the ugly flowered curtains and stared into the dark street. “I wouldn’t have killed you.”
Frustration gripped her. How could she make him understand? “How was I supposed to know that?”
He closed the curtain. “You didn’t seem to think I’d kill you when you were lying in my bed later that night.”
Her breath caught. She bit her lower lip and fought back tears. She wouldn’t let him see her cry—not again. “I am
“I never said you were.”
She choked on her own words. “You...you implied it.”
He shook his head as he walked back toward her. “I’d never say that.”
She covered her face with her hand and sighed. “I know it was just an easy lay for you, but for me—”
Her back hit the wall so hard all the air rushed out of her lungs. She gasped as he hoisted her ass up, pulling her legs around his hips. He ground into her until she bucked against him. A wave of heat radiated through her core. Massaging his fingers against her spine, he cradled her. Pleasure coursed through her, and she leaned into him.
Anger radiated from him, yet his touch relaxed her. He tucked his head between her neck and shoulder. Inhaling her scent, he let out a low growl. Slowly he ran the length of his tongue over her earlobe. “You like doing this to me? Making me want you?”
Frankie couldn’t form words.
His teeth grazed the tender flesh, and she moaned. He dragged his lips down the skin of her ear, her neck, her shoulder, until he nibbled on her collarbone. His tongue swirled over her skin in sensual movements.
After several moments he pulled away. Before she could comprehend what he was doing, her panties were around her ankles and his thick cock was rubbing across her entrance.
“Do you want me?” He ground himself against her as he asked.
Every logical cell in her body screamed no. But her body said otherwise as she rocked her hips against him.
Apparently that was all the response he needed. He sheathed himself inside her, stretching her wide. She took every inch of him inside her.
She breathed against his ear, tickling him, and his cock jerked. A feeling of hot need filled her, and she pushed her hips harder against his.
“Did you miss this?” He slid out and rubbed his length over her thin pink slit. “I did.”
She shivered beneath his touch. A smirk spread across his face. He drove himself inside her again. She cried out as he pounded into her, each thrust sending electricity shooting through her.
As he rode her hard, he palmed her breast outside her shirt, then slipped his hand inside and under her bra. He circled each of her soft nipples in turn, using his thumb and forefinger until they were hard and aching for his touch. Then he trailed his fingers over her skin, down the line of her abdomen until he quickly found her clit. He rolled his fingers over her in sensual circles. The seat of her sex pulsated, and her body shook.
She slickened as he slid in and out of her with increasing ease. Adrenaline raced through her veins as he claimed her. The sounds of his pleasure sent chills down her spine, and she inched closer and closer to climax.
She let out a deep-throated moan.
“Do you like it when I take you deep like that?” He thrust into her again.
His body was heaven—her own little slice of divine bliss. She nearly laughed at her own thoughts as she watched him push inside of her. “Little” had nothing to do with it. Her body ached for him.
When she didn’t say anything, he reached up and lightly tugged a strand of her hair. “You didn’t answer me.”
The small jolt sent waves of sexual desire through her. She wanted him, so badly, so...
“You still didn’t answer my question,” he whispered next to her ear.
She gasped and nodded. “Yes.”
He tugged on her hair again. “Yes, what?”
Her whole body tensed as she neared her peak.
A feral snarl ripped from Jace’s throat, and his irises flashed wolf-gold. He bared his canines and growled. “You’re going to come for me, and then you’re going to tell me just how deep you like it.”
Frankie’s heart pounded as he rubbed harder and harder against her clit with his fingers, never losing momentum as he thrust deep inside her. “Come for me.”
White-hot ecstasy rolled through her as she reached her release at last. She shook against him as wave after wave of pleasure engulfed her body, consuming her until she couldn’t take it anymore. Her entire being threatened to crumble to pieces beneath his skilled hands.
She gasped. “Jace, I can’t take any more. I can’t...” She tried to tell him that she’d never felt this much pleasure before. That her body was so overwhelmed that she...
He kept shoving into her, pounding into her flesh as he fingered her. Her whole body tensed as she felt herself climbing toward a second climax.
“Jace.” She panted. “Wait.” Already she was shattering again, and she wanted him to come with her.
A low growl ripped from his throat. “Tell me you didn’t want it the first time we were together. Tell me you don’t want me now and I’ll stop.”
She opened her mouth. A small moan escaped her lips.
“Tell me...Frankie.”
Words...words...why couldn’t she find any right now?
He pushed against her with his chest, and she melted into his touch.
She
“Jace, I...” Closing her eyes, she tried to gather her thoughts. She wanted to... “I...I don’t want—” She didn’t want him to leave. Ever. The words were trapped in her throat by the realization that she wanted this man more than she wanted her next breath. How could she have fallen like this?
The pressure on her body eased as Jace released her. Her feet hit the fluffy carpet, and she slumped against the wall. Despite the central heating, the winter chill penetrated the air—and her. It hit her full force, the moment she’d missed out on slapping her in the face.
“Jace, wait.”
“Forget it.” He turned his back on her as he straightened his clothes. She didn’t need to see his face. The tension in his muscles told her everything.
He cleared his throat. “I’m sorry if that was unwanted. Believe me when I say I won’t bother you again.” He walked toward the door without looking at her. His hand twisted the doorknob. “Tell David where and when your pack meets.”
After a long moment she finally managed to speak. “You’re still going to shift?” Damn it. That wasn’t what she needed to say. But she couldn’t tell him now, could she? Couldn’t say she didn’t want him to go. He’d pushed her away more times than he’d claimed her.
He paused, his shoulders flexing as he inhaled. “I told you, I can’t let more women die.”
A sharp pang sliced her heart. “Jace, I don’t want—”
He interrupted her midsentence. “You don’t need to explain yourself, Frankie. I get it.”
She stepped forward and raised her voice, forcing herself to say the words. “But I...I don’t—”
He walked out and closed the door behind him. The latch clicked into place and her heart hit the floor.
“I don’t want you to go....”
But it was too late.
JACE AND DAVID stepped into K9’s, trailing behind Frankie. The deep red carpet squished underneath Jace’s massive leather boots, and the floor vibrated with the beat of the music. The medium-size circular room was filled with private booths surrounded by matching red drapery to obscure the view for more exclusive meetings. A
