He opened his eyes and there were those sweet, cherry red ni**les again. And he liked cherries. No, he loved cherries, and the ripest, sweetest ones in the world were right there for him to taste. His head lowered. His lips opened, and a second later he was drawing succulent, heated flesh into his mouth. He was sucking her nipple like a man starved for the taste of a woman, lifting her against him and drawing as much of that sweet breast into his mouth as he could consume.
“Yes. Seth.” She arched into him. She wiggled that tight, sweet ass into the palms of his hands, and right there, he wondered if he would die with the pleasure of it. Her hands were on his cock, her nipple in his mouth. He was drunk, drugged, dying with the feel of her.
“Seth. It’s so good.” She lifted, she moved. She undulated against him, and a second later he froze. Stock still, his head falling back to stare at her as he felt the head of his c**k meet blazing, slick, wet flesh.
And then he saw it in her eyes, like a shock of cold, icy water. He watched her eyes dilate, watched the realization and the haunted fear begin to build in her gaze. He swallowed tightly, his hands gripped her tighter, and then he lifted her, slowly, so f**king slowly and with agonized regret, away from the painfully erect flesh of his cock.
“No.” She clutched at his arms. “What are you doing?”
Seth shook his head; hell, his entire body was shuddering as he pulled her away from him.
“Don’t stop.”
He sat her on the bed jumped from the mattress and forced the unruly flesh back into his pants as her gasping breaths sounded behind him.
“How can you do this?” Furious, hurt, the question that broke from her lips had him turned, shrugging his shirt over his shoulders as the bite at his neck burned like wildfire.
“I won’t take you in fear, Dawn,” he growled furiously. “I won’t take you while you’re staring at me with fear in your eyes. I can’t f**king do it.”
Dawn blinked in shock as he turned on his heel and stalked out of her bedroom, back to his own room. She came from the bed in a furious burst of energy, anger and lust zipping through her veins in equal parts as she jerked her T-shirt from the floor, pulled it over her head and stomped after him.
“How dare you!” she snarled, catching up with him in the sitting room. “Damn you, Seth…”
She stopped, the scent of blood whipping through her system as Seth suddenly turned, tackled her and threw her across the floor.
Bullets slammed into the walls. The ping ping ping of silenced, automatic gunfire nearly without sound until a mirror shattered, raining glass around them.
“Are you hit?” she screamed. “Seth. Seth.”
She tried to roll him off her, terror lending strength to her muscles as she smelled the blood, so much blood.
“Seth!”
“Dammit, Dawn, stay still. I’m fine.” He grabbed her wrist and dragged her to the door before she could
regain her feet, threw them into the hall.
Bullets slammed into the door behind them.
Then they were on their feet, moving swiftly through the hall as Dash’s door jerked open.
“I need a link.” Dawn slid into the room with Dash, scrambling to the side bar where she knew Dash’s link lay, while he rushed for another.
“Report. We have gunfire in the main room. I repeat, gunfire slamming into the main room. Report.”
Her unit reported in instantly. All present and rushing to locate the source.
“Weapon is silenced. Gunfire came from the north through the balcony doors. Suspect night vision and long distance,” she ordered fiercely as she caught a wrap Elizabeth threw at her as Cassie moved silently from her room.
Dash was checking the locks and the blinds on the balcony doors to the room and arming himself quickly.
“Cassie, I need clothes,” she snapped before turning to Dash. “I need your secondary weapons and utility belt.”
“I have them.” Elizabeth was pulling them from a bag she had carried from the bedroom, and Cassie rushed from her own room with clothes and shoes.
Dawn grabbed the clothes, rushed into the bedroom and within seconds had dragged them on and tied the hiking boots Cassie had brought her on her feet. The shoes fit perfectly; the jeans and top were a little snug.
She jerked the utility belt on, secured the weapon and rushed back to the sitting room as she secured the link back on her head.