Fuck.
My hands grip her hips, lifting her off her feet and pinning her against the van.She wraps her legs around my waist without hesitation, grinding against the hard length of my cock through our clothes, and the friction is exquisite torture.
“Tessa,” her name comes out rough, barely human.
“Shut up,” she gasps against my mouth.“Don’t talk.Just—”
I don’t let her finish.
I kiss her harder, deeper, one hand sliding up to fist in her hair while the other grips her ass, holding her exactly where I want her.She makes a sound, half-moan, half-whimper, and it goes straight to my cock.
My eyes are white now, fully shifted, and I know I should pull back.Should stop this before I lose control completely.But she’s not afraid.Even with my eyes glowing and my fangs scraping her skin and the inhuman strength of my grip on her body, she’s not pulling away.
She’s pulling closer.
Her hands slide under my shirt, nails dragging down my back, and the sharp bite of pain makes me snarl.I rock against her, letting her feel exactly what she does to me, and she moans into my mouth.
“Yes,” she breathes.“Vex, please—”
A throat clears behind us.
We both freeze.
I don’t turn around.Don’t need to.I can smell her, it’s Hannah’s scent mixed with Blade’s, cinnamon and leather and mate-bond so strong it’s almost visible.
“Seriously?”Hannah’s voice is caught somewhere between amused and exasperated.“The garage?Really?”
Tessa makes a strangled sound and tries to push me away, but I don’t budge.Not yet.First, I press my forehead against hers, eyes still locked on her face, and watch as the reality of what we doing crashes over her.
Her lips are swollen.Her pupils are blown wide.And the scent of her arousal is so strong it’s making my mouth water.
“Don’t,” the word comes out quiet.“Don’t run from this.”
“We can’t—”
“We just did.”
“Hannah’s right there—”
“I don’t care.”
“Vex—”
“I.Don’t.Care.”Each word is punctuated by the tiniest rock of my hips against hers, and she gasps.“About who’s watching.About whether this is a good idea.About anything except keeping you alive and preferably in my bed.”
Her eyes search mine, looking for something.A lie, maybe.A way out.But all she finds is truth.
“You’re insane,” she whispers.
“Probably.”I finally, reluctantly, lower her back to her feet but don’t step away.“Still leaving?”
She looks at the duffel bag she dropped, then back at me.“I don’t know.”
“Let me make it simple.”I crowd her again, backing her up until she’s pressed between me and the van with nowhere to go.“You leave, I follow.You run, I chase.You try to sacrifice yourself, I stop you.However many times it takes, whatever I have to do.You’re not getting away from me, Tessa.Not now.Not ever.”
“That’s not romantic,” she says, but her voice shakes.“That’s terrifying.”
“Good.”I lean in until my lips brush her ear.“Be terrified.Be angry.Be anything you want.But be alive.And be here.With me.”
