On The Prowl

  She screamed and pounded against the door.

  She couldn’t be trapped. Not again.

  She couldn’t be prisoner.

  Not again.

  ***

  The pretty vampiress slammed into the door once more. Rayce winced when he felt the vibrations of the wood. “Uh, Rose? If you hurt yourself, Julian is only going to be pissed at me.”

  Her answer was another slam against the door.

  “It’s just for tonight.” Maybe. He could lie easily. “I know you don’t like being prisoner, okay? I heard what the ONS did to you—”

  “Let me out!” Her shriek easily carried through the wood.

  “But we’re not ONS. We’re not—” He actually had to catch himself there. He’d almost said We’re not the bad guys. That would have been total bullshit. “We’re not the ones trying to hurt you now.” There. Much better. “I’m walking away, all right?” Rayce took a step back. “I’d suggest that you go to sleep and have—”

  ”Screw your sweet dreams!”

  His lips twitched. He could really like that vamp. No wonder Julian was obsessed.

  Whistling, he turned on his heel and headed down the hallway. He’d check on the human visitor and then maybe…maybe he’d go for a run, too. His wolf had been dying for a night out.

  Chapter Six

  Julian came back to the house just before dawn. Streaks of light were starting to edge over the water as the sun rose. He’d grabbed a pair of sweats from one of the cabins nestled on the island. There were plenty of places like that set up—safe spots for shifters so that they could dress after a transformation.

  He paced down the hallway and stopped before his room. Rose was in there. He could smell her. He could—

  The key was still in the lock.

  Fucking hell.

  Rayce had locked her inside. He’d never told the wolf to do that! He’d just said to keep her safe! Fuck, fuck, fuck! Julian yanked at the key and shoved open the door. He bounded inside.

  Rose was in the bed. She wore his shirt, a big, black t-shirt that seemed to swallow her. She was turned on her side and he could see the tear tracks on her face.

  Rose didn’t like to be locked up.

  I am going to kill Rayce. He whirled, ready to rip the wolf apart.

  “Don’t lock me in again.” Her voice. Soft, husky, and coated with pain.

  His shoulders stiffened. “I won’t, love. I swear it.” He was just going to beat the ever loving hell out of a certain mangy werewolf.

  He heard the rustle of the bed covers behind him and then the faint pad of her feet on the hardwood floor. Julian forced his hands to unclench as he turned toward her. “I’m sorry.” The words came out stilted and felt awkward on his tongue. He didn’t usually apologize to anyone or for anything, but this was different. This was Rose.

  His hand lifted and he wiped away a tear that lingered on her cheek. Her lips parted. Her eyes seemed to go even greener.

  “I never meant for you to be locked up.” Protection was one thing. Trapping her was another.

  “So I’m not your prisoner?”

  “No, hell, no.” He should stop touching her. He wasn’t. He was caressing her cheek. Her skin was like silk. “I brought you here so you could be safe. Not so some dumbass wolf could torture you. You’ve been hurt e-fucking-nough. It needs to stop. It has to stop.” If he had his way, she’d never know a moment of pain again. His hand slid down her neck. A soft, tender neck. “I’ll stop it.”

  Her head tipped back as she stared up at him. “How did we get here?”

  He blinked, confused.

  “I thought I’d found Mr. Right. You were tall, dark, and mysterious. I looked at you and didn’t want anyone else.”

  He’d looked at her and, as far as Julian had been concerned—there had been no one else.

  “But you were lying to me, the whole time. Pretending to be someone you weren’t.”

  Pretending to be a human. “It wasn’t damn easy.” Especially when he’d had her in his bed. He’d wanted to let his wild side out, wanted that so badly, but he’d held back. For her.

  Then he’d lost her anyway.

  Because when I’m close to her, she always gets hurt. That’s what happens to anyone who is connected to me. Pain.

  He wanted more for her.

  Julian cleared his throat. “I’ll leave the door open, okay? I swear I will. You get back in bed and sleep for a few hours. I won’t interrogate the human without you.” Mostly because he needed her for the interrogation. A little vamp compulsion would help immensely. Of course, if she wasn’t in the mood to lend a hand, he could always do things the old fashioned way…with his claws.

