Enemy Mine (12 page)

made the mistake of killing a shifter-

human couple. Once word of his madness

reached your pack, your father dispatched

Miguel and some others to hunt him down.

Miguel was the one who actually killed

him though.”

Her grip on him tightened and he

tensed. “Were you there when it

happened?”

“No.” He’d been in Europe at the time.

Even though he’d been angry at his

brother’s death, now he was glad he

hadn’t been nearby directly in the

aftermath. If he had been, things between

him and Melina might be very different. If

he’d hurt or killed one of her brothers. . . .

He fought off a shudder, thankful that had

never happened.

She rubbed her cheek against the back

of his shoulder. “What do you think of my

pack’s actions?”

“They were justified.” Saying the

words aloud was hard, yet they set

something free inside him. His parents had

been so angry, sending soldiers out to hunt

down any members of the Rodriguez pack.

They’d been convinced Corey could have

been rehabilitated, that they could have

saved him. But Kiernan knew the truth.

His brother had crossed a very distinctive

line. Killing because of his own pride and

ultimately, Kiernan thought his brother had

gone a little mad.

Things had been bloody for a couple

years until finally they’d come to a shaky

truce. Then the Rodriguez pack had moved

down south and other than keeping tabs on

them for a few decades, his coven had

never crossed paths with Melina’s pack

again. Not intentionally. Decades had

turned into a century and Kiernan had

never really thought about the Rodriguez

pack. Not until a curvy, sensual shifter had

taken over all his waking thoughts.

“Did you ever kill anyone in my pack?”

she asked so quietly he almost didn’t hear

her above the water.

“Yes. It was in self-defense, but . . .

yes.” After a while, both sides had gone

after the other with no remorse, killing

anyone they could and Kiernan had been

forced to defend himself. And he didn’t

regret it. He automatically tensed, waiting

for her rejection.

When he felt her soft lips begin to

feather kisses along his spine, his hips

jerked in response. His cock, rock hard

from the moment he heard that bathroom

door open, ached to feel her sweet sheath

tighten around him. It had been too damn

long and he was tired of waiting. Tired of

being alone.

He pressed his palms against the wall

in front of him. His fingers clenched but

there was no give to the expensive marble.

Slowly, she continued her onslaught of

feather light kisses. His body thrummed

with pent up energy. Right now he didn’t

want slow and sensual.

He swiveled, grabbing her hips and

pushing her up against the tile wall in a

few short movements. She let out a yelp as

her back touched the tile, but didn’t

protest.

Instantly she wrapped her legs around

him and arched her back against the cool,

slick surface as she molded her body to

his. He slid one of his hands up her ribs

until he cupped a breast. Her eyes

brightened with undisguised lust.

It felt like he’d been waiting forever to

see and tease her light brown nipples

again. When her lips parted, as if she

planned to say something, he crushed his

mouth over hers. The need to touch, to

taste her, was damn near overwhelming.

Her tongue flicked against his as her legs

tightened around him, tugging him closer.

His cock rested against her abdomen

and even that was too much distance. He

needed to be inside her. Reaching

between them, he slid a finger, then two

inside her, testing her slickness. Damn,

she was tight.

He could feel each small ripple of

movement as she clenched around him. As

he began moving his fingers in and out of

her in slow, measured movements, her

tongue danced against his frantically. The

energy pulsing off her was almost

palpable. She was incredibly wet, but he

wanted to work her up more.

She had other plans. Holding on to his

shoulders, she lifted up against the wall

before sliding down, impaling herself on

him.

As her inner walls tightened and

molded around his cock, he drew back.

Taking uneven breaths, he stared at her,

drinking in the sight of her. Her eyes were

closed, her slightly swollen lips parted, an

expression of pure bliss on her face.

He pulled out then thrust back into her

in a hard, dominating movement. Her eyes

widened as she let out a small gasp.

“I’ve been waiting a year to feel you

again,” she finally whispered.

Me too.
But he couldn’t find the words.

Her dark hair was slicked back from her

face, not completely wet, just damp from

being splashed by the shower jets.

Droplets of water covered her neck and

chest. They drained down her body,

creating erotic little rivers around her

nipples.

He wanted to kiss and lick every inch

of her but didn’t know where to start.

Unable to control himself, he dipped his

head to one of her breasts. Her nipple

pebbled to a rock hard point as he drew it

between his teeth.

Moaning, she arched her back, giving

him better access. He growled against her

breast, earning another pleasured gasp.

When he tugged on the sensitive flesh, her

inner walls clenched around his cock. He

repeated the action on her other breast and

got the same reaction. Each time he licked

and teased her, she pulsed around him.

He rolled his hips, sinking deeper

inside her tight body.

“Don’t torture me,” she murmured.

He’d planned to drag out their first time

since last year together, but they had all

night and if he had any say, this sure as

hell wouldn’t be their last night. He

wasn’t letting her go again. She should

realize that by now.

When she dug her fingers into his

shoulders, he reached between their

bodies and rubbed his finger over her clit.

The small nub was swollen, sensitive. As

he gently flicked it, her entire body jerked

against him.

