SHE start to cover her mouth but realize it will only make the claustrophobia worse, so I go for her sternum again. "Breathe, baby. In out. You're safe. It was a dream just a dream kitten."She lets out a tremendous whimper, and I roll her to her back to see her face in the dark. Her arms loop around my neck, and she clings to me, trembling. I rub her back."Shhh, baby you're okay. I'm not going to let anyone hurt you."As quickly as she turned to me, she pulls away, scrambling off the bed and onto her feet.I follow her up. "Kylie."She ignores me and paces back and forth, her shoulders hunched, her head bent like she's thinking hard.She's rejecting my help. Fighting her problems on her own as she has since she was just a teen. Maybe all her life. I want her to come back to me. Desperately but I dont know how to get through."You saw your dad's murder."She stops pacing, and her breath leaves her with a whoosh."In the Louvre? Where were you? In an air duct?"Her knees buckle, and
KYLIE POV:JACKSON KNEELS BETWEEN MY LEG. His body is even more incredible than I imagined- cut from solid muscle. His chest is covered in dark curls, and his cock..... sizable.He nudges my entrance with the sheathed tip of his cock and I arch, pleasure spiraling out, inner thights trembling with anticipation. He's breathing harder than normal, but he goes slow, easing into me, even though he already plowed the path open.There's no pain this time, only satisfaction. He fills me, holds still for me to adjust. I lift my hips impatiently. Not fragile, buddy. I need this, I deserve it.JACKSON groans and climbs over me, leaning his weight on his fist beside my head.He's huge, looming over me.Before I can control my reaction, I stiffen and lurch away from him, needing to see the exit.Still buried inside me, he rolls our bodies so I end up on top. I suck in a breath, my muscles relaxing.He shows me his open palms as if to prove he doesn't have a weapon, then he shoves them under his b
JACKSON'S breath rate increases, and he holds my hip, thrusting deep into my channel. I know I should stop him, tell him to get the condom, but it feels so good."Pull out before you come," I tell him.He makes a pained sound. "I'll stop now," he says, but continues plowing into me with cruel, delicious force. His grip on my hip is bruise- worthy his loins slap against my ass."Jackson's-" I gasp.He shoves me onto my belly and mounts me from behind, capturing my wrists above my head. Thankfully, the claustrophobia doesn't kick in. Maybe because the view in front of me isn't blocked. I lift my ass to hom, loving the new angle, wanting more, wanting everything.Every position, every variation, every rhythm.An eerie, animalistic growl erupts from Jackson, and I twist to look over my shoulder. And scream.I scream at the top of my lungs, and I don't stop screaming. Because Jackson is a fucking vampire. Fangs have punched out, and his eyes are ice-blue. Ice-blue.Not green at all. And t
"I'll GET SOME ICE." Jackson disappears around the corner. When he returns, he's pulled on a pair of jeans and carries a dishcloth wrapped around a cold pack. He crouches by my feet and applies the pack."I'm sorry I freaked out on you."He gives an impatient shake of his head. "No, I'm glad you did. I would've bitten you."I stare at my throbbing ankle, unable to look at Jackson. "Well, I'm flattered, I guess."He lets out a harsh laugh that doesn't sound amused at all. When he stands, he stabs his fingers through his hair like he did last night."Now, you understand. I'm dangerous to you, Kylie."I study him through narrowed eyes. "I'm not afraid of the big bad wolf."His eyes look haunted. "Learn to be listen, I need to get to the office. I have feds to deal with." He walks to an old fashioned desk and pushes the lid up. Inside, the comforting lights of a wireless router flash. He pulls out a laptop and brings it to me. "You can work from here. Or I'll go back and get the car
JACQUELINE opens her gritty eyes, blinking against the morning sun. Still in the desert. Still in human form. She drags herself to her feet and cheeks out the angle of the sun.It is rising over the far mountain range, which means the Catalinas. So she's in the Tucson Mountains on the west side. Probably out in Marana somewhere, where the crackheads cook their meth.Shes isn't the only one who knows how to research things online. Her minette thinks she's only capable of making soup. Minette.She starts walking east. Her gait is clumsy at first, but after a dozen steps, her coordination rerurns. Her sensitive hearing detects the sounds of cars in the distance. Dieu merci. Too bad she's covered in blood.It will make it hard to explain if she flags down a car. If only she could shift. She drops to all fours and closes her eyes, willing herself to shift. The trouble is, she hasn't shifted often enough in recent years. To stay nimble, shifters must shift back and forth as nature calls. A
LYING isn't my forte, and I don't like the dishonor of it, but I'll do anything to protect my mate.Fuck. Not my mate. Can't be my mate."Bullshit. Where is she, Mr. King?"My fingers tighten into fists. "She's trying to find her grandmother," I snap.He stares at me a long moment. "Okay," he says finally. "We'll follow up on that lead."I force my teeth to unclench."And when you're ready to tell me where to find your mysterious Catgirl," I'll be waiting." He tosses a card on my desk."My cell phone is on there."I nod.He picks up the packet. "All right for me to take this?" I'm surprised he asks for permission, but it's probably just a courtesy."Yes. Let me know what you find on the grandmother."He pauses on his way to the door. "Am I working for you Mr. King?"I clear my throat. It's not in my nature to grovel, so this makes twice today. Once to Kylie, once for her. "Please."The ghost of a smile plays around his lips. "I'll keep you posted."I sink into my chair when leaves.
THE scrapes on my knee look a week old instead of a day. I guess werewolf saliva is better than a dog spit.I spen the day hacking into multiple credit card company sites to get data on the stolen card numbers.By my estimate, around five hundred million dollars was stollen in the twenty-four hours before the owners were notified and cards frozen.It must have been all automated. Using the small vendors' merchant accounts stolen, they charged random amounts under a few thousand dollars on each credit card. Again, it suggests an insider, someone who knew what data they would find and how it would be configured in order to have pre-programmed such a complex formula.With no contact from Jackson- although his reasons for limiting it are sound emptiness sets in. He doesn't think he can be with me. He wants to know that much- but he believes he'll harm me.I'm not afraid, though. He pulled back when I screamed. Went to his belly, even when I gave chase. He has way more control than he bel
HE eases forward, parting me, filling me, inch by delicious inch. The position is so lewd, his dominance so extreme, I feel like the star of a porn movie. Jackson makes an approving hum behind me and then thrust upward. "Take all of me," he growls.I cry out. It's the good kind of hurt- deep and delicious. His cock stretches me, hits the front of my passage on each ramming instroke."Oh God," I moan."Not yet, baby." Jackson must be talking between clenched teeth. He braces himself with one hand against the shower wall by my head and continues to plow into me.Need coils tight within me. "Please.""Oh fates, baby. Are you begging? Keep fucking begging. That makes me so hard for you, kitten."Tears sting my eyes. I'm desperate for release. My one standing leg shakes so hard, it's a wonder it holds me up."Please, please, Jackson," I plead.An inhuman sound rips from his throat, and I freeze. He fucks me so deep and hard, I see stars. Another roar blasts against the shower walls, and