  I’ve hurt so many others in my life. I’m Luke’s assassin. Death is my game. Why did I ever think my life could be different? That I could be different?

  She glanced back at the bed as his hand slid away from her. She turned away, and he let out a long, slow breath. Right. He had a wolf to find and skin. He had—

  Rose looked back at him. Her hand lifted. “Will you stay with me?”

  He shook his head. He’d misheard. Absolutely imagined those quiet words. Rose saw him as her enemy these days. No way would she want him in bed with her.

  Wishful fucking thinking.

  “I just…I don’t want to be alone. When the ONS had me, I was always alone. They kept me away from everyone else. They kept me in the dark and I just…” Her chin lifted and her hand fell. “Never mind. I’m not supposed to be scared. Isn’t that what everyone keeps saying? I shouldn’t be afraid. I’m supposed to be a bad-ass. I’m evil. I’m—”

  He scooped her into his arms.

  Shock flashed on her face. “Julian?”

  “You’re not evil. Screw what others say.” But he hated her fear. Hated it as much as her pain. “You be you, sweets. I’ve got enough evil for us both.”

  A furrow appeared between her brows. He carried her toward the bed and then lowered her until she was nestled on the mattress. Then he stalked around to the other side of the bed and crawled in with her.

  And she shocked him again. She rolled toward him. She touched him.

  “Are you as bad as others say?”

  He tucked a lock of hair behind her ear. Such a small ear. “Worse.”

  The furrow deepened. “I don’t…you’re not, though, with me.”

  He eased closer to her. “That’s because you aren’t like the others.” The back of his hand trailed over her cheek. He liked touching her. Why resist something he enjoyed so much? Soon enough, she’d be far away. He’d never touch her again. “There’s no death order over your head so I don’t need to be bad.”

  Her eyes widened.

  Probably the wrong thing to say.

  “How many…how many people have you killed?”

  “Humans?” The memories flashed in his head. “Two.” He’d carry those screams forever. “Paranormals?” His lips twisted into a smile that he knew was grim. “Lost count.”

  She searched his gaze. “You’re lying to me.”

  He didn’t let his expression alter.

  “I think you remember them all.”

  She didn’t understand. If he remembered them all, madness would come.

  “Why did you do it?”

  Why did he kill? He forced a slow smile. “It’s the nature of the beast.” His panther was a ruthless killer. One driven by dark impulse and a hunger for blood.

  Her lashes flickered. “Why didn’t you let me go? Why did you get Luke to change me?”

  Because I didn’t want to be in a world without you. “I’m a selfish bastard.” Instead of letting her go, he’d forced her into a world that she would never fit into.

  Because he hadn’t been lying to her…

  She wasn’t evil. That was the problem. She just wasn’t bad enough. But he hadn’t cared when he’d made his deal. He hadn’t cared about any consequences. His gaze dropped to her mouth. Those perfect red lips. A mouth built for sin. A mouth that w
as in every one of his dreams.

  But then, his dreams were usually about her.

  His nightmares were about her dying.

  Julian swallowed. “No more questions, okay?” Because there were some answers he didn’t want to give her. “Sleep.” His head dropped back against his pillow. He thought she’d move away, perhaps curl onto her side of the bed.

  Rose put her hand on his chest. “If I…if I scream, just wake me up.”

  What?

  “The nightmares always come.”

  Her lashes drifted closed.

  Fucking hell. He was her nightmare, and he knew it.

  He pulled the covers up over them. His eyes closed.

  Her hand stayed over his heart.

  ***

  Simon stared at the wreckage that remained of the Pandora. Cops were rushing around, fire fighters were still on the scene, and he was left to stand in the small crowd of humans who’d gathered at sunrise to watch the chaos.

  Had the vampiress died in those flames? He’d given strict orders to young Francis. If Simon hadn’t returned to the boat, then the Pandora had to burn.

