Saving the Beast(34)

“Zane!” She cried his name and he felt the flutter of her impending orgasm around his pistoning cock.

She surprised him by jerking her hair to the side and exposing the mark he’d given her that would permanently mar the peaches and cream perfection of her skin.

“Do it,” she ordered him. “I need it.”

With a growl, he struck, teeth sinking into her while his tongued flicked out to lick over the spot he’d bitten. She convulsed around him, her cunt tightening like a vise over his dick and milking his release from him. The bite of her nails on his chest. The tight clench of her sex. The erotic look of carnality that shone in her eyes and on her face. Still, none of it compared to her words.

“Mine,” she rasped in sultry voice ripe with lust.

“Yours,” he agreed with a rumble of pleasure and groaned as he filled her once more with his cum.

He leaned heavily against the door, pinning her in place as they both gasped for air. Her hands continued to stroke over his skin as if she couldn’t stop herself from touching him, and it had his chest vibrating with a low hum.

“You okay?” he asked her softly.

“I’m glorious,” she answered and did a pretty good job of purring. It made him grin.

“Hold onto me,” he urged and pulled out his spent cock.

She was shaky on her feet and gripped him tight as he lowered her until her toes hit the floor. He held her against him, wanting to soak her into his skin before reality intervened. He scooped her up in his arms and carried her over to the kitchen area where there was a water pump.

“Let’s get you cleaned up,” he said and set her on her feet. He opened a few drawers and got lucky on the second one where there was a stack of rags. He pumped the water, wet the cloth and turned back to her.

“I can do it,” she protested as he squatted in front of her.

“Let me, please,” he said and waited for her nod before taking care of her.

He wet another cloth and cleaned himself while she adjusted her clothes. She looked satisfied, and he wanted nothing more than to stay with her and cuddle close. He wanted to hold her, but he couldn’t, not with Kenzie still out there. It was best he go now, while her scent was still heavy on him and the beast was satisfied. He knew it and still fought the need to stay.

“You’ll be safe here,” he promised them both.

“How long will you be gone?”

“Not long. I can’t…” He debated what to say and finally settled on the truth. She deserved nothing less. He glanced down and met her eyes. “I can’t be away from you for long right now. I need you beyond obsession. You’re the cure to this fever raging in my veins. And your heat.” He inhaled deeply, letting his eyelids drift shut briefly. “God, I don’t want to leave you.”

She kissed him softly on his chest. “But you have to find Kenzie. You’d never forgive yourself if something happened to her while we were here. I’d never forgive myself, either. Besides, the sooner you find her and figure out who’s out there, the sooner we can get back. Then I can have my wicked way with you over and over again without worry.”

He groaned and dropped his head, meeting her mouth again with his and taking them both deep with a kiss. She was the one who stopped him, pushing against his chest and inching away.

“I didn’t think to bring you more than one shirt,” she whispered, running her hands over his chest.

“I’ll be fine,” he assured her. “I need you to lock the door when I leave. That means both bolts.”

She nodded. “I will.”

“Don’t open the door for anyone but me.”

“What if Kenzie shows up?” Diane asked.

He shook his head. “Send her to find me. I mean it. Do not open the damn door.”

“I got it,” she muttered.

“Hey,” he said, pulling her into his arms again. Christ, he couldn’t keep his hands off her for five minutes. What made him think he could possibly leave her? “I just want to know you’ll be safe while I’m gone.”

“I know,” she replied. She tugged his head back down to her and their mouths met and meshed again. She was as insatiable as he was.

“I don’t want you to leave me again,” she moaned, clinging to him.

“Diane.” He groaned her name.

“I know,” she said again. “I understand, but that doesn’t mean I like it.” She blinked up at him. “Will it always be like this between us? This intense need.”

He nodded. “It might not be as constant as it is right now. Between my fever and your body going into heat, the urge to mate is controlling us. It won’t always be like that. The need will remain but it will be more tempered, easier for us to control instead of it controlling us.”