Better Off Undead - Cynthia Eden Page 0,7

tanned hand, so strong and powerful, touched her lightly. Sensually. She bit her lower lip. He had reinforced walls in his office—when werewolves and their enhanced hearing were close on a normal basis, it paid to invest in some serious sound-proofing—so she knew she could scream and no one else would hear.

Soon enough, Jane figured she would be screaming.

His fingers slid into her. Thrust and teased. His thumb pressed to her clit, stroking her just the way he knew she enjoyed being touched. Sometimes, she thought Aidan understood her body better than she did. Harder, a little rougher now, he stroked.

“Aidan!” She didn’t want to play. She needed him inside of her. “Now!”

But he shook his head. “Not yet.”

He dropped to his knees before her.

Strong Aidan, so powerful. So—

“I will not lose you.” His words sounded like a vow. Then his mouth was on her. Warm and wet, his tongue touched her clit and she just imploded.

The pleasure hit her with stunning force. Her head tipped back against the mirror and she gasped. Zero to implosion. She whispered his name, she rode that blast of pleasure and still…she wanted.

Him.

In her.

“Aidan!”

He rose up. His expression was harder. The angles of his face were sharper. His eyes, if possible, were even brighter. He positioned his cock at the entrance to her body. No condom. Werewolves didn’t carry diseases—they couldn’t—and she was on protection so pregnancy wasn’t an issue. They were flesh to flesh, just the way she wanted to be with him.

His hands clamped around the edge of the sink. He drove into her, hard and deep and the pleasure she’d felt just kept going. Her sex trembled with the contractions of her release, the pleasure was so fierce that her whole body shuddered.

He thrust in and out, driving deep, his rhythm fast and furious, his hands still gripping the sink so hard. She grabbed him. Her hands locked around his sides as she urged him to move even faster. To drive deeper. Each glide of his body into hers had Jane moaning. Had her—

Screaming.

The pleasure was too powerful to be contained. So she didn’t even try.

Then he was exploding within her. The hot surge of his release filled her. He drove deep once more, then stilled. His bright gaze locked on her, and Jane saw the pleasure in his stare.

Mine.

Sweat had slickened their bodies. Her breath still came in desperate heaves. She didn’t want to move but—

The sink gave a loud groan. Something shifted beneath her. She started to tumble, but Aidan jerked her up and into his arms. Jane looked back. He’d been gripping the sink so tightly…

He’d broken the granite. The sink was sliding from the wall and collapsing.

And she laughed. With a vampire, with murder…with the secrets she still had to keep, Jane found that she could laugh, with him.

Only him.

Aidan carried her out of the bathroom. They curled together on his couch. Exhaustion pulled at her, and Jane intended to close her eyes for just a moment. Just a little while. Then she’d clean up and get her ass over to the ME’s office. She’d see if Dr. Bob had examined the body. She’d see…

In a moment.

A moment…

Chapter Three

Jane was asleep in his arms. Aidan stared down at her, lost for a moment. Her thick lashes cast shadows over her cheeks. Beautiful Jane. Strong. Smart. Sexy as hell.

And dangerous. So many feared that she was dangerous.

Carefully, his fingers slid down her body, moving gently over her stomach, over the luscious curve of her hip and then…lightly tracing the mark on her right side.

A brand. The shape curved on her skin. It almost looked like a horseshoe on her body, one that had been carefully burned into her skin with a soldering pen. She’d been a child when a vampire had captured her, had killed her parents before her eyes, and had permanently marked her with that brand.

Not a horseshoe. The brand curved at the top, and then it seemed to have two legs that jutted to the left and the right…Omega. The Greek Symbol for the end.

Many of his kind feared what Jane would be. Many had wanted her dead as soon as they’d learned of her existence. He’d fought for the right to keep her at his side. His job was to protect her, always. His fingers skimmed over the brand.

If I change, will you be the one who comes for me? Her words whispered through his mind and his eyes squeezed closed. Kill Jane? If