Chapter 22
Alec had the perfect plan. Kane wouldn’t be able to hide his little bitch away forever. She’d make a mistake sooner or later … and that’s when he’d nab her. It was time to go for Kane’s jugular.
Flush out his weakness.
This started out as Rosalee’s desire to get revenge. But now Alec took it personally. The last thing he needed was Rosalee running her mouth all over Italy at how a lowly vampire got the best of him, a primordial. His position in Italy wouldn’t be worth squat.
He glanced at himself in the mirror and adjusted the collar to his pristine white shirt, which accentuated the paleness, the dead chill his flesh had begun to take on. He needed to feed. Five days was far too long for him go without. Truth of it, he could go much longer but what was the point of abstaining?
Tonight, he’d drain another. Drink his fill. He’d make sure that little bitch had no choice but to arrest Kane, put him behind bars. They’d never hold him, not without causing himself a lot of attention by easily bending the bars or pulling them from brackets. Kane would have no choice but to comply with the law or risk exposing his brothers.
Step one: get Kane behind bars.
Step two: drain his little bitch.
By the time Alec was finished, Rosalee would be bragging about him all over Italy. She’d be proud to hang on his arm, to take him as a mate. He’d certainly get Mircea’s attention. They’d create the most powerful family in all of the world. No one would dare defy them.
Kane had become a liability by shunning Rosalee, and Alec was about to teach him some manners. After all, the primordials couldn’t have lowly vampires making them look bad without repercussions. Alec might allow Kane to walk away with his life, but his little bitch wouldn’t be so lucky.
Alec’s cell chirped. He picked it up from the tall dresser next to the mirror where he stood. Sliding the lock screen on his phone, he tapped the message icon that told him he had one unread message.
What’s the status?
Lord, that woman was impatient. Damn good thing more than five thousand miles separated them, or he’d wrap his fingers around her pretty little throat. Two days had passed since her last phone call. What the hell did she expect? Impatient bitch.
Curbing his anger, he figured it best to placate her. The last thing he need was her running to Step-Daddy. Besides, Mircea might not be happy to hear they schemed against Kane Tepes. After all, her defiance of Kane the last time had caused Rosalee her present predicament. He didn’t want her stepfather aiming his exasperation in his direction.
Kane will be set up on the morrow to take his fall.
And as soon as he finished up here, he’d put his plan into motion. His target ended his shift promptly at eleven. He’d follow him, and when the opportunity afforded him no witnesses, he’d drain him, stage the scene, then sit back and watch the show.
His phone chirped again. Alec gritted his teeth.
Don’t fuck this up, mocked him from the screen.
Oh for fuck’s sake, he thought, give him patience.
* * *
Cara’s heart beat so heavily in her chest, sending blood pounding through her ears, she thought maybe, she ought to worry about going into cardiac arrest. Staring at the back of the heavy steel door, Cara waited for Kane to enter. Time seemed at a standstill. What was taking him so long anyway? If he didn’t hurry it along, she might just follow through with her threat to get started without him. The ache between her legs was damn near unbearable.
She had walked from the clearing in the woods and headed for the hotel just down the road. It had taken her all of fifteen minutes to arrive, another ten to secure a room, and five to strip naked and crawl beneath the white, cotton sheets. She had left a key card for him with the concierge. By her estimation he should have been following her through the door.
He hadn’t changed his mind, had he? Please, please don’t let the answer to that question be yes. Her libido had hit a high note and nothing short of Kane crawling between her thighs and burying himself to the hilt would assuage that ache he had started moments ago. The man was like a walking, talking sex toy. One she couldn’t wait to unwrap and play with. Cara licked her lips, and ran her hands down the white sheet, pebbling her nipples that begged to be touched. Instead, she fisted the sheet at her sides and groaned her frustration. Hell, he knew exactly what he was doing, the rogue.
A half hour passed and the infuriating vampire had yet to make an appearance. If he wanted her hot enough to beg, then he had accomplished that in spades. Cara wasn’t above pleading for what she wanted … scratch that … needed. And damn if she didn’t need him right this second. Where the hell was that vampire, anyway? She had left him hard and wanting back in the woods. That part she wasn’t mistaken about. His erection lay proof, trapped between them as he leaned down and kissed her. And oh what a kiss it had been. One hot enough to melt hell.
Maybe he had decided to feed first. After all, Kane had made it clear that drinking from her again was out of the question. Quenching his thirst might help him keep those fangs to himself. Damn the donor society for taking away all her fun. Cara had a strong feeling that if Kane ever decided to latch onto her neck, she’d never allow him to use the society again, not if it felt anything like what she had experienced two nights back. From zero to orgasm in two-point-one seconds.
A shiver passed through her.
Cara shifted beneath the sheets. The ache between her thighs had become damn near intolerable. If fang boy stayed away much longer, she’d wrap the sheet around her and go find him, to hell with who saw. She had needs, damn it.
Cara groaned. She had it bad. Somewhere along the way she stopped caring what Kane was or what he became when they got all hot and heavy. Truth of it, his vamp boy look was kind of a turn-on, especially knowing she could be the reason for the change in him. Come to think about it, his morphing into vampire certainly had its benefits. She’d always know if he were angry, hungry or horny. A heavy sigh escaped her. Cara just wished he’d hurry it along because she was more than anxious to get to the hot and heavy part.
