She was aware that what was happening between them was out of her control and a horrible idea. But no matter how much the annoying voice in the back of her head told her that getting mixed up with someone in the Alliance was aterribledecision, her body ached for him so bad that she didn’t care.
When his hand slid between her legs, Willow nipped his lip again, and this time, she drew blood. Not even with her past lovers had she drawn blood. The idea of feeding on humans who didn’t know it was happening always seemed wrong to her. She mainly survived on blood bags, and occasionally she would hunt animals too. However, she was so far gone that she didn’t care.
The single drop of blood that hit her tongue did something she’d never experienced before. It woke something ancient, primal, and so voracious she almost broke the kiss to sink her fangs into his throat. But his hand was in her hair, holding her close as he kissed her like he was never going to let her go.
And she hoped he never did as his blood suffused her with strength while his finger brushed her clit in a teasing caress that almost caused her to jump out of her skin. His hand moving between her legs was so slow she wanted to scream at him to end her torment.
A throaty, pleading moan sounded in the back of her throat. Maybe, when she came to her senses, she’d be embarrassed about the desperation in that sound, but right now, she was impatient to have him put her out of her misery.
And then his finger was inside her as his hand tightened on her hair, and he pulled her head back to give him better access to her mouth. He moved his finger within her in such a way that he was rubbing against her clit, and with every thrust, he demanded more from her; she gave it to him.
When her bite closed, she almost bit him again, but he did something with his hand that made her forget all about his blood. She’d never been touched with such confidence before, never known her body could be this aroused and aching for release.
And then, she came so hard that bursts of white flared behind her closed eyes, and his kiss muffled her cry.
The scent of her release, the feel of her sheath clenching around his finger, and the ecstasy she emitted all made him crave more. He needed inside her, and she must feel the same way as her hands were almost frantic when they fell on the front of his jeans.
She undid his button, slid his zipper down, and pulled his dick free. When her hand encircled his shaft and stroked him, he almost drove his fist into the wall to keep from coming.
A loud bang barely penetrated the all-consuming urgency gripping him. He had to be inside her, claiming her, and marking her as his. He couldn’t wait any longer.
Releasing her hair and pulling his hand out from between her legs, he grasped the edge of his jeans and went to push them him down when someone shouted downstairs. Willow tore her mouth away from his and gasped for breath.
When another shout sounded, Declan snarled and nearly tore the sink from the wall. Willow stiffened, and ever so slowly, her head turned back to his. Whatever she saw on his face caused her eyebrows to shoot up, and her mouth parted.
His breath rattled in and out as he struggled to regain control, but now that there was a crack in his armor, the demon wouldn’t be so easily caged. He pictured it crawling up from inside him and tearing at the walls he’d constructed with eviscerating claws.
Every part of him demanded he finish what they’d started even as another shout sounded from downstairs. That shout slammed the walls back in place around the demon more than anything he did. No matter how badly he wanted Willow, her safety came first.
Tugging his jeans up, he forced his cock back inside them as he willed his erection to subside; the continued shouts and the idea that Willow was in danger helped with this. He buttoned his jeans and spun toward the door. He welcomed the opportunity to unleash the violence boiling inside him.
Willow wasn’t as fast to recover as Declan. She sat, gaping after him as he opened the door and stalked into the hall. He was lethal, but he was also usually calm and patient with his reactions to others. The fiery rage in his eyes before he left the room was neither of those things.
She’d been shaken many times in her life. What he made her experience was one of those times, but that look in his eyes rattled her so much she couldn’t move.
And then, another shout sounded; except this time, she understood the words and realized she had to stop Declan.
Chapter Twenty-Six
Willow pulledup her jeans as she ran out the door behind him. In her rush and with her awkward tugging on her button, she almost staggered into the wall, but she caught up to Declan as he reached the stairs. Grasping his arm, she jerked him back before he descended.
She almost cringed when his head turned and those vivid red eyes landed on her. She’d never expected to see him like this, and what he might do frightened her. He’d saved her from Savages, he’d been nothing but kind and gentle with her, but she saw nothing of that man in the vampire standing before her.
Still, she couldn’t back down. These people had helped them, they’d opened their home to them, and she would protect them, even if it was from Declan.
“They’re not a threat,” she whispered.
His arm vibrated beneath her hand as his lips skimmed back to reveal his fangs. Instead of letting go, her hand squeezed his arm. She sensed he needed her, and she wouldn’t shy away from that.
From below, a high-pitched, young female voice shouted, “You can’t tell me what to do!”
“As long as you live in this house—”
“Then I won’t live in this house anymore!” the young woman interrupted Gus. “You would love that, wouldn’t you? It would make the two of you so happy to see me gone!”
“That’s not true, and you know it,” Cheryl said.
Willow winced at the reasonable tone guaranteed to set off any emotional teen girl.