  He couldn’t risk leaving evidence behind, no clues that might lead to his base.

  But what happened to the vampiress? He hadn’t wanted her to burn. He needed her, dammit. Finding someone else just like her would be nearly impossible. She was so necessary to his plans.

  I might have just fucked myself.

  His back teeth ground together. He’d wanted the big bastard to die—the freak with the claws and the too sharp teeth. A shifter? Simon figured that was what the jerk had been. He’d told him where the Pandora was, thinking the guy was on a rescue mission, maybe looking for the witch or the muse.

  It was easy for men to become obsessed with the muse.

  So he’d given up the Pandora, thinking the guy would go after the vessel alone but…

  But I saw the way he touched her when they stood next to the motorcycle. The shifter cares for the vamp. He’d tried to yell after them, begging them to come back, but the shifter had just driven away.

  Vampiress…I need you alive. Or, as alive as she could be.

  A woman bumped into him. “Oh, sorry,” she said, voice rising a bit in nervousness. “I just…I hope no one was hurt, don’t you?”

  He hoped his vampiress hadn’t been hurt.

  I need to find her. I need to figure out what happened.

  His gaze darted over the human who’d had the misfortune of literally running into him. A blonde, in her mid-twenties, with sun-kissed skin. Pretty enough, he supposed.

  Not that he went for pretty.

  Why bother with the ordinary? He’d never enjoyed ordinary. His Helene had been perfection beyond belief once. She will be again.

  The blonde’s weak smile slipped. “Is…is everything okay?”

  “Everything will be fine.” He offered her his hand. He was pretty sure he’d managed to get all of the blood off his fingers. “I’m Simon.”

  Her smile came back. “Keri.”

  Then he leaned in toward her and dropped his voice, letting the power flow out. “Keri…would you like to play a little game?”

  Her gaze went glassy. “Wh-what kind of game?”

  “How about…Simon Says…”

  ***

  Her whimper woke him. Julian’s eyes jerked open at the soft sound, and he rolled toward Rose instantly.

  “Love?”

  She’d curled into a little ball, moving away from him. He touched her shoulder. “Rose, Rose, wake up, it’s just—”

  She attacked. She shot toward him and penned him to the bed. Her hands grabbed his and shoved them over his head. Her legs were on either side of his hips as she loomed over him and her bared teeth—very sharp vampire fangs—came right at his throat.

  Julian didn’t try to stop her. He just turned his head and gave her a better angle, offering his throat to her. He waited to feel the sting of her teeth.

  “J-Julian?” Her breath blew over his neck.

  She didn’t bite. Damn.

  Rose immediately released his hands. “I’m sorry. It was a stupid nightmare. I was back in the cell, and I was so hungry, I just—”

  He locked his hands around her waist before she could move away from him. “Bite me.”

  Her eyes widened. “What?”

  “I wasn’t stopping you. I fucking love it when you bite me.” He stared into her eyes. “Bite me.”

  Her chest rose and fell. Her gaze darted to his neck. She licked her lips. Those sexy red lips.

  Did she feel his arousal pressing against her? She pretty much had to feel his dick. His oversized shirt had hiked up on her, revealing the smooth expanse of her thighs. Her sex was right over his cock, and his cock was fucking huge for her right then. The second she’d climbed onto him—hell, who was he kidding? He’d fallen asleep hard for her and woken the same way. He couldn’t be near Rose without wanting her.

  And this was the closest he’d been to having her in a very, very long time.

  “When I…when I bite you, I get a little out of control.”

  He knew that. He was counting on that. “Bite me.” This time, the words were a dark order. “You said you’d do anything I wanted.” His hands tightened on her waist. “I want this. I want your mouth on me.” He wanted her mouth all the fuck over him, but he’d start with his throat. They could work down from there.

  She swallowed and then she leaned forward. Her hair slid over his skin as her mouth pressed to his throat. But she still didn’t bite him right away. She licked. She kissed.

  She made his dick jerk against her.

  “Rose…” Julian tried to warn her. He was only going to play nice for so long.

