I'll Be Slaying You(58)

So did she.

But she had the power, she’d be in control.

Her teeth sank into his chest. His growl filled her ears even as the hot warmth of his blood slipped over her tongue.

Life.

Power. So much power.

Her hips lifted and her fingers curled around his cock. She pumped him, once, twice, felt his length swell even more in her grasp. Felt—

Dee stood in an alley. One hand on her hip. A vampire hissed at her, and that preppy fool holding the vamp blinked his eyes.

“Just how long do you think it’s gonna take me to shove this into your heart? A minute? Less?”

She pulled back from him. Her memory, seen from his eyes. No, his memory. “Simon, why do I—”

“Not now,” he gritted. “Ditch the jeans or I’ll rip them off.”

She didn’t have any backup clothes then and—

“Fucking rip them off.”

Dee rolled off him. She shimmied out of her jeans and panties even as she licked her lips and tasted him.

His hands, warm, strong, closed around her thighs. He pushed her legs apart and his breath blew against her damp curls.

“Your smell.” His nostrils flared. “I could devour you.”

Um, now, since he was a vamp that could—Oh, damn.

His mouth took her sex. Lips, tongue. Tasting, claiming. Her hands fisted in the sheets. Dee heard a hard rip. Didn’t care.

That mouth.

His tongue swiped over her clit and Dee nearly came off the bed. She squirmed, trying to get away, no, get closer, but his hold stayed tight and strong.

And he took. His tongue drove into her sex.

She climaxed against his mouth. A long, hard wave that trembled through her body.

But he didn’t stop. That tongue tasted and licked and stroked and Dee realized she was calling his name.

Nearly freaking begging. Her.

She swallowed and her nails dug into his back. “Simon!” Demand there.

Command.

One more swipe of that tongue. Her calves stiffened. Oh, sweet hell.

Then he rose above her. Positioned his cock and drove into her.

Yes.

Her legs clamped around him and when he began to thrust and retreat, she shoved right back at him. Harder. Harder.

The bed banged against the wall. Simon’s gaze burned hers. So much fire there. So much need.

He lifted her hips higher, plunged deeper even as his fingers bit into her flesh.

Marking her.

She’d marked him.

Another climax bore down on her. Her sex trembled, tightened, and she tossed back her head.

Simon came, pouring into her.

She watched him. Watched the pleasure, the near-pain of it sweeping over his face.

Then she came, pulsing, throbbing, breaking, beneath him.

Pleasure. So much pleasure.

Enough to nearly die from.

Good thing they were both already dead.



Zane Wynter didn’t glance to the left when he exited the Night Watch building. He didn’t need to look to know that blood still stained the sidewalk.

The blood of hunters.

The scent teased his nose and a growl built in his throat.

Vampires. Hitting here.

Come and get me.

The stakes he’d taken from Dee’s stash were slung in a pack that dangled from one shoulder. He hadn’t needed to sharpen them. Dee always kept her babies in such fine form.

He’d find the assholes, all right.

An eye for an eye. He’d always thought that way.

“Zane!”

He swore at the call. Not one from another Night Watch hunter, but from the cop he sometimes called friend.

A mistake that. Taking humans for friends just led to trouble.

Tony hurried to his side. The guy’s badge flashed. It hung from Tony’s hip. All official-looking. The cop had to be on the clock.

Or hunting, just like he was. Pity they didn’t always play by the same rules.

“I need to find Dee,” Tony said the minute he reached him.

Zane didn’t stiffen. Just stared back at him. “Good luck with that.” Dee. Pak hadn’t called him in when she’d been hurt. Hadn’t told him about what happened, not until the bastard had given Dee a running start.

Pak had always had a soft spot for her. He wouldn’t do what needed to be done. The guy just didn’t understand…

“I—if something ever happens, you’ll come for me, won’t you, Zane?” He could see her so clearly. One hand tight around a stake as she stared down at the still body of a teen, a young girl with blond hair and blood all around her. A girl who’d gone on a killing spree and attacked her two younger sisters. “I’d never want to be like them.”

Dee’s nightmare. One some bastard had made come true.

Pak said she’d adjusted. That she’d maintained control. And that she had a pack of vampires after her ass.

But could any vampire maintain real control? What happened when the bloodlust grew too strong? What happened when Dee turned on an innocent?