A wildfire was racing through her, and she was eager to be consumed by the flames.
Having dealt with the belt buckle, Harley tugged open the button of his slacks and slid down the zipper, her heart slamming against her chest as her fingers circled his heavy arousal.
Salvatore muttered a low curse, his hips surging forward as a sheen of sweat coated his beautiful face.
“Careful, cara,” he gritted. “I’m trying to remember to be gentle.”
In answer, Harley balanced on her tiptoes, biting the side of his neck with enough force to draw blood.
“I’m not afraid of the big bad wolf.”
With a muted roar, Salvatore was spinning to the side, slamming her into the wall as he dropped to his knees in front of her.
“You should be,” he warned, his hands ripping off her jeans, and the tiny triangle of lace beneath.
“Salvatore…”
Her breath stuck in her throat as his lips trailed a searing path up the inside of her thighs, while his hands firmly tugged her legs farther apart.
Her fingers dug into his hair, a shudder of sheer delight shaking through her.
“Oh…Lord.”
“It’s too late for prayers,” he muttered, giving her legs one last tug so he could find the damp heat he was searching for.
Harley swallowed her scream, her body quivering with erotic approval. She liked having Salvatore on his knees, making love to her with his tongue and teeth.
Her eyes slid closed, her hands stroking through his hair as a sweet tension coiled deep in her womb. She briefly remembered that there had been some insane reason that she wanted to avoid Salvatore’s magical touch, but in this moment, she didn’t give a crap.
Over and over his tongue teased her clitoris, occasionally thrusting into her opening with a skill that had her charging full steam toward her climax.
Measuring her quickening pants, Salvatore abruptly straightened, kicking off his shoes and slacks to stand before her in his full glory.
And he was glorious.
His lean, perfect features. His luminous golden eyes. His chiseled, bronzed body. His cock, fully erect and eager to please.
Allowing her a few moments to appreciate the sight of his naked body, Salvatore grasped her by the waist and turned her away from him.
“Put your hands on the wall and keep your arms stiff,” he rasped in her ear, tugging her leg up and over his thigh, leaving her feeling oddly vulnerable.
Caught off guard, Harley glanced over her shoulder in confusion, her heart jerking at the stark beauty of his bronzed face.
“What the hell are you doing?”
“Trust me,” he said, his hand gripping her inner thigh at the same moment his erection nudged at her slit from behind.
“Yes.”
Her head fell back against his shoulder, her neck boneless with blistering pleasure as he surged inside her. He was large and angled to thrust deep, each driving plunge hovering between intense bliss and pain.
Leaning heavily against the wall to support her weak knees, Harley groaned as his fingers slid between her folds, stroking through her damp heat in pace with the fierce, relentless pump of his hips.
Somewhere in the dark, a pack of curs was searching for them, Briggs was plotting his evil, and the King of Vampires was rushing in their direction. But the dangers held no meaning for Harley as her body tightened with a near unbearable excitement.
With a growl that was more animal than human, Salvatore buried his face in the curve of her neck, his mouth nuzzling her sensitive skin.
“You’re mine,” he said, his low words seeming to brand themselves on her soul. “For now and all eternity.”
“No.”
“Yes, Harley.” He thrust deeper, possessing her with every stroke. “There’s no going back.”
“Dammit, Salvatore…”
Her words were cut short as Salvatore sank his teeth into the base of her neck. Shocked by the delectable attack, Harley’s body arched, and a scream was wrenched from her throat as the shattering climax clutched at her body…
Chapter Thirteen
Caine gripped the steering wheel of the Jeep, heading back to his St. Louis lair at a pace just short of light speed.
He was a good enough general to know he should be with his pack, leading them in pursuit of Salvatore and Harley.
The curs were spooked by Salvatore’s display of power over them. It was one thing to hear rumors of the king’s ability to force a werewolf to shift, and quite another to experience it firsthand.
And Vikki was certain to bolt at the first sign of trouble. She might be willing to use her magical abilities to impress him, but not if it meant bringing any danger to herself.
Without Caine driving them on, they’d quite likely dillydally long enough to make certain that Salvatore managed to escape.
At the moment, however, Caine was too distracted to launch an all-out offensive against the King of Weres.
He needed time to sort through the doubts that were beginning to plague him.
Predictably, what he needed and what he got were two very different things.
Skimming down the graveled back roads that wound through recently plowed fields, Caine slammed on the brakes as the familiar scent of rotting flesh assaulted him.
“Shit.”
Andre shoved his dark hair from his face, his nose wrinkled with disgust.
“What the hell is that?”
“Company,” Caine muttered, wishing he had the balls to ignore the unmistakable summons. Of course, if he ignored the summons there was a good chance he wouldn’t have any balls to worry about.
“Company?” Andre shuddered. “It smells like he needs to lay down so someone can finish burying him.”
Caine shoved the stick shift into park. “Stay here.”
“No. You…”
Caine’s hand shot out to grab his companion by the throat. “Stay. Here.”
“Got it,” the cur rasped. “Stay here.”
Ignoring the bile that rose in his throat, Caine headed for the small cluster of trees. This was what he’d signed up for, wasn’t it? A little tit for a little tat.
He just wanted to get his damned tit so he could be done with the nasty tat.
There was an odd shimmer among the shadows, then the outline of Briggs appeared, his crimson eyes glowing like the pits of hell. Obediently, Caine fell to his knees.
“Master.”
A blast of cold swirled through the air, crawling over Caine’s skin.
“Scurrying back to your lair like the spineless coward you are, eh, Caine?”
“I have my pack searching for Salvatore. It’s only a matter of time before they capture him.” The lies tripped easily off Caine’s tongue, his head lowered to hide his wary expression. “I need to make sure I have a cell prepared that can hold him.”