  Her teeth sank into him.

  Yes. Maybe there was a flash of pain, if so, he didn’t really give a shit because the pleasure that followed was so intense. It burned right through him and he pressed his neck to her mouth, wanting her to take more. To bite harder.

  Later, he planned to bite, too.

  He might never have her this way again. After a nightmare, it was probably the wrong thing to do. The wrong time for seduction. A gentleman would back away.

  A devil would hold her tighter.

  He knew exactly what he was.

  His right hand slid down her body. He caught the cotton of his borrowed shirt—he was ridiculously pleased that she’d now have his scent all over her since she’d used one of his t-shirts—and pushed it out of his way. His hand touched her silken thigh. He trailed his fingers upward.

  She wasn’t wearing panties.

  Because, obviously, she liked to make him crazy.

  His fingers slid toward her sex. Trailed slowly, giving her the chance to stop him. But don’t do that, okay, love? Just—

  She pulled her mouth from his neck.

  His growl filled the air.

  Her hands slammed down onto his chest. Her breath heaved out. She had the tiniest drop of his blood on her lower lip. As he stared up at her, with his hand so close to paradise, her tongue snaked out and she licked that blood drop away.

  A human male might not have found the whole blood-drinking thing sexy.

  He wasn’t human. And he found everything about her to be sexy.

  “I don’t want you holding back,” Rose whispered.

  His fingers were itching to stroke her. His cock was ready to explode.

  “Rayce said…” Her chin lifted. “You were holding back when you were with me. Don’t do that anymore. This time…this one time, I want everything you have.”

  His fingers slid into heaven. She was wet and hot and he wanted to ram his cock into her and never let her go. “Be careful what you ask for, love.”

  Her lips parted as he stroked her. She pushed down with her hands, and her nails bit into his chest and she arched up, moaning as he stroked her.

  Julian wanted her to come, just like that. With his fingers in her body and pleasure that he gave Rose stamped on her face. He pressed his
thumb to her clit. He remembered everything that she liked. He’d give her that first. The soft touches. The long licks.

  Then…well, once she was lost to pleasure, he’d let his beast out. He’d see if she truly could handle him now.

  She was riding his hand. Lifting and lowering her body as her knees pressed into the mattress. He stroked her harder, and he put another finger inside of her. She was so freaking tight. He loved her body. Went fucking insane for her sex.

  He—

  Julian tumbled her back on the bed. He moved her fast, lifting her legs up and then he put his mouth on her because it had been too long since he’d tasted her. A man could only survive on a fantasy for so long before he went absolutely mad.

  So he feasted. He licked and sucked and stroked with his tongue and his fingers until she was shouting out his name as she came. And he didn’t give a fuck if anyone else on that island heard them. She was his—and he was going to have all of her.

  “Julian.”

  He looked up at her, her taste still on his tongue, and he knew that she’d see his beast. He could feel the power filling him. His eyes would be glowing, his cheeks hollowing, and his teeth would be sharpening.

  I bite, too.

  He crawled up her body. He shoved down his sweats and put the head of his cock at the entrance to her body. His claws came out then, and he didn’t try to hold back the change. She wanted him? She’d get him.

  He raked his claws over her borrowed shirt, and she sucked in a quick breath as he shredded the soft cotton. Just shredded the t-shirt from hem to neck. But he didn’t mar her skin. Not that perfect skin. His head bent and he kissed her body. The curve of her stomach. Her belly button. Then up, up to her breasts and those tight nipples that tasted like sweet candy.

  Her legs locked around his hips.

  He shoved into her, a deep, hard thrust that made her gasp. Her pupils expanded, and the darkness seemed to fill her eyes. Her fangs peeked from behind her lips and she just whispered, “More.”

  So he gave her everything.

  His claws dug into the mattress. He withdrew, then thrust deeper, slamming into her again and again. She was wet and sensitive from her release and her soft moans just drove him on. So freaking tight. So hot. Sending him out of his mind.

  He couldn’t get deep enough. The beast wanted so much more.