Rapture Untamed (Feral Warriors #4)(14)

"A pretty little theory, Sugar. But I'm tired of hearing you talk."

He snatched her arm, curling his hand around her wrist and pressing his palm hard against her skin, willing his hand to heat, filling her with sensual fire.

Olivia gasped, trying to jerk her arm free even as her br**sts rose, her back arching in an intoxicatingly passionate move. Her head tilted back, and he knew she was feeling the pleasure, the warm, throbbing heat all the way down.

"Now I want to hear you scream. Come for me, Red."

Her sexy little gasps tore through his senses, lifting his pulse and his blood pressure, sending that blood spiraling hard and low. Goddess, but he wanted to hear her cry out with that ultimate release. She'd been so close last night he'd almost been able to taste it.

She was so close to it again...

He didn't see the knife coming for his hand until it was too late. The steel of her blade sliced right through muscle and tendons, hurting like a son of a bitch.

The moment she pulled the knife free, he jerked his bleeding hand away. "Damn you!"

"You don't learn, do you?" But her rough, sexy voice held a hint of amusement.

He snorted. One point to the redhead. "Where in the hell did you get that kind of speed?"

He didn't expect an answer, so he was surprised when he got one. "Many Therians have gifts left over from the days when we were all shifters."

The defensive note in her tone told him he'd touched a nerve. Which was interesting, now, wasn't it?

The stinging in his hand slowly dulled to nothing as the flesh healed. When he glanced at her, he found her watching him with cool eyes. Cool eyes that throbbed with ill-disguised heat. Goddess, but he wanted her.

Even better, she wanted him.

"You know I'm going to win this game, Red. Sooner or later, you're going to spread your thighs and invite me in. You're wasting your time fighting it."

Olivia let out a long sigh. "We're both wasting our time if we're doing anything other than trying to catch those Daemons, Jag." She raked her hands into her hair, pulling the bright locks back from her face in a move that was decidedly unsettled. "It would be wise for us to remember that."

He turned his concentration back to the road, his lips twitching with satisfaction. Oh yeah, he'd gotten under her skin. As badly as she'd gotten under his.

But she was right. They did have a job to do, and the one thing he never did was shirk his duty.

There was too much at stake.

But that didn't mean this game had come to an end. Hell no. Sooner or later, she'd be begging him to give her exactly what they both wanted.

Hot, sweaty, mind-blowing sex.

Then maybe he'd finally get her out of his system. He was beginning to think that couldn't happen soon enough.

Chapter Five

By the time Jag and Olivia reached the dramatic confluence of the Shenandoah and Potomac rivers and crossed into the small tourist hamlet of Harpers Ferry, West Virginia, the sun was high in the sky, well past its zenith.

Olivia watched out the window of Jag's Hummer as they drove along the river road, enchanted by the towering cliffs rising above the rivers where Virginia, Maryland, and West Virginia converged. As many years as she'd spent in the United States, she'd never before been to this spot.

Jag pulled up in front of the small, quaint Slumber-side Motel. "Wait here while I grab the room key."

"Is this place warded?" she asked with surprise.

"No. But we'll need a place to crash come daylight."

He returned a few minutes later and drove past the small town and onto a quiet residential street, where he pulled over, parking the car.

"Now the real fun begins," he murmured, throwing her one of his patent devilish smiles as he opened the driver's door and unfolded his long frame. She was about to reach for her door handle when he opened the back door and climbed into the backseat, closing the door behind him.

"What are you doing?"

He didn't answer, merely pulled off his T-shirt, giving her a first-class view of hard muscle, then began to unbuckle the belt of his camo pants.

"I won't be joining you back there, cat, if that's what you're thinking."

He lifted a single brow, snagging her with his sharp gaze. "I could change your mind."

She whipped out one of her knives and twirled it between her fingers. "You could try."

The grin that lifted his mouth turned bright with challenge and wide with genuine amusement. "I'm going hunting."

Perfect. Finally, the opportunity she'd been waiting for to get away from him to feed.

The full import of his words hit her, and her eyes widened.

Pamela Palmer Rapture Untamed

"You're shifting?" A small thrill caught her at the prospect of watching him shift into his animal right in front of her. The first time she saw him shift, the first time she'd ever seen any Feral shift, was that day last week when she, Ewan, and Niall had come to meet with Lyon at Feral House. Jag had shifted unintentionally - the fault of Mage magic, but it had happened quickly, and she'd been trying to ignore him at the time so hadn't been watching. This time she wasn't taking her gaze off him.

"I always used to think Ferals could keep their clothes on during the shift," she murmured. "But you can't, can you?"