CHAPTER THIRTY
Tia’s hand flew to her neck as she stared at Caine in panic and confusion. There were no puncture wounds on her neck. Her skin was smooth and unbroken, and there was no blood on her.
“Caine,” she rasped. “Caine!”
Caine hugged her and kissed her through her tears. “Caine, it’s you. It really is you!” she sobbed, clinging to him. His body felt so solid and warm against her. She was in his arms, and she could feel her heart beating powerfully in time to his. She was alive! She was alive and in his arms, in his bed. She wasn’t lying in a dark, cold alley, being drained by a bloodthirsty vampire…
“Sarah!” Tia gasped. “Sarah! Where is she?” She tried to get out of bed, but Caine stopped her.
“Sarah is fine,” Caine assured her. “Right now, she is downstairs in the kitchen with my mom.” He smiled. “Her Nana is making sure she goes to bed with a full tummy.”
Tia stared at him, shaking her head slowly. “Quillan...” She gulped. “Quillan was going to drain her. He killed all those homeless people, and he was going to kill Sarah. He wanted to live for another five hundred years...”
Caine made a derisive sound. “If you’ve lived and loved well, you wouldn’t be afraid of death. Quillan was a monster and a coward. He killed all those defenseless people and drained them to try to prolong his pathetic life.”
“Too bad I missed his heart,” Tia snapped. “I only shot him in the leg.”
Caine narrowed his eyes at her. “Do you carry silver bullets in your gun all the time?”
“Yup. Standard issue,” she replied with a shrug. “My boss is a werewolf.”
She turned back to him and grabbed his t-shirt. “Tell me you killed Quillan. The bastard hurt Sarah.”
“Yes. He’s dead. So are his minions.”
Tia fell silent and leaned her cheek on his shoulder. “I thought I’d never see you and Sarah again,” she said at last. “I...I can’t believe I’m alive. I saw you,” she said softly. “I saw you just before I closed my eyes. I was waiting for you. I knew you’d come. I was so afraid I wouldn’t get to see you before...”
Caine captured her face in both his hands and silenced her with a kiss. Pressing his forehead to hers, he kissed her again and whispered, “I won’t lose you, Tia. I love you.”
“I love you too, Caine,” she said. “I want to be with you.”
She wanted him to know how she felt about him, about them. She didn’t want to hold back and play any games with him. She was so sure of her feelings for him, and she wanted to show him just how much she wanted him.
Impatiently, she reached out and grabbed Caine. As he wrapped his arms around her, Tia was suddenly aware that she was wearing nothing but a big t-shirt. Caine had cleaned all the blood and gore off her and dressed her in one of his t-shirts. She breathed in his clean, masculine scent and let out a growl.
Tia’s eyes rounded at the sound. Did that come from her?
She felt something stirring in her and gasped at the heat spiraling through her body. Another growl rumbled out of her, and Tia frowned.
That growl didn’t come from her stomach. Yes, she was feeling hungry, but she didn’t want food. She wanted...Caine.
Tia trembled as the ferocious hunger coursed through her body. Every cell, every nerve, every fiber of her being craved and hungered for Caine. She was almost mad with desire for him.
“What...” What was happening to her?
But she couldn’t think straight. Not when her newly awakened lust was driving her out of her mind.
Tia tore the t-shirt right off Caine’s body. She pushed him onto his back and straddled him.
“Tia,” Caine panted, staring at her as she pulled his sweatpants down his hips to free his throbbing erection. His huge, hard cock sprang free and Tia positioned her aching pussy just above his rigid cock.
Pressing her palms against his chest, she lowered herself onto his cock, her walls stretching and rippling as she took him into her body.
She impaled herself fully on him, shuddering in ecstasy as their bodies joined.
“Mate,” she whispered, staring deep into his eyes. “My mate.”