Bitter Blood (Blood and Moonlight Book 3)(68)

“Get…away…from…me…” A hoarse plea, one that came from the depths of his soul.

“I can’t. You’re holding me too tightly.”

And he was. Holding because he could not let go.

But Jane smiled at him. “And I want to be here. I want to be with you. I want to make love with you.”

He wasn’t making love. He was taking. Hurting, destroying— “Kiss me again, Aidan. Kiss me like you mean it.”

But he didn’t kiss her. He eased her back to her feet and he stepped away. The agony inside of him got even worse, wrenching at his heart as if the damn thing would be yanked right from his chest.

“Aidan?”

He fell to his knees and his claws scraped over the floor. Jane’s hand grabbed his shoulder.

“Aidan? What’s happening?”

His head turned slowly and he stared at her fingers. So delicate. Just as she was. Didn’t she see how close she was to destruction? His gaze lifted and slid over her body. Her curving hips. Her beautiful skin.

The scar, the raised white flesh in the shape of…

The end.

His gaze lingered on that scar. But then Jane sank to her knees beside him.

“I see you in there. I know you’re coming back. Come back,” she urged, “and stay with me.”

He could only shake his head. It didn’t feel as if he were coming back to her. It felt as if his whole body was splitting apart. His very soul being torn from him.

She pressed a kiss to his lips. Another tender touch to the beast. “I love you, Aidan Locke.”

She shouldn’t. She—

Jane pushed him back so that he fell on his ass. Then she crawled on top of him and wrapped her legs around him. They were sitting up, facing each other. Her sex brushed over his cock.

No, Jane, I don’t want to hurt you! A roar from inside of him.

“We’re going to make love, Aidan.”

She kept saying his name, deliberately, he was sure. A hold on the man he’d been.

“We’re going to make love and you’re going to come back to me.”

Then she took his cock and guided it into the entrance of her body. That warm, wet heaven, and when he sank inside of her, he lost the little bit of f*cking sanity that had been there. It was too good. She was too good. Tight and hot and clamping down on him.

Heaven.

Hell.

His.

“Look at me.”

His gaze jerked to her face.

“See me,” Jane whispered. “The same way I see you.”

Then she lifted her body up, pushed down. He snapped his teeth together because the urge to bite her was so strong, but he wouldn’t do it. He wouldn’t.

Sex. Fucking.

Love.

Jane.

His hands clamped around her hips and he moved her faster, pushed deeper. Her breath heaved out and she gave a little moan…the breathless cry had to be the sexiest sound in the world.

Give her pleasure.

The whisper came from deep within him.

Give her joy.

A command.

Give her everything.

He pressed his lips to her neck. Not to bite. Not to take. But to kiss because he remembered that was one of her sweet spots. Jane loved it when he licked her there.

He lifted her up, then made sure to plunge into her with a long thrust that took his cock right over her clit.

She loved it when he stroked her just like that.

He withdrew, then sank deeper. And suddenly, they weren’t sitting on that floor. He’d pushed her onto her back, brought her legs up high so that he could go even deeper.

Because she loved that.

His claws were so careful, not scratching her skin. His fingers caressed her. Teasing her breasts just the way she liked. Then he was licking her nipples. Sucking her, getting her to arch against him and shudder as she called out his name.

Aidan.

She came around him. He felt the fierce clench of her orgasm and he couldn’t hold back. Her release sent him right over the edge. He drove into her, over and over, pumping his cock into her and the climax slammed through him.

His heart thundered in his ears. His breath heaved in his chest. And Jane…his Jane curled her arms around his neck.

His head slowly lifted. He stared into her eyes.

Jane smiled at him. “I knew you’d come back to me.”

He kissed her.

Come back? Hell yeah, he’d f*cking walk through hell for her.

“Jane,” Aidan rasped. “I love you.”

***

Vincent’s fingers curled around Garrison’s neck and he lifted the wolf high into the air. “You’re not even a damn alpha,” a sneer curled his lips. “What the hell do you think you’ll do against me?”

Annette backed up. She had to do something.

“I was…was thinking…” Garrison gasped. “This.” Then he yanked a gun out from inside his jacket. Her gun, Annette realized. Smart, sneaky wolf. He fired that weapon, again and again. The blast of the gun had Annette’s ears ringing even as blood soaked Vincent’s shirt.

He staggered and dropped Garrison. “F-f*cking…bastard…” Vincent spat.

Lena grabbed Annette’s arm. “Silver won’t stop him. The blood loss will barely slow him down. Run.” She pointed toward the main door. The way out of that building.