Undead Or Alive (Bad Things #3)(33)

He feared killing her.

“But I don’t. So I get to touch you, all over. And you get to see…that I trust you. I trust you completely, Cass, and soon, I hope you’ll trust me the same way.”

Why? Why did she trust him? He’d just told her what a damn monster he was.

“You saved me today.” She stared straight into his eyes and he had the eerie feeling that, for the first time, someone was truly seeing him.

Not the Reaper. The man.

Cass swallowed. “I knew I couldn’t die.” Or rather, that he couldn’t stay dead.

“Other than my family, no one has ever risked so much for me. I saw the wounds on you. You were battered from head to toe. And…even back at the hotel, when Gregory came crashing in to our room, you protected me then, too. You covered me with your body, and the glass went into your back.”

His gaze slid over her. “Didn’t…want you hurt.”

“I didn’t think my knight in shining armor would be Death.”

His gaze jerked back up to hers.

“I was wrong.” She slid onto the bed. Onto him. She straddled him and her legs slid along either side of his hips. “I won’t be wrong again. Not about you.”

She didn’t understand…

Amber bent and pressed a kiss to his lips. Not some chaste, soft kiss. Sexy as hell. Her tongue slid over his lips, then thrust into his mouth. She stroked him with her tongue, making his whole body shudder.

His cock was fully erect and because of the way she’d positioned herself on him, his length shoved against her sex. She was wet and soft, and he wanted to arch up and sink into her.

“Not yet,” Amber whispered against his mouth. “Because I’m just getting started.”

Then she began to kiss a path down his neck. She stopped to lick and suck the skin right over his racing pulse.

He growled.

She nipped him.

His eyes squeezed shut. Fuck, yes.

Then she was pressing her lips to his chest.

His hands tightened on the wood and he heard a low creak.

She licked his nipple. His hips arched against her.

“Ah…trying to get my attention? I was working my way down there but…” Then she eased her body back, moving the sweet heat of her sex away from his aching cock.

“No—” Cass began.

But then her mouth was on him. She curled her luscious lips around his cock and she sucked him in. His eyes nearly rolled back in his head and the wood splintered beneath his grip.

She sucked and she licked and she drove him insane.

But he didn’t touch her.

Wouldn’t.

Cass grabbed for the second slat of wood that made up the headboard. His fingers locked around it. “Amber…no more. I need in you.”

Her head lifted. “I thought you were in my mouth.”

His teeth ground together…

“Oh,” she murmured, obviously not understanding just how dangerous it was to tease him. “You mean in me…this way?” And then she was straddling him once again. Her hand moved between them and she guided his cock to her core. He thrust up just as she arched her hips down against him.

Tight. Hot. Heaven.

He withdrew, then plunged deep. She was gasping and rocking against him. Going up and down, but it wasn’t enough—

That second slat shattered.

He shoved upward, moving fast, and he saw the alarm in her eyes.

But Cass just tumbled her back onto the bed, trapping her beneath him. His hands fisted around the bedcovers, grabbing tight, and then he was shoving deep into her, controlling the thrusts and filling her completely.

She came for him, crying out her pleasure as her sex contracted around him. He let himself go even as the pulses of her release rocked around him. He emptied into her, lodged deep in her tight, hot sex, never, f*cking ever wanting to leave her.

The pleasure was just as hot as before, just as consuming. It seemed to burn right through his body, pushing away the coldness that had surrounded him for so long. A cold that had gone soul-deep.

Until he found Amber.

I won’t let her go. I can’t. His head lifted.

She was smiling at him. “See?” Amber whispered. “I was right to trust you.”

Don’t be so sure, sweets. Because he wasn’t the kind of man that anyone should trust.

***

Gregory knew when he was f*cking in trouble. And when the Lord of the Dark yanked a guy from a plane…

Hello, trouble.

Luke Thorne had yanked him from that plane and taken him back down to earth. Now he was in the middle of freaking nowhere. Luke stood in front of him and he knew he had to tread damn carefully.

“Want to tell me why you were circling like a hawk?”

This was his moment. Gregory lifted his chin. “Because I’m the hunter you want, not Cass. I’m the one who can bring back your bounty. The Reaper has gone soft. You can’t count on him any longer.”

Luke’s dark brows rose. “Oh, really?” He didn’t sound convinced.

“He won’t bring her to you. The woman you’re after? Amber?” Plant the doubt. Twist it inside of him. “He’s f*cking her.”

Luke’s face changed. Went absolutely dark.

So much for the stories about Luke having a mate. The guy was obviously involved with Cass’s bounty. Gregory could use that involvement. “He’s going to try and keep her. He’s—”