Bound in Darkness (Bound #2)(5)

He caught her left hand. Yanked it up.

“Cade!” Allison yelped. “What are you—”

The mark was there. A blood-red rose, nestled in her palm. A real particular birthmark.

Pureblood.

Fuck.

“You’re not human,” he told her. Unfortunate—for her.

Her eyes widened even more. “Uh, yes, I am.” She jerked against his hold. He just lifted a brow and kept right on holding her.

“Who sent you to that bar tonight?” Cade asked her, but he already knew the answer.

“The same witch you sent you.” Allison huffed out a breath. “M-my friend, Elsa. She told me you would be there—that you’d guide me to safety and—”

He started laughing. “You don’t have any clue, do you?” No wonder the witch had been so certain.

Allison stared up at him, the long tangle of her hair sliding over her shoulders. Her skin was pale—so pale, just like that of most vamps, but her body was warm. She was small and curved just the way he normally liked women to be—with pert breasts, flaring hips, and an ass that could make a man beg.

And her face…beautiful. Not that he’d had a whole lot of beauty in his life, but he knew it when he saw it.

He saw it then in the high sweep of her cheekbones. The soft slide of her nose. The heavy lashes that covered her eyes—and in the delicate chin that angled up in the air.

Allison Gray was a beautiful woman.

A beautiful, soon-to-be dead woman.

Hell. He could feel Allison’s heart racing against him. She was afraid again. That should have been a good thing.

Why did her fear piss him off? It angered him just as much as her blind trust. The scent of her growing fear seemed to burn his nose.

“Vampires are chasing me,” she told him. He’d pushed her hands back against the wooden wall. “That guy in the alley—he’s been after me for months.”

Yeah, Cade bet he had.

“They want me dead.”

Undead.

“Elsa said you’d help me.” Her lips trembled. Wide, full lips. Flushed dark red. Plump. Those lips were so close to his.

The beast within began to snarl. “She lied.” Blunt. Brutal.

Best to go ahead and tell her. Best for her to know…

Her tongue swiped out and licked a slick trail over her bottom lip. “Wh-what?”

Take. The beast inside roared. Cade brought his mouth closer to hers. What would it hurt? Just one little taste…

Her eyes were so very blue as they stared up at his. Not cold like the witch’s had been, but filled with a tangle of emotion.

Her lashes began to lower.

His lips pressed lightly over hers. Allison didn’t fight. Didn’t try to turn her head away.

Her breath whispered out, and he pulled that soft gasp into his own lungs, taking her taste with that breath.

Sweet.

He’d take more.

He kissed her again. Harder. Deeper. Her lips parted and…and she let him in. His tongue thrust past her lips and into the warm cavern of her mouth. His body pushed against hers, so close he could feel the tight tips of her nipples and the wild beat of her heart.

Innocence and sin. One woman shouldn’t taste like both.

She did.

Allison met him, kissing him with a wild, hot need as a moan built in her throat. Kissing him…because the woman thought she was safe with him.

That he was some promised protector.

His claws began to stretch.

He let his fangs rake over her lower lip.

Allison froze in his arms.

Time for her to understand exactly what was happening. Cade lifted his head. Gazed into her eyes. “I’m not here to keep you safe.” His words were growled, the snarl of a beast.

Her gaze slid from his, searching the darkness of the cabin that waited to the left, then to the right.

“No one followed us out here.” She’d come so willingly. She could have screamed back at that bar. Asked for help. Begged for help.

Maybe Griggs would have fought for her.

Perhaps some other dumb * would have played white knight.

Slowly, he released her wrists, but he didn’t step back. “There’s no one to hear you scream out here, sweetheart.”

Allison flinched. “Wh-why would I scream?”

He brought up his hand and let his claws slide down her cheek. She needed to stop seeing him as some kind of damn hero and see him for what he really was.

“Your Elsa didn’t send you to me for protection.” He paused. Watched because he knew the horror would come. “She paid me to kill you.”

And since Allison looked so incredibly delicate, so innocent and human, he wasn’t expecting the blade of her knife to shove into his chest.

He glanced down, stunned, and realized that when they’d been in that alley, she’d stopped to retrieve her weapon. He’d been fighting the vamp, and she—

His blood dripped down his chest, and Allison shoved him back with very un-human strength. He flew back and crashed into the opposite wall. She gazed at him with desperate eyes, stunned, scared, then she rushed for the door.

The screen door slammed behind her as she fled into the night.

Taking his time, Cade rose to his feet. The knife had missed his heart by a good three inches. And it wasn’t even silver.