “Easy, man. Easy. She just walked inside. No way has she made contact with anyone yet. ” “This is the place where those demons jumped me!” “Demons are always jumping you. ”
Zane didn’t take his gaze off the door. “This was different. It was a trap. They’d been waiting for me. If I’d gone into that place …”
How many would have come at him?
“You would have ass-kicked your way out?” Jude asked dryly.
His lips thinned. “Yeah. ” He would have. “So why didn’t you go in?”
“She stopped me. ” You shouldn’t go in there. Yet she’d just strolled in, rolling those sexy hips. “She said that there was a hit on me, that the vamps and demons had been wanting her to take me out. ” Only she hadn’t taken the hit on him. She’d never come at him with fire in her eyes. Not once. Not even when he’d cuffed her.
For a supposedly cold-blooded killer, that didn’t make a lick of sense.
“So there was a hit, she didn’t take it, and the woman tried to protect you?” Jude’s fingers drummed on the wheel. “Interesting. ”
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