Immortal Danger (Night Watch 0.5)(55)
Author: Cynthia Eden

The man struggled to hold on to his control as he stared at her, on her knees before him. The beast raged in a maelstrom of greedy lust and need.

Then Maya scraped the edge of her teeth over his shaft. Pleasure ripped through him.

The man’s control shattered as the beast took over.

He growled, a deep rumble that filled the night, and jerked Maya to her feet. Their hands fought, struggled as they both tried to strip her clothes away.

She kicked out of her jeans. He ripped her underwear. Lifted her into his arms. "Wrap your legs around me." Because he was going to take her there. Screw any audience who might be watching.

He’d take his woman right there.

His shaft pushed at the entrance of her body. In the past, he’d waited, wanting her to be ready for the hard length of his cock.

Now, he couldn’t wait.

He had to take.

His hands clamped tight over her hips. Her legs clamped around him. Her gaze, black as the night, held his.

Adam thrust inside her, burying his shaft in her creamy warmth.

Her mouth opened on a gasp and the tips of her fangs peeked out at him.

Need thundered through him. "Bite me," he snarled, pumping his hips against her, driving as hard and deep as he could go.

Her teeth closed over his throat, pierced the skin.

Fuck, yes.

His c**k swelled even more inside her and her delicate muscles clamped around every inch of his erection.

So. Damn. Good.

She took his blood, sucking, licking-and he took her, thrusting harder, harder, as the beast inside screamed for release.

Her hips jerked against him, rising and falling in a frantic rhythm. She ripped her mouth from his neck, blood on her lips-

She came, squeezing him with her climax and soaking his c**k with her cream.

The dragon broke free of his reins.

His claws lengthened. The scent of smoke rose in the air around them. Claim. Mate.

In a swift move, he spun around and shoved her against the hard bricks of the house.

He pulled his c**k out, keeping only the tip in her quivering sex. He stared down at the flesh glinting with the cover of her cream-then plunged in as deep as he could go.

Maya moaned and her claws dug into his shoulders, ripping past the fabric of his shirt.

Fire built in him, a ravenous blaze of lust and need, greed and possession.

Mine.

A thrust that shook her body.

Mine.

He yanked up her shirt, shoved her bra out of his way, and clamped his mouth over one tight nipple.

Mine.

He’d never thought to have a woman of his own, not after Isabella. He’d taken his pleasure over the centuries, more times than he could remember, but Maya, she was different.

Mine.

The base of his spine began to prickle. His balls were drawn up tight, and-

Maya came again, shuddering, and the shields around her mind fell away and the blood link clicked into place.

Hunger.

Need.

Mine. His thoughts, hers. It didn’t matter.

Adam thrust deep into her, faster, faster, his control gone, only aware now of the animal need to take.

The soft thud of their flesh filled his ears, the scent of sex blended with the smoke in the air.

"Maya." Never had he wanted like this, not with any other woman, not in all the centuries he’d lived.

He knew he’d never feel this way again.

Her mouth locked on his throat again. Drinking, sucking so strongly.

Adam sank into her as far as he could go.

His climax exploded through him in a blinding wave of passion. His c**k jerked, se**n flooding inside her as he came, calling her name and holding her tight.

His shout echoed in the night and he didn’t give a damn who heard him call-

Her name.

The release shook him, sending a burst of euphoria to every nerve in his body and lasting– lasting

–

Adam shuddered. Fucking perfect.

When the orgasm finally ended, the soft vibrations of Maya’s sex, aftershocks of pleasure, swept over the sensitive head of his cock.

Her tongue swiped slowly across his neck. Her head lifted. Black eyes met his.

Her heart raced in a rhythm far too fast.

Just like his.

They stared at each other in silence. He tried to reach out to her mind, but found she’d put a shield in place, effectively blocking their link.

Her heart slowed and her eyes lightened. After a moment, her legs lowered and she pushed against his shoulders.

He didn’t want to move. He wanted to take her again.

"Adam…"

His jaw clenched and he withdrew, hating the loss of her creamy warmth.

After the whisper of his name, she didn’t speak again while she dressed. Her movements were fast, too quick, and her shoulders were stiffening on him again.

He adjusted his jeans while he watched her. Adam was uncomfortably aware that while he’d just taken Maya’s body, her mind and her heart were closed to him.

"You-you’re something else, you know that, Slick?" She didn’t look at him as she tossed out the words.

He wasn’t sure how to take that. Slick. He was growing to hate that nickname. He liked it when Maya called him Adam, her voice flowing softly over the name.

She took three steps away from him.

"Maya." He needed her to look at him. Was she angry about the sex? He’d thought she wanted him, but maybe he’d been too rough. Maya might be a vampire, but she was so much smaller than he was. He could have hurt her and not known and-

Her gaze met his. So many secrets were in her eyes.

"Did I-" Aw, hell, this was one damn awkward conversation. "I didn’t hurt you, did I? I-I know I lost control and I-"

She smiled at him. One of her real smiles. "Slick, you gave me just what I needed-exactly what I’d been hoping for."

He blinked. There was a ring of truth to her words that he couldn’t deny.

Her smile dimmed. "Good-bye, Adam. Tell Cammie that I’ll keep my promise." Then she walked away, opening the glass doors and slipping inside.

What the hell? He stared after her. Good-bye. Not "good night." Good-bye.

She did the job you hired her for. She got Cammie back. Of course, she’s going to leave now.

No, no, he couldn’t let her just leave.

She’s going back to her old life.

But he didn’t want to go back to his life, not without her.

He took a step forward, stopped. Something else was happening. Something that nagged at the back of his mind.

Good-bye, Adam. Tell Cammie that I’ll keep my promise.

All the puzzle pieces clicked into place and a hot, blinding rage burst through his veins.

Hell, no.

A good-bye f**k. That’s what she’d given him, then she’d walked away.

She’d known all along what she was doing. She’d told Cammie, "Those vamps-they’ll never hurt you again. You’ll never even so much as see them for the rest of your life."