Cain's Identity(23)

“Bite me,” she whispered her consent. “Drink my blood.”
A deep growl came from his chest, a sound more like that of a beast than that of a man. His vampire side was breaking through now. For a moment, he lifted his head and stared at her. His eyes glowed red and his fangs were fully extended. Long and sharp. Deadly. He’d never looked more regal than now.
A thrill shot through her body. The most powerful vampire near and far loved her and wanted to make her his.
“You’re everything to me,” Cain said and lowered his lips to her pulse.
His fangs pierced her skin, sending a bolt of adrenaline through her body. As he lodged them deep in her neck and drew on the vein, she shuddered, unprepared for the sensations that overtook her body.
Cain’s hips moved relentlessly, his cock filling her tight channel and stretching her, his pelvis rubbing against her clit with each thrust. Those actions alone would bring her to a monumental climax, but feeling his fangs in her neck made everything even more electrifying. Her entire body seemed to burn, the flames inside her threatening to incinerate her, yet she couldn’t stop, didn’t have the will to douse the fire inside her.
She felt Cain’s power in her. She sensed him wanting to share himself with her, to prove his love to her. They moved in synch as if they’d made love for centuries when they’d only been lovers for a few short weeks. Everything was new, yet familiar. The scent of Cain’s clean sweat filled her nostrils and made her womb clench. She’d never wanted a man as much as she wanted Cain. Never dared hope that she would find such happiness after all she’d endured.
“I love you,” she murmured.
The words seemed to spur him on, because his movements became more frantic, faster and harder, as he pounded into her with such force that had she still been human, he would have killed her. But her vampire body greeted his ferocity with a wildness of its own.
Her fingers turned to claws, drawing blood where they were digging into his flesh. The scent filled the room and combined with the smell of her own blood. Mingling with the perfume of their lovemaking, it was a powerful aphrodisiac that she couldn’t fight against any longer. Her body exploded, waves of pleasure rolling over her, when she felt Cain’s cock spasm inside her.
He pulled his fangs from her neck and groaned as he came, shooting his seed into her. “Fuck!”
Again and again, he drove his steel-hard cock into her, until he finally stilled and brought his lips back to her neck. She felt his tongue lick over the spot where he’d drawn blood. The tenderness with which he kissed her skin now seemed to be contrary to the wild man who’d made love to her only moments earlier.
Cain lifted his head and looked into her eyes. The golden brown color was back in his irises. “I love you, Faye. Don’t make me wait much longer.”
Tears shot into her eyes. She didn’t want to wait any longer either. She knew now that they were both ready, ready to blood-bond with each other. She was ready to bind herself to the only man who could ever make her happy and wipe away the painful memories of her past. The only vampire she could ever entrust her heart to.
Faye parted her lips, ready to give him her decision, when a ping from the bedside table interrupted her.
Cain turned his head and glanced at his cell phone. A scowl crossed his handsome face almost instantly, before he pulled out of her and sat up. He grabbed the cell phone and swiped his finger over it.
“Fuck!” he hissed a moment later.
On alert, she rose. “What’s wrong?”
He cast her a sideways glance. “I have to deal with this.” He jumped up and reached for his clothes, all business now. The passionate lover from moments earlier was gone, replaced by the man who was married to duty.
Her heart pounding now, Faye watched him get dressed in a hurry. “Tell me what’s wrong.”
When he looked at her, she flinched at the savage look in his eyes. “Someone’s gonna lose his head tonight.”
Cain stormed to the door.
“Wait! Cain!”
But he charged outside, slamming the door behind him. The echoing sound reverberated in her body, making her shudder, while the cell phone he’d hastily placed on the edge of the nightstand fell onto the floor.
Something was wrong.

11
 
Cain closed the door to the shed behind him and looked at his colleagues. They were all still there: Thomas, Eddie, Haven, Blake, and Wesley.
“Where’s John?” Thomas asked immediately, glancing behind Cain.
Cain ran a hand through his short hair. Had John betrayed him? “I don’t know. I was hoping he was here with you.”
“But he left with you,” Haven interjected.