“Your fire …”
“It’s no good.” Like she’d ever use the flames on Zane. The bastard might have pissed her off before because he didn’t know how to trust, but he was still … Zane.
And his eyelids began to flutter. If he saw the shifter, he’d go into instant attack mode. “Get out!”
“I can’t leave you with him, I can’t—”
She laughed at him and made her voice drip ice as she said, “Do you really think I need protecting?”
But he didn’t take the bait. His lips tightened. “Yeah, I do.”
Almost sweet. But they didn’t have time for sweet. “If he sees you, he’ll try to rip you apart.” Her heart slammed into her ribs. “I’ll keep him calm, I’ll—” A groan broke from Zane’s lips. “Just go!”
Jude eased back a step. One. Another. “I’ll be on the other side of that door.” Making sure no one entered-no one who could get hurt, she knew. And making sure, also, that Zane wouldn’t get out. “But I’ll be able to hear everything. If he attacks you, I’m coming in.”
She nodded, the movement jerky and hard. Fair enough. If Zane started psychically tossing her around the room—like he’d tossed the others outside-she’d want the shifter’s backup.
But Zane wasn’t going to hurt her. I trust you, even if you can’t trust me.
Jude hurried out and shut the door. The bolt slammed into place with a clang.
Jana crawled on top of Zane and straddled him. What drug had Kelly given him? Something my brother made… Hell, that could be anything! In those few days that Brent had held her in his lab, she’d learned he’d liked to play God, stirring and mixing and creating torments for his “experiments.”
The last time Zane had been hit with a drug, he’d wanted her. Sex and fury could be a potent combination. Sex and fury. He’d pulled back. The man had fought the demon’s pull. Because of his hybrid blood? Had he been able to fight the drug because his body chemistry was so different? Or had he just been strong enough, because, shit, he was strong?
No more time to think-his eyelids flashed open. Pitch-black eyes stared up at her. He bucked beneath her and nearly sent her right onto the floor.
“It’s okay!” She leaned down close. “Everything’s fine.” Liar, liar. She sealed her mouth to his.
His tongue thrust past her lips, and his hand clamped over her hip. His erection rose, long and thick, against her.
Zane. She called his name in her mind and wondered if he would hear her on the link they’d used before. Would the drug amp up his psychic power? Would it let him in—
An image flashed in her mind. Her. Him. On this same dirty floor. She was on top of him, and he was thrusting his thick c**k into her.
She gasped into his mouth right at the moment she felt his hand yank open the snap of her jeans.
“Jana!” Jude’s bellow.
Her head shot up. Zane stared at her, nostrils flaring, cheeks flushed. “It’s okay!” she yelled back. “I’m fine!”
But Zane was growling. His hands were on her jeans. Shoving them down and the damn cuffs were in the way and—
“I’m coming in!” Jude told her.
Zane’s head whipped toward the door. The bees buzzed in her head again, and the sexy image faded. A red haze seemed to cloak her vision. Her vision, or Zane’s?
“No, stay back!”
She grabbed Zane’s chin. “Stay with me,” she whispered to him and kissed him again. Stay with me. That psychic link between them was there, and Zane was using it. She just wasn’t sure the demon knew it.
Jana kicked out of her shoes and ditched her jeans. He ripped her panties, shredding them. His hand bit into her hip. Too hard. Too strong.
“Zane…”
He yanked down his zipper. His c**k sprang free. As wide as her wrist, head bulging, moisture already beading from that tip.
His c**k pushed into her, drove inside, and she shuddered against him.
No. Jana shook her head. Hadn’t happened yet. Just another vision, one coming from him, hadn’t—
He rolled her beneath him. The hard floor pressed into her back. He pushed her legs apart and positioned that c**k right at the entrance to her body. No foreplay. No caresses, no—
Flesh to flesh. She only had a second to process that fact, then Zane thrust into her, a long hard drive that had her crying out.
He blinked, and his eyes narrowed. “J-Jana …” His voice was hoarse, confused. A flash of green appeared near the edges of his irises. “What the f**k … am I do—”
Her legs locked around him. “Fucking me.” Now that the shock had worn off, her body was adjusting, fast. Her inner muscles clamped around him.
“S-sorry…” Sweat beaded his brows. “C-can’t… stop …”
“I don’t want you to.” She arched her hips against him. “I want you to move.”
The green bled away. Only black again. Such darkness in her lover’s eyes. Such hot darkness.
His c**k pulled out of her, a rough slide of flesh. The cuffs banged against the floor as he held her arms. Then he drove into her, again, again. Hard, plunging thrusts that had her moaning, gasping, and shoving up against him because the pleasure was so intense.
He bit her, right where her neck curved into her shoulder. A bite that didn’t break the flesh, but made her arch beneath him. More. His hips rocked against her, and he thrust into her, slamming all the way to her core.
His tongue licked the light wound he’d made. A moan rumbled in his throat. Hell, maybe in hers. Her flesh was so sensitive that every fierce stroke had her tensing. And wanting more.
His c**k swelled within her, thickening even more, and she started to come. Jana choked out his name as her climax hit and the flames burned through her.
Zane pumped into her. Her sex was slick and eager now. Withdraw. Thrust. The slap of their bodies filled the room, and the scent of sex surrounded her.
More.
She could have sworn he whispered the word, but his mouth was still on her neck. Licking, sucking.
His hips pistoned against her. Her sex squeezed him as the after-shocks of pleasure trembled inside her.
His hand jerked down, yanking those cuffs. Her shirt still gaped open. He yanked her bra up and his mouth closed around her right nipple.
Zane!
Her sex clamped around him.
His tongue traced the nipple, and then he started to suck. And to f**k.
Her eyes squeezed shut.