Just enough rational thought had filtered through the fury and insanity to drag the animal back long enough for him to make sense of a lifetime of hell.
Her blood had saved his life, but it had turned him into an enraged animal.
When the soldiers had caught him again, that added quality in his blood had spurred them into experiments so horrendous it had broken what little sanity he’d still possessed.
It had been the blood that had transfused him.
The scent of what the Breeds called mating heat, the taste of it in his mouth, the small glands swelling beneath his tongue each time he came near her.
This was why finding her had driven him that last short step into insanity.
She was his mate and he had finally found her.
That didn’t mean she didn’t have to pay for running from him.
It didn’t mean Judd wouldn’t pay for helping her.
It didn’t mean he was sane by any stretch of the imagination.
But with her, he might have a shot at finding his sanity.
At least enough of it to claim what was his.
* * *
He’s stitched up, Graeme,” the medic announced as he left the cell, the guards with him securing the locks as Graeme reached out and secured the electronic safeguards as well.
“Thanks, Doc.” Graeme cleared his throat as he pushed back the memories. “I’ll try to keep him nice and quiet while his scratches heal.”
The medic laughed as he and the guards left the cells and left Graeme to his thoughts.
His fantasies.
NINE
Two weeks later
Devil Black, shame is thy middle name,” Kate laughed in merriment as she stalked into the bedroom, closing the door loudly behind her before locking it securely and facing the Breed that had stolen her heart with merciless intent. Mating heat may have begun it, but his heart had completed it.
“Council didn’t give us middle names, darlin’,” he reminded her as he lounged back on their bed, the hard, corded strength of his naked body displayed to her hungry gaze. “They concentrated their talents on a few more important aspects instead.”
Broad, lean, his hand lowered, long fingers circling the engorged width of his cock.
Ah yes, she had to admit, some enterprising scientist had definitely shown a bit of imagination in programming the DNA of certain aspects of the Wolf Breed’s male form.
Tall, lean and powerful, savagely hewn features emphasized by the unusual amber-striated black eyes and thick lashes.
She couldn’t look at him and not want him.
He was the embodiment of her teenage fantasy, and now he was the lover who never failed to send her flying into ecstasy.
Toeing her sandals slowly from her feet, her fingers flipped the button holding her skirt at her hips. Chiffon and silk slid down her thighs, over her legs to pool carelessly at her feet as she stepped over it.
As a growl rumbled in his chest, Kate moved slowly closer, wearing only white silk bikini panties and the snug black cami covering her br**sts.
Braless, she could feel the sensitive, hard tips of her ni**les rasping against the fabric, creating a heated ache impossible to ignore for long.
Between her thighs her clit swelled and pulsed in demand, the slick essence of feminine need coating the bare folds of her pu**y and dampening her panties as she drew closer to him.