He knew it wouldn’t take her long to

come. With each stroke over her clit, she

moved, rubbing her breasts against his

chest until her inner walls started

convulsing around him. They clenched,

milking him tighter and tighter until she

moaned. The sound was loud and

uninhibited, echoing off the tiled walls of

the shower.

As her climax rocked through her, she

grasped the back of his head and pulled

him against her neck. “Taste me,” she

demanded.

Those two words held so much power

over him. For a fraction of a moment he

wanted to stop, to ask if she was sure, but

his most primal side took over. He was

touched she was allowing him this

privilege, and turned on she was being so

damn demanding about it. She’d given him

permission and there was no turning back

now. For either of them.

He released his fangs, raking them over

the soft column of her neck as he

continued moving inside her. Sinking his

teeth into her vein, he lost control and his

orgasm tore through him. Years of

practice guaranteed the bite wouldn’t hurt

her, instead increasing her own pleasure.

Her heightened moans and inner walls

tightening even more around him to let him

know it did.

The taste of her sweet blood on his

tongue combined with the feel of her tight

sheath around him was a powerful

combination.

Too powerful.

As he drank, he released himself inside

her in long, hot strokes. Her legs and arms

tightened around him, drawing him close

as his climax crested and fell. It seemed to

go on forever until he finally had to force

himself to stop blindly thrusting into her.

Burying his face against her neck, he

gently nuzzled where he’d bitten her,

closing the small puncture wounds with

his tongue. He’d imagined it would take

some convincing for her to allow him to

drink from her. That she’d given this to

him so freely touched him in ways words

couldn’t describe.

He wasn’t sure how much time passed,

how long he kept her pressed up against

the tiled wall. He wanted to stay buried

inside her, to feel those warm arms around

him forever. When the water turned tepid,

he blindly reached out and turned the knob

off.

Her grip on him didn’t lessen as he

strode from the bathroom to the connected

bedroom. If anything, it grew tighter. That

honeysuckle scent of hers was strong,

emanating off her in potent waves as he

laid her on the bed, covering her luscious

body with his once again.

He was so thankful she wasn’t in heat

and he didn’t have to worry about

condoms. Since neither of their species

could get diseases and she wasn’t

ovulating, he savored the feel of sliding

his cock inside her with no barrier. And

this was just the first time of many he

planned to take her tonight.

* * *

next morning. She wasn’t sure how long

ago Kiernan had left her alone in bed, but

she smelled coffee and her stomach was

rumbling. Wearing one of his T-shirts that

came down to her knees, she felt covered

enough if his brother was there. She hadn’t

heard Ronan come back, though she’d

been pretty distracted so she wasn’t sure.

As a shifter she wasn’t that concerned

about nudity, but she really didn’t want his

brother seeing her in the buff. Something

told her Kiernan wouldn’t like it either.

When she stepped into the kitchen

bright with natural light streaming in, she

jerked to a halt. Kiernan leaned against the

counter, coffee cup in hand,
shirtless
. It didn’t matter that they’d made love many,

many
times the night before or that she’d seen every inch of his sexy physique. Her

body flared to life at the sight of him. Her

breasts grew heavy, her nipples tightened,

and that ache between her legs grew

almost unbearable. Heat and need made

her clench her thighs together. She stared

at the expanse of all that muscle, her eyes

trailing down his chest, following the faint

trail of hair that led straight to . . .

“Keep looking at me like that and you

won’t get breakfast.” His deep voice sent

a thrill rolling through her.

Feeling her face heat up, she met his

gaze as she stepped into the room. The tile

was cool against her feet, but it did

nothing to ease the heat engulfing her. Her

lower abdomen tightened with unbearable

need. Who wanted breakfast anyway?

Before she could blink, he’d crossed the

distance between them and lifted her up,

forcing her to wrap her legs around his

waist.

Since she wasn’t wearing anything

under the shirt, when she spread her thighs

around him her clit rubbed against the

front of his jeans. The friction against the

rougher material made her moan into his

mouth as he dominated her with his.

This morning his kisses were slow,

sensual, unlike the fast and frantic ones

last night. Eventually, she pulled back, a

lazy smile on her lips. “You taste like

coffee. I didn’t think vampires needed

anything other than blood.”

“Sweetheart, no one
needs
coffee, I just like the taste. Almost as much as I like the

way you taste.”

It didn’t matter how intimate they’d

been, his words made her cheeks heat up.

She peered over his shoulder, sighing in

happiness at the sight of the full pot on the

counter. Looking back up at him, she

grinned. “Are we alone?” A quickie

before breakfast—even before coffee—

sounded perfect.

His eyes seemed to get even darker as

he nodded. But the moment his lips

touched hers, the side door to the kitchen

flung open. Kiernan immediately set her

on her feet and tried to block her body

with his, but she held on to his waist and

peered around him.

Ronan strode in with the redheaded

vampire she’d seen at that restaurant with

Kiernan. Remembering the way the

woman had touched Kiernan’s chest made

Melina’s claws come out.

Letting out a sharp hiss, Kiernan

encircled her wrists and gently lifted them

off his hips. Maybe she should be

embarrassed by her reaction but she didn’t

care. She was making a claim on Kiernan

as much as he’d made it clear he was

making one on her. “Sorry.” At least she