As if on cue, the key card sounded on the door handle and she found herself pulling the sheet to her chin. Where the hell had her bravado just gone off to? Now was not the time to second-guess jumping into the sack completely nude, regardless whether he favored his women a little less forward. No time to worry about who he preferred to be the aggressor, she thought as the door swung inwards. He could beat his chest caveman style for all she cared. At least she wasn’t going to have to go it alone. Cara never had been a fan of one-sided orgasms. No, she wanted a repeat performance of the kind Kane had given her two nights back.
The door closed and the most gorgeous man she had ever laid eyes on leaned against it. His thick black hair lay in wild disarray, one that begged her to run her fingers through. His brow remained pronounced, accentuating his high cheek bones and hollow cheeks. His eyes shined like twin obsidians. Cara knew without a doubt his full upper lip hid two razor sharp fangs … two fangs she wouldn’t mind sinking into her flesh again, even if it was against his nature to break his stupid rules. Shouldn’t that be her decision if she wanted to share her blood or not?
Maybe when they got back to Pleasant she’d have a talk with Suzi about joining the Please-Suck-my-Blood club. Although, the only one to be doing any sucking from her veins would be the magnificent vamp before her.
“You look as though you’re ready devour something.” Kane grinned wickedly. “Should I be scared?”
Cara ran her forefinger across her lower lip, then stuck the digit into her mouth and suckled it before slowly withdrawing it, earning her a groan from Kane as his smile left his face.
“You should be very scared, biker.”
“Jesus!” he blasphemed.
His deep voice smoothed over her like an aphrodisiac, causing the ache to grow between her thighs. She swore if he just stood there, whispering the naughty things he wanted to do to her, he wouldn’t even have to lay a single finger on her and she’d likely orgasm. Dear Lord, the man oozed sex.
Cara allowed the sheet covering her to slip just a bit, one of her nipples appearing just above the stitched hem. Kane drew in a sharp breath before stepping away from the door. His black gaze focused on her chest, then moved down the length of the sheet.
“Why don’t you toss that sheet aside, Mia Bella. You won’t be needing it.”
“I don’t know. I was a bit chilled.”
“And now?”
“Why don’t you come over here and find out?”
The animalistic growl that came from deep in his gut, sounded much the same as the one she had heard in the ladies’ room what seemed like eons ago and had frightened her into fleeing. This time, that growl called to her in a more carnal way, rooting her to the bed where she wished he’d hurry up and join her. He certainly seemed to enjoy torturing her.
Kane shrugged out of his motorcycle cut and easily tossed it atop the bedside chair in the corner, narrowly missing the floor lamp beside it. Next came the black, long-sleeved tee he wore beneath the vest. Cara’s gaze fell upon his chest and abs. Her fingers itched to walk up the contours and run her palms across the plains. The man didn’t have an ounce of fat on him. No, he had a body like one of those Greek statues except with a slight dusting of dark hair, making the silver chain around his neck stand out in contrast against his dark skin.
Her eyes followed his muscular abs to his oblique, resting just above the waistband of his low slung jeans, arrowing straight for his groin. But it was the bulge that rested beneath the rough material that had her mouth watering. Cara wanted to please him as he did her two nights ago.
Just as he released the button and reached for the zipper, Cara dropped her hold on the sheet, and crawled toward him on all fours atop the mattress. His actions stilled as he watched her advance. Stopping at the edge of the bed, she sat back on her calves. His fathomless black eyes locked with hers. Cara tucked her tongue at the corner of her lips as she reached for his fly and moved his hand.
She ran her palm over the jean material, feeling the hard length of him beneath, earning her another growl. Cara’s tongue ran the length of her lower lip again as she gripped the tiny zipper and carefully lowered it over his erection. He wore white boxer briefs beneath. Hooking her thumbs in the band of his jeans, she pushed them from his hips, allowing them to fall and pool at his knees. The boxer briefs barely contained his large erection.
“Cara,” he whispered, his voice husky with desire.
Cara pulled the wide band down on his boxers, the steel length of him springing free. Cara wrapped a hand around his width, marveling at his size. Had she not already had carnal knowledge of him, she might wonder how he could possibly fit. But he did … perfectly. As she began moving her hand slowly up and down his length, Kane watched her with avid interest. He looked about a half second from tossing her onto her back. She’d be damned if she’d allow him to deny her the pleasure.
Kane had tasted her. Now it was her turn. Leaning forward, her tongue darted out and captured the drop of pre-cum that had gathered on the tip, hearing his answering hiss just before she wrapped her lips around the head and took him as fully into her mouth as possible, gently sucking him. Withdrawing, she used her tongue to licked a path up the thick vein on the underside from balls to the tip, before taking him back into her mouth again.
Kane’s thighs tightened as he mumbled something sounding like blasphemy. His ass muscles tightened against her palms. Gripping the hair at her nape, he pulled her away.
“Jesus, Mia Bella. You’ll end this before we’ve even begun.”
“Oh, I am far from being done.”
Cara grinned. Grabbing the band of his boxer briefs that still stretched beneath his ass, she slid them the rest of the way off to gather with his jeans at his ankles. “Now why don’t you get naked and join me in this bed like a good vampire?”
His black eyes gleamed and he winked at her. “Mia Bella, you have me all wrong. There is nothing good about the thoughts running through my mind or what I plan to do with you.”
She raised one brow as she slid back up the bed. “I certainly hope not.”