her legs before she could process the words. She screamed again, her tightly wound body coming apart on his fingers. When he tugged off her pants to expose the peach-colored lacy panties she wore underneath, she didn’t feel the least bit exposed. Twisting up with the primal speed he’d shown her she possessed, she switched their positions.
He let her unbutton his shirt to expose the hard, toned plane of his chest. His skin was the same beautiful burnished brown as on his face. “You go shirtless?” Older vampires found it difficult to tan, but Venom’s skin color was natural—it should still have been paler on the parts of his body that were most often covered.
“I spent a lot of time in an outdoor training ring while I was away,” he said, lying there unworried that someone might come upon them. “Extended combat training.”
Holly loved watching him move when he sparred—though she’d never tell him that. Leaning down, she played her hands over the ruthlessly toned plane of his chest before pressing her lips to his skin. The contact wasn’t enough. She wanted to rub herself against him, wanted to be skin to skin far more intimately.
Sitting up on his body, she went to peel off her shirt when the wings inside her spread out in a violent burst.
• • •
Venom knew he was making a mistake, but it was the most erotic mistake of his life. He watched with barely leashed anticipation as Holly opened up her shirt, exposing the taut mounds of her breasts, the plump flesh making his fingers curl into the grass. She was smiling at him in a slightly predatory way that made him feel a little hunted.
Venom liked it. No woman had ever looked at him that way.
Like he was her prey.
A heartbeat later, her back arched violently, her head dropping back as her chest began to burn with an acid green glow that formed into the shape of wings. Not angelic wings. Not bird wings. Strange, jagged wings with sharp edges that looked as if they might cut. The color was viper green and acid green and light, light green, rippling shades that seared bright enough to glow in the darkness.
He snapped up into a seated position, his hands on her waist. “Holly!”
Her fingers clutched at him, gripping so tight to his biceps that her nails cut into his skin. Pain, he realized, she was in pain. He made the only decision he could. Using his fangs to tear open a vein in his wrist, he held it over her mouth. He didn’t know if his blood would help her fight this, or if it would just fuel the effect, but he had to try.
Her throat moved. Again and again, his blood sliding down her throat.
The wings flickered . . . and faded.
Holly’s head came up into a normal position. Wiping the back of her arm across her mouth, the blood smearing the white of her shirt, she stared at him with eyes that were stark. “What happens now?”
Do I die? was the unasked question in those eyes stripped bare of all shields, all protections. Will you execute me?
Venom gripped the back of her neck and tugged her close. “Now,” he said, “we find out some answers.”
• • •
Holly’s chest still ached at ten the next morning, when she got out of the shower and began to dress. She’d had about five hours of dark, dreamless rest, which was enough to not leave her feeling like a zombie.
Amazingly, she’d actually fallen asleep on the short drive back to the Tower after they left Central Park, so exhausted she’d felt wrung dry. She’d woken with a start when Venom opened the passenger-side door of his Bugatti in the Tower parking garage, her heart thundering at what was to come.
He’d brushed his fingers over her cheek, his gaze inscrutable. “You’re in no state to have a discussion with Dmitri, kitty. Get some sleep. We’ll talk in the morning.”
Now it was morning, and she had to face the judgment she’d tried to avoid for so long. In a way, it was a relief to have it all out in the open. No more hiding the howling otherness within her, the thing that was becoming ever stronger. No more pretending that she was getting better.
Having pulled on a pair of sleek black jeans, Holly stared at her naked upper half in the mirror tucked into a corner of her room. It was a freestanding one with an ornate