Chapter Sixteen
Sanity was gone. There was only desire. Desire for blood. Desire for her body. Desire to take and take and take.
He’d ripped her clothes away. But she’d…helped him. She’d shoved out of her jeans. Kicked away her shoes and reached for him with her soft hands that slid like silk over his skin.
His fangs were hard and aching, as aching as the dick that wanted to sink into her.
She was in his hands, his to claim but…
Jane.
Again, the name whispered through the chaos of his mind.
Apples and lavender. Laughter and soft smiles.
His hands curled around her hips. He knew the grip was too rough, that he had to be bruising her, but he couldn’t stop. Her back was against the wall, her legs were locked around his hips, and he was about to drive into her.
He’d take her body and her blood.
He’d take—
“Jane?” Her name tore from him and he held back. Sweat beaded his brow. His muscles trembled, but Aidan didn’t move. Not so much as an inch. He held himself still and clawed to find the man he’d been.
The man worthy of her.
Why was she doing this? Why was she letting him touch her? Why was she kissing his jaw so softly, as if…
As if he were still the man she loved.
He wasn’t. She knew he was a monster. He was so far gone—
“That’s right,” her soft whisper came to him. “I’m your Jane. And you’re my Aidan and nothing or no one will ever come between us.” Her head eased back and she gazed into his eyes. “Stronger together, remember? Strong enough to fight whatever is happening inside of you. Strong enough to find our way through the dark, as long as we’re together.”
“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 fucking 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 fucking 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-fucking…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.
Run? And leave Paris?
Not an option.
“Run!” Garrison yelled at the same time. He kicked Vincent in the stomach. Clawed at him. “I’ll hold him off—”
Vincent grabbed Garrison and sank his fangs into the young wolf’s throat.
“Go,” Lena whispered.
“You can’t help me,” Annette said.
Lena shook her head.
Garrison shoved Vincent back, but the vamp charged again.
“I know what you are.” Annette backed away from Lena. “I know!”
Sadness flashed on Lena’s face. “Then you know why you need to run.”
No, she knew why she had to get to Paris, fast. “I wish you could be on my side,” she said.
Lena’s eyes gleamed. “So do I.”
Annette glanced at Garrison once more. He was driving his fists into Vincent, again and again, but Vincent wasn’t going down.
It took one hell of a lot to make a vamp like Vincent go down.
She turned and ran—not out of the building, but to Paris. She raced into the back room. He was on his feet, straining against the remaining chains that held him. Still inside her circle. She grabbed her bag, scooped up a chunk of her scrying mirror and—
“Voodoo queen!”
She looked back. Vincent was in the doorway. There was no sign of Garrison or of Lena. Vincent had blood dripping down his chin. He was blocking the only way out of that room.
There was only one place for her to go.
Annette leapt across the line of dirt. She threw her body right at Paris. His arms locked around her and held her tight.
Snarling, Vincent came after her. He tried to jump over that line and come at her, but he slammed into the invisible wall created by her magic.
He fell back on the floor, bellowing his rage.
“Sorry, asshole,” Annette panted, “but the dead can’t cross my line.”
His eyes promised pain as he rose to his feet. He stared at her with fury in his eyes and then…
He laughed.
A chill skated down her spine.
“I can’t cross and neither can he.” Vincent pointed at Paris. A Paris who held her locked in his arms. “How long do you think it will be before he loses his sanity again and goes right for your throat?”
Like she hadn’t already had the same fear.
“I was the one who ordered his poisoning. That’s what it is, you see. A poison. Jane’s blood…Aidan was a fool to give her his blood before her change. It just made the vamp power in her even stronger. So strong that now her blood can transform anyone, even a werewolf.”
“You were the one watching Jane, all along.”
He shrugged. “I hired a dumbass human to keep an eye on her…then to see how she was developing. I also used him to administer the poison to Paris there. After all, I needed a good test subject.”
Paris’s hold tightened on Annette.
“Paris has certainly proven that this little experiment is successful. Jane’s poison can transform werewolves.” He stepped closer to the line of dirt, but didn’t cross it. “Do you know what that means?”
She did. “The end…of the werewolves.” She clearly saw what he wanted, what he’d been aiming for all along.
Vincent nodded. “They’ll become vampires. Werewolves will cease to exist. The fucking beasts that destroyed my family…werewolves…they’ll be gone. Wiped from the earth never to appear again.”
She felt the hot stir of Paris’s breath along her neck.
“Unless you were born to be a vampire,” Vincent murmured. “You have very little control. Paris was fucked from the word go. A lost soul, ready to turn the streets red with blood. Soon, I’ll have an army just like him. Werewolf power and vamp bloodlust. We’re going to change the world. Humans will live in fear and finally, finally, it will be the hour of the vampire. We’ll dominate the way nature always intended.”
It wasn’t nature. It was his screwed up plan.
“It’s not going to happen,” she whispered even as Paris’s teeth raked over her throat. “Help will come. Jane and Aidan will stop—”
“I saw Aidan, right before I came here tonight. He’s the best part of this little plan, you see. He showed me what happens to an alpha. His beast is too strong to die during the transformation into a vamp…so the vamp and the beast fight inside of him, and from what I saw, that fight was ripping away the last of his humanity.” He smiled at her. “Newly turned vamps often feed on those closest to them. Family members. Friends. Lovers. I saw Aidan. He was on the edge. And Jane, lovesick fool that she is…she ran after him.” Vincent’s head tilted as he studied Annette. “He’ll try to make a meal of her, and Jane…well, she’ll have no choice but to fight back. She’ll kill him.” He turned away. “Just as Paris is about to kill you.”
She tried to slip from Paris’s hold, but he just held her tighter. “What if Aidan kills Jane? Aren’t you worried about that? Then you’ll lose your precious poison! This will all be over and—”
“I have Paris now. He has Jane’s blood mutation. He’ll spread the poison. I’ll give it to his whole pack. They will fall.” He kept walking. “I hope it doesn’t hurt you too much when he bites.”
She felt the prick of pain as Paris’s mouth opened wider on her.
Vincent paused at the door and looked back at her. His lips twisted. “Oh, who am I fucking kidding? I hope it hurts like a bitch, voodoo queen. I hope your last moments are agony and hell.”
Then he left her.
She shoved her hand down into her bag, her hand fisting over the wooden stake inside. She didn’t want to do this. Not to Paris. “Don’t,” she whispered.
Don’t make me end you. Please, don’t. Not to you. Not—
But his teeth slid away from her skin. Once more, she felt the hot stir of his breath against her neck. “Not to you,” he whispered, as if echoing her thoughts.
And he spun her in his arms so that she faced him. Annette stared up at Paris and she saw his clear gaze. Not filled with bloodlust, just…Paris.
“Had to make it…look good,” he muttered.
He had, definitely.
“I’m me.” He swallowed. “Don’t know how long it will last…but I’m me.”
Yes, yes!
“So, love, let’s think fast,” Paris said. “And figure a way out of this fucking nightmare.”