Every muscle in her body tightened in anticipation.
His lips enclosed her clit and he sucked. His fingers stretched her until nearly the point of pain.
And it wasn’t enough. Not nearly enough.
The orgasm started to roll through her. She shoved it back again . . . not wanting to stop. She never wanted this to stop.
Her heart roared between her ears, and sweat slicked her body. He was killing her. His teeth scraped along her clit. Her thighs began to tremble in earnest.
“Kane.” The man had a wicked hot mouth.
“Now, Amber.” His heated lips clamped down on her clit just as he shoved a third finger inside her.
She broke with a sharp cry, her body stiffening, the world stopping. The room sheeted white as waves of intense pleasure pummeled through her body. The orgasm went on for what seemed like minutes, and all she could do was ride it out.
The powerful spasms finally ended, and she sank back to the bed with a soft sigh. The orgasm was spectacular, yet her body still hungered. She needed to be filled.
An arm beneath her thighs and one under her back flipped her over onto her hands and knees. She gasped, her hands clutching the bedspread as she tried to balance herself. Her core was wet and ready for him.
Hot, strong hands gripped her hips.
Coarse leg hair caressed the back of her thighs.
She stiffened, her body going on full alert.
He slammed into her, the force strong enough to send the bed crashing into the wall.
Her eyes opened wide in shock and her nails dug into the sheet. Pleasure ripped into every nerve she owned. Arching her back, she took more of him.
He filled her completely, the hard ridges of his cock stretching muscles already primed from her climax.
“Kane.” She whispered his name, needing to hear it out loud. Needing to acknowledge what was happening.
His hold tightened, and he began to pound. Harder, faster, deeper than ever before, he hammered into her. His fingers bit into her flesh, and even the hard muscles of his thighs bruised her tender skin.
And yet, she wanted more. Needed more. “Harder.”
He pressed down between her shoulder blades, shoving her chest against the bed and her face against the pillows. The bed beat rhythmically against the wall. His knees nudged her thighs farther apart.
She couldn’t move if she wanted to.
This was beyond sex, beyond claiming . . . it was a true branding. She hadn’t realized the difference until now.
He held her completely at his mercy.
At the thought, energy coiled deep inside her. A glimpse of ecstasy.
His palm slapped down on her tailbone, a heated burn making her cry out in startled pain. Oh God. The marking.
The world exploded. A white-hot release pulsed through her in devastating waves of climax. She screamed his name, her body shuddering through the release. She rode the fine edge between pleasure and pain for what seemed like an eternity. Finally, she came down, gasping for breath.
Still, he pounded.
His grip tightened, his thrusts increasing in power. His much larger body angled over hers. Sharp fangs pierced her neck.
With a low growl, he came.
Her entire body relaxed, save for the fiery ache of her lower back.
His fangs retracted, and he licked the wound.
The mating was complete.
CHAPTER 28
He’d never make it back to Kurjan headquarters in time. Kalin leaned against the side of the barn, stretching his legs over the hay. The kill had taken longer than he’d expected, and he’d missed his window to run home in darkness. But what a kill it was. The woman had fought well for a human—and she’d tasted like blueberries. He’d rather have found a witch, but sometimes things just didn’t go his way.
As usual, his victim had been a petite blue-eyed brunette. He didn’t need a shrink to draw a connection to Janie Kayrs.
Stretching his neck, he finished licking blood off his fingers.
Appeased for the moment, the beast within him relaxed into slumber. Finally. He’d been pissed off since losing the older demon destroyer.
The damn demons.
The bastards had somehow traced his call and taken the demon destroyer from the wolf compound. Of course, the idiots had allowed the Kayrs family to retake the old broad from their temporary location. His enemies were truly morons.
He scooted away from the outside wall as the sun slowly rose in the sky. Someday he’d stand in the sun. But not today.
Once again his nights were free so he could hunt. Years ago he’d led a group of werewolves, true beasts who loved to kill, and somehow had found an odd relief dealing with them.
He actually missed the monsters.
The Kurjans had created Virus-27 without knowing the full potential of the bug. The virus had turned many of the shifters into hairy werewolves before Kane Kayrs had created a cure.
Kane Kayrs. Supposedly the smartest man on the planet. Kalin would bet his left arm the Kurjan scientists were smarter. They had created the virus, after all. Even after all this time, the vampires hadn’t figured out the true purpose of the disease.
Why did all important matters take so much damn time?
Shutting his eyes, Kalin searched for calm. He slipped into a dream world, not very surprised to find himself walking in a tree-filled park. He’d known Janie would call at some point.
The grass was short and green, while the sun poured down with a gentle touch. He lifted his face with a hum of appreciation. Birds squawked in the distance, while a gardenia-scented breeze rippled over his skin.
“I tried to make the sun as realistic as I could,” Janie said, her voice melodious in the dream world.
He turned to the side, finding her perched on the back of a wooden bench, her feet resting on the seat. White tennis shoes covered what had to be size four feet. “Are your feet that small in real life?”
She glanced down and shrugged. “Sure. You met me in person. . . don’t you remember?”
Of course he remembered. He’d saved her life by throwing his knife into the eye of a werewolf who would’ve killed her. “Yes. You owe me.”
“Not really. You attacked my home in the effort to kill my dad.” Fire flashed in her pretty blue eyes. “I’d say we’re even.”
There probably wasn’t a reason to inform her he still planned to kill Talen Kayrs. “All right.” As he studied her, he realized the woman from the night before didn’t come close to Janie’s beauty. Curly brown hair fell to Janie’s slim shoulders. Pale skin, smooth as alabaster, covered her fine features. Her body was tight, her breasts high, her movements graceful. But it was the deep blue of her intelligent eyes that haunted his dreams. In all his hunts, no woman had ever come close.
Janie swung one jean-clad leg back and forth. “I need a favor.”
Interest sizzled through his veins. “Go on.”
“While you greatly disappointed me by not finding the location of my Uncle Jase, I know you have connections in the demon world.”
Sure. The same bastards who had set up him so neatly before. He faked a confident smile. “Yes, I do.”
Her pretty face paled even more. “I need you to find out if he’s dead or not.”
The woman’s pain was palpable. Kalin had the oddest urge to stroke her shoulder. Shaking his head, he shuffled his boots. He was the leader of the Kurjan military, for God’s sake. “What’s in it for me?”