“I’m not done with your turn yet,” he said, turning her so that her back was against the wall instead of his, his cock sliding between her legs, his hands covering her breasts. “Not even close.” He lifted her and pushed inside her, filling her, stretching her.
“Something tells me I might need those fur lined cuffs to have my way with you,” she panted, wrapping her arms around him.
He thrust hard. “Believe me. You are having your way with me. It doesn’t get any better than me inside you.”
“You just wait,” she said. “Give me those cuffs and you’ll find out.”
“You’ll have to get them on me,” he said.
She bit his ear lobe. “I’m up for the challenge.”
“So am I,” he promised, scraping his teeth over her lip, nipping it and licking off the blood before kissing her. Wildness erupted in him, and he exploded into hard, thrusting pumps of his cock into her, hard and fast.
“More,” she demanded, the wolf in her rising to the challenge of the wolf in him, the vampire, the animal, the man. She wanted everything he was, everything he might be. There was no fear of him, of the virus. Only fear of losing him to it. “More.”
He shoved aside the shower curtain and stepped out of the tub, water pouring off of them both. He turned her to face a marble sink, her reflection in a mirror, her breasts thrusting forward with Troy burying himself back inside her from behind. She braced herself on the counter as he thrust into her. She moaned with the pleasure, tilting her head backwards, her eyes shutting with the pure white heat of his cock stretching her. He wrapped his hand around her, squeezing her breasts roughly, and oh God, it was good. So very good.
“Open your eyes,” he demanded.
Cassie did as he ordered, to find his hot gaze devouring her in the mirror, his silver eyes flecked with yellow. He was the wolf now, raging with hunger, and she could see the intent on his face. He meant to devour her.
It was the last thought she had before he sunk his teeth into her shoulder.
Chapter Twelve
Cassie came with a wave of pleasure like nothing she had ever experienced, so intense that her vision blurred and her knees buckled. Suddenly, Troy was thrusting his wrist to her mouth and she was drinking, and Lord help her, she felt her body clench around his shaft in yet another release. She lost time, lost everything but the taste of him, the feel of him, the pleasure of him, she didn’t know for how long. They were on the bathroom floor, and she was sprawled on top of Troy, her hand on his chest, before she really came back to reality. She couldn’t move. She was just that bone tired.
“Oh hell,” Troy muttered. “My brothers are here.”
Adrenaline replaced exhaustion and Cassie sat up. “What? What are they doing here?”
“Marcus must have told them where I was,” he said, helping her to his feet and reaching for his jeans. “I haven’t exactly been excelling at communication with them these days. This isn’t going to be a delicate conversation. Count on it taking a while.” He zipped his pants, that were clearly still wet, and pulled her close. “Marcus said there are clothes that should work for you in the closet. And no, I have no idea who they belong to. No telling with him.” He kissed her. “I’ll be right back. Okay. Not right back. Don’t worry if you hear yelling.” He headed out of the bathroom and she didn’t move, standing completely still as she heard the bedroom door shut.
The stunned realization that Evan and Aiden were here began to shift to panic. She trusted Troy to give Nico the benefit of the doubt, but not his brothers, and she even understood why. They wanted to save their brother, they wanted to avenge him. She’d feel the same way.
Cassie didn’t know what to do and for several moments she contemplated her options, and none of her choices were good. Nico was her brother. She had to give him a chance to survive. Before she could talk herself out of it, Cassie grabbed her wet clothes and got dressed, and then rushed into the bedroom, barely registering the splendor of the massive four-post bed that set on top of a pedestal. Instead, she hurried to a small desk in the corner and looked for a pen and paper, shoving strands of wet hair from her face and scribbling a short note.
Nico has the necklace. I’m going to get it. I’ll call you when I know where I‘m meeting him. Please come but don’t bring your brothers. I beg you, don’t bring them. I’m afraid they’ll kill Nico, and I love him, Troy. I love him and I love you. I have to try to save you both.
Cassie tore the paper from the pad, rushed to the bed and set it in the center of the champagne colored comforter. Rain splattered on the windows, the sound and scent outside the open door wickedly clear, and promising a long, hard run in the mountains. But now was the right time to do this, if she was going to. She could hear Troy and his brothers arguing in the other room, and this was her best chance to escape without being heard. It wasn’t much of a chance, really, not with the exceptional hearing of not one, but three vampires, but they were distracted, and if she shifted, she’d be fast. Troy would follow. She just had to hope that he would read the note first. She rushed to the patio and stopped dead in her tracks to find Troy standing there under the overhang, his hair slicked back from his face, still wet from the shower.
“Troy,” she gasped.
He didn’t say anything but she could read between the lines. “I’m not betraying you. I’m not.”
“I didn’t say you were.”
“You’re thinking it.”
“No,” he said. “I’m just trying to digest you leaving without saying goodbye.”
“I didn’t.”
“You were about to.”
“I left a note explaining -”
“Right. Dear John becomes Dear Troy.”