Blade slipped into the house unnoticed, his senses on high alert. His nose flared, searching, processing. Distant gunfire occasionally sliced the silence, but he barely noticed as he took the stairs. His wolf caught the scent of something sweet, enticing.
He continued down the hall and stopped outside a partially open door where the scent was the strongest. He heard papers ruffling and a hushed voice that reminded him of angels.
Blade peered into the room. The little hothouse flower stood before a desk, shuffling haphazardly through papers. She jerked another desk drawer open, scooped up the contents, and dumped them on the desk, muttering something that wasn't a curse but should have been. She scanned the papers and then flung them to the floor. He quirked an eyebrow. Apparently his little flower wanted info and wasn't finding it.
She intrigued him even more.
His little flower propped her hands on her hips. He watched her survey the room. Turning to the credenza, she began trashing it too. Now that her back was entirely to the door, Blade slipped in behind her, silent, unnoticed. He was a trained killer, and slipping in and out unnoticed was his specialty.
He stalked her, his beast antsy. When he stood directly behind her, he inhaled deep, breathing in her fragrant soap and a light perfume that he didn't recognize. But it was the scent that was her essence that slammed into his beast.
His mind reeled from that knowledge as she bent over the credenza to study some papers. His beast almost pounced. Her luscious round ass tempted him, and his cock swelled to painful proportions. Oh, what he wouldn't give to bury his cock balls-deep within that ass of hers. When she stood up, he wrapped his arm around her, trapping both of her arms, and clamped a hand over her mouth.
She squeaked, and he smiled. He tilted her head to the side, giving him a perfect view of her round, full, enticing breasts. His cock swelled some more.
She was warm, soft, and all woman; his woman.
“I'm going to remove my hand. Don't scream. That's an order. Do you understand?”
She hesitated and then nodded.
He released her mouth and wrapped his hand around her slender neck. Her skin was soft, like a baby's blanket. He watched the rise and fall of her breasts as she tried to breathe.
“Tell me why I shouldn't kill you, right here, right now?”
She paused and then replied in perfect English. “Tell me why you should
kill me, right here, right now?”
“You're in Manuel's house. That's why.” He swirled his thumb over the frantic pulse in her neck.
“Association doesn't make one guilty.”
“It does in my book.”
“Then you're no better than Manuel. Not everyone's here of their own free will.”
He smelled the truth of her statement and was relieved.
“You want to tell me what you're looking for?”
“I do not.”
“Mmm,” he murmured against her neck. “Stubborn, aren't you?” He breathed her in deep.
“Make up your mind. Either kill me, or let me go.”
His hand tightened on her delicate throat, applying enough pressure to make her wince. “I will snap your neck and not think twice about it.”
“Go ahead,” she managed to say. “There are some things much worse than death.”
“I highly doubt that you know what they are,” he said.
She was silent, the only sound her labored breathing. He released his grip and caressed the skin on her throat. Such delicate bones covered by sensual skin.
“Are you one of Manuel's whores?” he asked.
“I will not dignify that with an answer.”
His nose detected no other human scent on her, especially that of a male, and he was pleased.
“I'm asking you again. What are you looking for?”
“None of your business.”
A laugh rumbled in his chest. “I'm making everything about yo--this hellhole my business.”
She pushed against his hold. “Please release me.”
A tormented howl pierced the night air and sliced though Blade. “I will, little girl. And I suggest you run, because I'm coming after you as soon as I wrap up things here.”
“You can't be serious.”
“But why?” she stammered.
He nuzzled her neck. “I want to know what you're hiding.”
“That's absurd. Just go back to where you came from.”
“I can't do that, honey.”
He untied her hair and fluffed out the long, dark curls and imagined her hair sliding over his thighs as she knelt between his legs. A jolt of desire shot through him.
He bent her over the credenza, his erection nestled against her backside. Yeah, he wanted her, and he wanted her to know that he wanted her. His beast wanted her.
“What are you doing?” she whispered.
“Just letting you know that this is my favorite position.”
Her arousal spiked and sent his beast pacing. Her body was getting ready for his, even though she was scared shitless. His erection pressed painfully against his pants. He wanted his pants gone, and her naked beneath him. Blade ground his cock against her, his pants biting his swollen rod.
He wanted her bound before him, at his mercy to do what he pleased. He imagined her eyes wild with lust, fringed by fear, as he showed her all the things he would do to her. He liked the bite of pain, that mind-sharpening pain that touched close to euphoria.
Did she like it rough? He hoped so. But she was delicate and probably not into the pain side of sex. And that was okay.
She was voluptuous, just the way he liked his women. He felt the shiver roll though her body. He grabbed a handful of tit and squeezed her nipple hard through her dress. She yelped. He smelled her arousal, strong and spicy, but he had to leave, for now.
“Run, little girl, run, because I'm coming back for you.”
Then he disappeared.