It was nearly silent now and she swung her massive head from side to side. There had to be more to kill, it couldn’t just end this quickly. Her mouth watered at the thought of more killing and then she saw him, Ethan. That fucker had wanted to kill her. She turned and began to creep closer to the building. She would rip him to pieces, but she would do it slow. She would bite him in the belly and yank out his guts. A large wolfy smile spread across her muzzle. Then Xander was in the way. She snarled up at him and he snarled back. He was all raised up, all bossy and shit. She tried to move past him but he lunged at her and bit her throat. She jerked back, surprised and snarled and yanked herself free. She crouched and her hands curled. She snarled again and he moved around her. Then he threw back his head and he howled long and low and it reverberated through her body.
She felt it move through her and it hit her womb and ovaries and it made her throw her head back and she howled as well. Bastard. He’d just made her submissive and there wasn’t a damned thing she could do about it. Her animal obeyed and her wolf brain accepted his dominance and her own obedience. Bastard. She’d never had that happen to her but her wolf brain knew what it was. She might be an Alpha, but Xander was a bigger Alpha and he was a male. He howled again and her blood began to cool. The killing frenzy within began to calm and she began to feel her body shrink and relax. The red haze that had filled her head and her heart began to dissipate and she saw that Xander was shrinking before her, his body going back to human.
She had to admit, he was a stunning and impressive werewolf and he was hot. Her heart did a triple beat. She’d always sensed his animal but she’d never seen it and he’d had absolute control over it and he’d had control over hers. She wasn’t sure if she was resentful over that fact. She really did want to rip Ethan apart. Fucker. But, as her killing fog lifted, she understood why Xander wouldn’t let her go at Agent Vector. They three were all they had. There had to be some kind of loyalty and like it or not, it would seem that Ethan was a part of their pack, well, kind of. Ethan better hope like hell he was never alone with her werewolf; she wasn’t sure if she could stop the bitch and she didn’t know if she wanted to try.
Xander looked at Zahara and almost laughed. He could see that she had really wanted to go after Ethan. He really couldn’t blame her but the man had been on orders and had disobeyed the brass. That said something for the man. Zahara had been amazing and beautiful out there. He had never seen a female werewolf except for his mother and Zahara was spectacular. He could feel his animal moving within him, wanting to get out, wanting to get to Zahara. He turned and spit blood out of his mouth. His whole body was covered in blood and gore. He reached out and pulled an eyeball out of Zahara’s hair and she turned and looked at him.
“I think we need to take a shower,” he said as he passed through the sliding glass doors that opened into the hotel lobby. Ethan was standing there, his face nearly blank with shock. Xander walked to his clothing and pulled out his Glock and walked down the hall toward rooms on the first floor. He could hear Zahara padding behind him, her small feet sticky with goo and blood. He used the butt of the gun to knock on the door. Within he heard growls and snarls and walked to the next door and knocked. He heard nothing and stood back and shot the lock off the door.
“Why didn’t you just get a key card?” she asked.
“Faster, I just wanna get on the road. You…you want to join me?” he asked and he could feel the heat move up his neck and into his face. He saw the shy grin on her face and she nodded.
“You know this is leading someplace dangerous, don’t you?” she asked softly. Xander pushed the door to the room closed with his bloody foot. He towered over Zahara and he could smell the blood all over her. She was moving backward and he placed his hands gently on her shoulders and moved her toward the bathroom. He saw their reflections in the large mirror and was shocked by them. His eyes still held the remnant gold, still blazing hot. Was it lust after the kill or was it this woman before him? He’d been feeling the sexual tension between them all week, but now, it was palatable.
His heart was pounding in his ears and he could smell her, the essence of her, his senses were still heightened from the change. His animal side was urging him forward but his human side was second guessing his moves and motives.
“Don’t. Don’t waffle. You either want me or you don’t,” Zahara said, looking up into his eyes. A wolfish smile crossed his face and he drew her hard up against his body.
“Let’s get clean and then, let’s get dirty,” he said and dipped his head to kiss her. Her eyes widened and shimmered a beautiful emerald and then gold. His smile widened and he kissed her long and hard. Fighting zombies made his bloodlust skyrocket
