He stared at her with eyes a stormy emerald. His pupils were expanding, his lust rising to match her own.
"I need you." Maya held his gaze, needing him to understand. It wasn't just his blood, it was him.
His head lowered. His lips swept over hers. Too light. Too fast. A protest rose in her throat, but Adam just shook his head.
She tried to break free of his hold, to grab him and force him back-but his strength was greater than hers.
"Relax, baby. I'll take care of you." His words were said against her neck. His breath tickled her skin. His lips feathered over her, and then she felt the wet lick of his tongue right over her pulse point.
Her hips arched. Yes. That was good, that was-
His teeth closed over her flesh. Bit down. A bolt of sexual heat spiraled straight from her neck to her sex as a choked moan eased past her lips.
"You're not the only one who likes to bite," he grated and then he was moving down her body.
Kissing her flesh. Licking her. All the while keeping her hands pinned on either side of her head.
His breath fanned over her breast, making the sensitive nipple tighten even more. His lips closed over the pink tip. His tongue lashed her, then he bit her flesh.
"Adam!"
Not too hard, not hard enough to pierce the skin. The bite was just fierce enough to send pleasure ripping through her.
And to make the hunger burn even more.
His mouth widened and he took her breast into his mouth. Sucking strongly, pulling at the nipple with tongue and teeth.
Maya's head pushed back against the pillow. Her legs shifted restlessly against the bed. She could smell her own arousal, could feel the quiver of her sex.
He turned his attention to the other breast. Laved the nipple. Drew it deep into his mouth. She arched into him, clenching her thighs tight in a vain effort to ease the throbbing need.
"I love the way you taste," he muttered against her breast. "Sweet. Hot. Like you're mine."
His head slid down. His teeth grazed her stomach. His tongue swirled over her belly button.
Then her hands were free.
He touched her, spreading her thighs wide and lowering his head between them. "The taste is even better here," he said, the words full of a dark lust.
His fingers parted her folds, spread the cream over her flesh. Then he drove two fingers into her, thrusting them knuckles-deep into her straining opening.
His mouth pressed against her clit. Kissed. His lips parted, closed over the bud, and sucked, hard, harder .
His fingers pulled back, only to plunge inside again. Maya's breath caught in her throat. Her fingers dug into the mattress, claws scratching, cutting.
Adam withdrew his fingers. Licked her clit, pressed the edge of his teeth against her-
"Yes!" She hissed out the word, feeling the promise of pleasure tighten her body.
His tongue pushed against the opening of her body. Then thrust inside. Warm. Wet.
Tasting her.
Devouring her.
Maya came on a long, hard wave of release. Her hips bucked against him, but Adam grabbed her, chaining her in place with an iron-hard grip.
And he tasted. He drove his tongue into her again and again and lapped up her cream as she shuddered and moaned beneath him.
When the climax ended, she went limp, every muscle loosening as she lay sprawled beneath him.
Adam's hands slowly eased their fierce hold. His head lifted and his mouth glistened from her sensual moisture.
Maya lifted her hands, reaching for the snap of his jeans.
"No." He caught her fingers, held them tight. "That was for you."
She shook her head. She'd never been the type to take her pleasure while another needed.
Adam needed. She could see the desire on his face. Feel it in the long bulge pressing against her.
But he was pulling away from her. Rising from the bed. Clenching his hands and gazing at her with eyes that held secrets.
She didn't like secrets.
If she weren't suddenly feeling so damn tired, she'd find out just what was happening behind those spooky eyes of his.
"Rest, Maya." His lips quirked the faintest bit. "When your strength is back, I'll have my turn."
His turn. She liked the sound of that.
A knock rapped at the door. A male voice called, "The girl's awake."
The girl. Cammie.
Adam drew the sheets over her. Pressed a kiss to her lips. "Rest." He stalked to the door.
Maya closed her eyes.
"You…worried me."
Her eyes squinted open at that.
"I thought you were going to die, before I could get those bastards off you." A muscle flexed along his jaw. "And I thought that I was going to f**king kill them all."
She didn't know what to say.
His gaze held hers. "Don't risk yourself like that again." An order.
Then he was gone-
Leaving her with the memory of a selfless pleasure and with the strength of his blood spreading through her body.
The second time she awoke, Maya's senses were sharp and focused-and she realized that she wasn't in their dump of a motel.
The room was big. With white walls and windows covered by thick shutters. She was lying in a brass bed, and a leather chair sat to her right.
Where the hell was she? Her clothes were at the foot of the bed. Not the clothes she'd worn earlier, because those babies were probably ripped to shreds, but clothes she'd left in her bag, back at the motel.
She rose slowly. There was no sign of Adam. Probably with the girl. She'd better go find them, make certain Cammie was all right-and figure out exactly where she was.
Maya pulled on the cotton panties and the plain white bra. Jerked on her jeans-
And caught the scent of a wolf.
She spun around.
He pushed open the door.
Dark hair, blue eyes. She didn't even need to glance at his ear to recognize the ass**le who'd tried to kill her.
"What the f**k are you doing here?" she snarled, raising her hands, claws at the ready.
His gaze met hers. One black brow lifted. "I'm not here to hurt you, vampire."
"Yeah, well, I can't make you the same promise." She remembered the jerk's claws raking across her back. "You didn't answer my question."
What could have been a smile curved his lips. "This is my house. One of them, anyway."
She was in the wolf's house? Why hadn't Adam thought to mention that important little fact to her? Maya yanked up the zipper of her jeans, snapped the button closed, and reached for her T-shirt.
"Don't dress on my account," he murmured and his gaze dipped down to her chest. "I find the view rather enjoyable."
Oh, she just bet he did. Maya wrenched the shirt over her head-then slammed him back against the wall. "Tell me why I shouldn't kill you right now." She didn't have any warm, fuzzy memories of this guy. No, he was just a pain in the ass.