Saving the Beast(43)

Slowly, the sounds around them trickled back to her and reality intruded. What had she been thinking to let him take her like this in the open when there were hunters around them and Angel was there? Shit! She’d forgotten all about Angel and Kenzie, as well.

“Zane.” She moaned his name softly and wiggled her hips, catching her breath as his cock tugged free from her well-fucked channel.

He grunted and moved from behind her. The next thing she knew, he was lifting her to her feet and dropping to his knees. He placed a chaste kiss on the apex of her thighs just above her trimmed pubic hair and pulled her clothes up and fastened her jeans. He leaned his head against her belly and just held her as if he were afraid to let her go.

“I shouldn’t have left you,” he finally whispered. “I could have gotten us both killed.”

“Shhh,” she crooned. “We’re okay.” At least she hoped they were. No Angel. No hunters. In fact, it was eerily quiet.

“We need to go,” Zane said as if reading her thoughts. “I need to find the one who brought you here. Jesus!” He shook his head in disgust. “I can’t believe I took you on the fucking ground while there are hunters around us! I just hope the asshole who put his scent on you is okay… so I can kill him.” He sounded reserved and there was still a touch of anger in his voice.

“Angel didn’t hurt me,” she promised. “He said you would need me and brought me here. He was already tracking the hunters when he came across me.”

Zane slowly stood and his eyes shone a deep, dark neon gold. “We’ll discuss just how he found you later. I’m still on edge and neither of us needs another round of fucking at the moment. Not here. Not now.” He shook his head then focused on her again. “Are you okay? I’d never forgive myself if I hurt you.”

“I’m fine,” she tried to assure him. “Are you okay?”

“The fever is still burning in me. Now that I’ve tasted you, I should have known I wouldn’t be able to leave you. Not with the heat on you. Even after just having you, my dick is hard and aching behind my zipper.”

She dropped her gaze and gasped at the blatant display of his aroused cock.

“Again?”

One corner of his mouth quirked up. “Always when you’re in heat. I’d stay inside you if I could. I owe this guy a thank you, and instead, I’m going to struggle not to rip his fucking head off his shoulders.”

A battle between Angel and Zane was not something she wanted to witness.

“Why are you angry with him?”

Zane glared down at her. “Because his scent was all fucking over you. What did he do? Rub his hair and face against you?”

At her nod, his chest rumbled and his canines flashed.

“You can’t kill him,” Diane said quickly.

“If you defend him to me, he’s a dead man,” Zane warned.

“He knew you would need me. He said you would be distracted because of the feral cat fever and that you would need me to help hold yourself together.”

Zane nodded but said nothing.

“I think he rubbed his head against me to make sure you stayed here with me, out of danger. He warned me to keep you with me no matter what it took.”

“Kenzie,” Zane grunted. “Stay…” His words trickled off at the glare she gave him and with a shake of his head, he held out his hand to her. “Stay on my ass and obey my every command.”

“What is it with you guys and obedience? And staying on your asses?”

“What?” He turned angry eyes on her again, and she gulped. Shit. He probably didn’t need to know about her trip here with Angel.

“Kenzie,” she said instead and nudged his shoulder to get him going.

He glared for a moment then thankfully turned and began walking. She looked away as they walked past the man Zane had killed. She felt no guilt over what her mate had done, but she didn’t want to view it close up. The smell of blood grew stronger in her nostrils the closer they got.

“Holy shit!” she exclaimed as they approached a cabin.

There were bodies lying everywhere. Zane had snapped the neck of the guy who came after him. Angel had shredded the men he’d fought. She gagged as she took it all in. Two of them had been disemboweled. She began to glance around, seeing if there was anyone still alive who might need her help. One guy moaned and she started to head toward him.

“Leave him.” Angel’s hard voice carried to her from the doorway where he stood cradling a naked Kenzie against his bare chest.

Zane’s chest rumbled as he moved toward her. It would probably be a good idea not to let her mate know she’d watched Angel shift. She waved Zane off as she moved toward Angel and Kenzie.