The end.
His gaze lingered on that scar. But then Jane sank to her knees beside him.
“I see you in there. I know you’re coming back. Come back,” she urged, “and stay with me.”
He could only shake his head. It didn’t feel as if he were coming back to her. It felt as if his whole body was splitting apart. His very soul being torn from him.
She pressed a kiss to his lips. Another tender touch to the beast. “I love you, Aidan Locke.”
She shouldn’t. She—
Jane pushed him back so that he fell on his ass. Then she crawled on top of him and wrapped her legs around him. They were sitting up, facing each other. Her sex brushed over his cock.
No, Jane, I don’t want to hurt you! A roar from inside of him.
“We’re going to make love, Aidan.”
She kept saying his name, deliberately, he was sure. A hold on the man he’d been.
“We’re going to make love and you’re going to come back to me.”
Then she took his cock and guided it into the entrance of her body. That warm, wet heaven, and when he sank inside of her, he lost the little bit of fucking sanity that had been there. It was too good. She was too good. Tight and hot and clamping down on him.
Heaven.
Hell.
His.
“Look at me.”
His gaze jerked to her face.
“See me,” Jane whispered. “The same way I see you.”
Then she lifted her body up, pushed down. He snapped his teeth together because the urge to bite her was so strong, but he wouldn’t do it. He wouldn’t.
Sex. Fucking.
Love.
Jane.
His hands clamped around her hips and he moved her faster, pushed deeper. Her breath heaved out and she gave a little moan…the breathless cry had to be the sexiest sound in the world.
Give her pleasure.
The whisper came from deep within him.
Give her joy.
A command.
Give her everything.
He pressed his lips to her neck. Not to bite. Not to take. But to kiss because he remembered that was one of her sweet spots. Jane loved it when he licked her there.
He lifted her up, then made sure to plunge into her with a long thrust that took his cock right over her clit.
She loved it when he stroked her just like that.
He withdrew, then sank deeper. And suddenly, they weren’t sitting on that floor. He’d pushed her onto her back, brought her legs up high so that he could go even deeper.
Because she loved that.
His claws were so careful, not scratching her skin. His fingers caressed her. Teasing her breasts just the way she liked. Then he was licking her nipples. Sucking her, getting her to arch against him and shudder as she called out his name.
Aidan.
She came around him. He felt the fierce clench of her orgasm and he couldn’t hold back. Her release sent him right over the edge. He drove into her, over and over, pumping his cock into her and the climax slammed through him.
His heart thundered in his ears. His breath heaved in his chest. And Jane…his Jane curled her arms around his neck.
His head slowly lifted. He stared into her eyes.
Jane smiled at him. “I knew you’d come back to me.”
He kissed her.
Come back? Hell yeah, he’d fucking walk through hell for her.
“Jane,” Aidan rasped. “I love you.”
***
Vincent’s fingers curled around Garrison’s neck and he lifted the wolf high into the air. “You’re not even a damn alpha,” a sneer curled his lips. “What the hell do you think you’ll do against me?”
Annette backed up. She had to do something.
“I was…was thinking…” Garrison gasped. “This.” Then he yanked a gun out from inside his jacket. Her gun, Annette realized. Smart, sneaky wolf. He fired that weapon, again and again. The blast of the gun had Annette’s ears ringing even as blood soaked Vincent’s shirt.
He staggered and dropped Garrison. “F-fucking…bastard…” Vincent spat.
Lena grabbed Annette’s arm. “Silver won’t stop him. The blood loss will barely slow him down. Run.” She pointed toward the main door. The way out of that building.
Run? And leave Paris?
Not an option.
“Run!” Garrison yelled at the same time. He kicked Vincent in the stomach. Clawed at him. “I’ll hold him off—”
Vincent grabbed Garrison and sank his fangs into the young wolf’s throat.
“Go,” Lena whispered.
“You can’t help me,” Annette said.
Lena shook her head.
Garrison shoved Vincent back, but the vamp charged again.
“I know what you are.” Annette backed away from Lena. “I know!”
Sadness flashed on Lena’s face. “Then you know why you need to run.”
No, she knew why she had to get to Paris, fast. “I wish you could be on my side,” she said.
Lena’s eyes gleamed. “So do I.”
Annette glanced at Garrison once more. He was driving his fists into Vincent, again and again, but Vincent wasn’t going down.