Immortal Danger (Night Watch 0.5)(20)
Author: Cynthia Eden

"I don’t care what you are," he said, his voice rasping and his breath blowing lightly over her sensitive lips. "I just want you, naked, beneath me."

"Adam…" Maya began, not really sure if she was going to protest or offer to strip.

His tongue licked her bottom lip.

Her knees trembled. Strip .

It had been too long. She’d tried to push aside the needs of her body, but, damn-she wanted.

She wanted him.

Her lips opened for him and she drew his tongue into her mouth, sucking lightly. Then she let her hunger have free rein. A moan rumbled in the back of her throat as she lifted her arms and pulled him closer.

Not the time or the place. The warning drifted through her head, but she didn’t stop. Didn’t want to stop.

The fingers of his right hand curled over her ass, squeezing lightly, and she parted her thighs just enough to feel the brush of his c**k against her sex.

Too long.

Adam’s mouth began to kiss a path down her neck. Her ni**les tightened to sharp points-her neck had always been her weak spot, and if he kissed just under her left ear-

His tongue slipped over her, licking in– ah, just the perfect spot.

Her hips jerked against his.

Her panties were wet now. She could feel the damp fabric brushing against the folds of her sex.

And she knew she was moments away from having sex with Adam.

Wolves were on their trail.

Not the damn time.

Her fingers curled around his shoulders and she pushed against him. "Adam, no." So hard to say.

Her voice emerged as a whisper.

His hold on her tightened. His dark head lifted and he gazed down at her, his eyes burning with lust. "You want me."

It’d be stupid to lie. Every fiber of her being was screaming with hungry desire. "This isn’t the place-"

His nostrils flared and he licked his lips. "I can smell your arousal. Damn, you’re sweet-I need a taste."

An image of Adam having that taste jumped into her mind. Oh, yes.

Two men walked past, eyeing Maya with knowing stares and twisted lips.

But not here. Not now.

She pushed against him again, this time using her enhanced strength.

He took a step back. A muscle flexed along his jaw as he dropped his hands. "I’m gonna be having my taste, vampire. Very soon."

How had the need between them gotten so wild, so desperate, so fast? "We can’t do this now," she said, wishing that her voice was stronger and didn’t sound so husky.

But she could still taste him in her mouth and she wanted more. "The adrenaline is pumping through us, making us crazy and-"

He shook his head. "Not the adrenaline. I want you." He didn’t look particularly pleased about that fact.

Well, she wasn’t exactly over the moon to find her body breaking free of her control. The man made her feel hot, hungry, and desperate for his touch.

She had to get her control back. A vampire who let go in the heat of the moment, one who went wild-that wasn’t a good vampire to be around.

Lust could make her kind very dangerous.

"We’re going to finish this," Adam said clearly, those eyes of his seeming to look right into her soul. "When we’re alone, when it’s safe, I will have you."

Maya knew the words were a promise.

She sure as hell hoped the man was good at keeping promises. Because she was desperate to have him .

Tim watched them through the tinted glass of his second-story office. Watched the kiss. The touches. Felt the need and arousal burning from the couple.

His fingers tightened into fists.

So Maya was f**king her new toy. He’d figured as much when he’d seen the predatory look in the guy’s eyes.

There had been lust there.

Possession.

Once upon a time, he’d possessed Maya. Had all that hot, rich power in his hands.

Sex with a vampire-it was one of the best pleasures on earth.

And the most dangerous.

They were walking away now. Hurrying down the street toward the promised Jag.

His fingers uncurled and his left hand rose toward the phone that waited on his desk. Tap. Tap.

Tap. His nails clicked against the back of the plastic receiver.

Maya.

He’d cared about her, once. As much as he could care.

Of course, he’d still tried to kill her, but she didn’t know that. Didn’t know that he’d been paid a hundred grand to set her up.

When the choice fell between love and money…to him there really wasn’t a choice then.

He didn’t know how she’d survived that demon attack in the alley that night.

The woman was too good at cheating death.

But no one’s luck lasted forever.

Tap. Tap.

They’d disappeared. Gone into the garage.

His gaze remained locked on the street. He’d give Maya a few more minutes. At least allow her to get the car on the road.

She deserved a bit more time. The woman had been the best f**k of his life.

Tap.

Ah, there it was. The black Jag streaked down the street, barely braking as it rounded the corner and disappeared into the night.

That should be enough of a head start.

Tim picked up the phone. Punched in the numbers for his call and waited patiently.

The phone was answered on the third ring. He heard the faint sound of breathing, but no one spoke.

"Maya Black was just here to see me," he murmured. "Apparently, some wolves are on her tail."

Silence.

"For a hundred grand," that was the price he’d accepted last time, so he figured it was still fair, "I can tell you where she’s going, and I’ll even activate the GPS tracking unit so you can hunt her car." Now surely that was a deal too good to pass up.

A sharp inhalation of air. "You’ll have the money in an hour, demon."

"Good, and you’ll have your vampire." He ended the call and glanced back out the window. The street was swarming with humans. Foolish, weak humans.

There wasn’t any sign of Maya now. But it would be easy, too easy really, for her to be tracked.

"Sorry, love," he murmured, "guess there won’t be a next time for us, after all."

Pity.

But business was business.

CHAPTER 5

"Uh, wanna tell me why you just paid that kid a hundred bucks to take our car?" Adam asked, wondering if he had just missed something very important. "You do have a backup plan for getting us the hell out of the city, right?"

"Sure I do," Maya said and stalked over to a nearby SUV. Her lips pursed as she eyed the car.

Then she shrugged, walked past the driver’s side door and paused next to the back door. She lifted her fist-and drove her hand right through the window.

A shrill, screaming alarm immediately echoed through the garage and the headlights and taillights of the SUV flashed in a sickening blur.