Undead Or Alive (Bad Things #3)

So hot. So tight. So perfect.

For a moment, he couldn’t even breathe. And that control that had been sliced so thin? It vanished.

He pinned her to the shower wall, kept her legs locked around his hips, and he thrust into her, pounding hard again and again. Her head tipped back against the wall, and he kissed her throat. He sucked the skin, then bit lightly.

“Cass!”

His gloved hand was between their bodies. He stroked her clit, needing her to be as wild as he was.

Her nails clawed at him.

She is as wild.

Her hips slammed against his. They were fighting for their pleasure, neither of them holding back. She was the sexiest thing he’d ever seen.

Want all of her. Will take everything.

He felt her sex contract around him and her face went slack with pleasure. Her eyes burned at him as she choked out his name.

He kept driving into her, the pleasure so close. But he hated for it to end. He wanted to freeze that moment. Wanted to keep fucking her forever because nothing in his life had ever felt this good. This right.

This perfect.

But then the pleasure hit. It slammed into him and the whole world seemed to go dark for an instant. His body shuddered, his heart thundered, and the climax reverberated through every cell in his body. The pleasure ripped him open—he couldn’t breathe it was so intense. He could just hold on for the fucking best ride of his life.





Chapter Eleven


Slowly, Cass withdrew from Amber’s body. He lowered her legs back to the shower floor. The water was still pounding down.

Amber slipped past him and let the water wash over her. When she moved, her back was to him, and his gaze fell on her scars.

His hands lifted and he touched those scars, two round scars on each shoulder blade. She stiffened beneath his gloves.

“When you touch them, I feel a warmth.” She looked back at him. “Heat. Like magic pouring into me.” Her gaze seemed so dark and deep. “Do you know…what are those gloves made out of?”

He didn’t know. “Luke gave me the gloves. I’m not even sure what all magic he put into them. I just…I needed to touch without killing.”

Her gaze held his. “And what did Luke require for this little gift?”

“Four bounties.”

“Alive…or dead?”

His hands fell away from her back. “Dead. They were…they were vampires who’d gone rogue. They’d found a way to resist Luke’s powers and they were trying to rebel against him. He was furious—wanted blood. Nothing would stop him from having their heads.” Fucking literally.

Her face paled. “Four vampires…”

“That was when Gregory turned against me. He said I shouldn’t hunt his kind. But those weren’t the same vampires who’d taken me in. They were sadistic bastards who were torturing humans. Led by a vampire werewolf hybrid named Hycim, they left blood everywhere they went.”

“Yes, they did.”

She knew them?

But Amber turned away and put her face beneath the spray of water. He wanted to touch her again, but he could feel that something was wrong.

Then she stepped out of the shower. Amber reached for a towel and dried off quickly. He moved beneath the spray of water, but he kept his gaze on her.

Something is very wrong. Moments before, everything had seemed so very right. “You…you did know Hycim, didn’t you?”

She wrapped the towel around her body. “He cut off my wings.”

What? Cass’s hand flew out and he yanked off the water.

“I’m sure you realized that I once had wings. My scars are very specific, wouldn’t you say?” Her smile was sad. “Hycim was incredibly strong, and he enjoyed using the darkest of magic. That magic helped him to resist Luke. He actually wanted to kill Luke, you see. And he managed to catch Luke at a vulnerable moment.”

“Hard to imagine Luke vulnerable.”

“Because he’s not that way often.”

His hands fisted and he remembered Hycim. The guy had been six foot five and thick with muscles. The only vampire/werewolf being in existence, he’d been heavy with power.

“Hycim cut off my wings with his claws. A normal weapon never would have taken them from me.” She bit her lower lip. “But…truth be told, I agreed to give Hycim those wings. They were a trade. He was going to give me something I wanted in return for them.”

“What did you want?”

Her head tilted to the right. “What do you want, Cass? What deal did you make with Luke? You tell me your terms and I’ll tell you mine.”

I was going to trade you for another woman. For a mate I could touch. For some reason, he just couldn’t force those words out. Maybe because…because he knew they would hurt Amber, and he didn’t want her hurt.

“I traded for someone I cared about,” she said softly and he saw her shoulders sag, as if she’d given up on getting an answer from him. As if she knew wanting that answer was pointless. “He needed time to get his strength back…he just needed time, and my wings gave him that time.”