The Wolf Within (Purgatory #1)(52)

I want a bite. He’d claimed her. It seemed only fair that she get her turn?

“Duncan, I need…”

“What? Anything. I’ll give…anything.” A promise.

Her right hand rose. Grabbed his wrist, yanked his fingers away from her waist. She had to bite him. It wasn’t something that she could control. Not anymore. The urge was too dark. Too consuming. Holly lifted his wrist to her mouth.

She sank her teeth into his vein.

“Yes…” His hiss.

His thrusts became even harder. She loved it. She drank from him as she came, exploding on a release so powerful that her heart seemed to stop for a moment. Her eyes squeezed shut, and the pleasure swamped her.

Duncan was there with her. Coming hard because she felt the jet of his release. Holding her, curving his body around hers. His heart didn’t stop. The thunder of his heartbeat seemed to surround her. He was all that she knew in that instant.

All that she wanted.

The rest of the world could just fade away then. She had Duncan.

She had everything.

His heartbeat was thundering…thundering…

And sirens were wailing.

Her eyes widened. His wrist wasn’t at her mouth any longer. She didn’t even know when she’d let him go. She could still taste the rich flavor of his blood. Within her, Duncan was hard again, already, but the sirens seemed so loud.

Were they coming for Duncan?

He’d tensed behind her. She looked over her shoulder. Saw the lust and need and…growing fury in his gaze.

Then he started to thrust again. The breath caught in Holly’s lungs. Because now the intensity was different. So dark and focused. Consuming.

The sirens were wailing, growing ever closer, and she was staring into Duncan’s eyes as he thrust deep into her.

But it wasn’t enough. Not for her.

She tried to twist against him, wanting to face him fully. Needing to.

His hands locked around her. Held her tight.

He thrust harder.

She shook her head, “I want—”

Everything.

Then they were rolling across the bed. She ignored the screams of the sirens. This moment, it was too tense, too sharp.

She was on her back. He was between her legs. Plunging into her. Possessing her. Every stroke seemed like a brand on her. And she wanted another bite.

Wanted his blood in her. Wanted to bind them. Link them.

I want to claim him, too.

Then his neck was near her mouth. Her lips feathered over his skin.

“Bite.” His sharp snarl.

And she did. Because she wasn’t a human anymore, and the vampire that she was wanted his blood as much as she wanted his body.

The rush she got then was incredible. A climax that shattered her even as the lights from the swarming vehicles lit her home.

Duncan kept thrusting. Then, once more, his release erupted within her.

Car doors slammed. The siren finally stopped wailing. Then she could hear the thud of racing footsteps.

Duncan didn’t let her go.

Run.

The cry was in her head, but she was holding him tight.

She forced her mouth away from his throat. She could compel him to run. Make him leave. There might still be time for him to get away.

Holly looked into his eyes.

She realized that she could force him to do nothing.

“This is how they take me,” he said.

She shook her head. “No.”

Those footsteps were growing closer.

He pressed a kiss to her lips. “You’re mine.”

And he was hers.

“Don’t forget it.”

“Holly!” Her brother’s cry, and it sounded as though it came from her living room.

He was going to find them together. Naked. Duncan wouldn’t have a chance. “Why?” Why had he done this? Why not run?

“Because I had to be with you.” His smile was a bit twisted. “Before they sent me to hell.”

She wouldn’t let them. Duncan wasn’t going to hell. No, he couldn’t—

He pulled away from her. She grabbed for the sheets even as he yanked on his jeans.

Then Pate was in the doorway. Men in black were behind him. They had their guns out. All of the weapons were aimed at Duncan and her.

“Don’t shoot my sister,” Pate ordered.

She jumped from the bed. Kept the sheet around her. “You’re making a mistake! I told you…Duncan was protecting us! He didn’t hurt anyone!”

But Duncan just stared at Pate, and he laughed. “How are you going to take me in?”

Pate’s chin lifted. “The guns are loaded with silver.”

Duncan moved to stand in front of Holly. “Then take your best shot, and while you’re doing that…” Duncan raised his claws and said, “I’ll take mine.”

This wasn’t happening.

“You’ve been playing some kind of game with us all, Pate,” Duncan said, the words snapping. “I thought we were supposed to be making the world a better place, but it seems like you were just using us all, even the monsters.”

The men behind Pate were looking nervous.

“What are you?” Duncan asked him as he inhaled. “Because I’ve noticed that you sure don’t smell human.”

Pate shook his head—then lunged across the room in a move so fast that he looked like a blur. Holly gasped because in less than a second’s time, Pate stood with one hand wrapped around Duncan’s throat and with his other hand holding a gun right against Duncan’s heart.