“Is that so?” He taunted, his intense blue gaze seeming to glow in the dark. “Why not?”
I crossed my arms over my chest and unsuccessfully tried to stop the shiver coursing through me. “Because you showed up at my work, after getting into a fight with my friend,” I paused, not sure how to categorize my relationship with Ace. After all, we’d known each other for less than ten minutes before we’d been interrupted. I wasn’t about to confess how I still lusted after the biker to this bizarrely intense man for any amount of money in the world. “Then, you stalk me from the woods, comment on my body odor, and refuse to let me go back to work. All of which is making me really uncomfortable.”
Kane grinned like he’d just been complimented. If I didn’t already know he was insane, that alone would have sealed the deal. The man was completely unhinged.
“You don’t know,” he said with a bit of awe, that same smile pulling up the corners of his cruel mouth. “He never told you.”
I didn’t know what the hell he was going on about, but it was best to keep him talking because at least then he wasn’t assaulting me. “Know what?”
Kane asked another question instead of answering mine. “Are you feeling more energized lately? Sleeping less?” He tossed a look at the empty carton of fries in my hand. “Eating more?”
Ok, was this guy hitting on me or calling me names? What a weirdo. Now I was pissed. This must be the famous “negging” I’d heard women talking so much about. When guys try to shoot down your self-esteem so that they actually have a shot with you. Jokes on him. My self-esteem would never be so low as to accept a date from this mouth-breather!
“What the hell is with all these personal questions?” I demanded, anger suddenly overcoming my fear.
Close enough now to reach out and touch me, Kane tilted his head like a dog who’d heard a high-pitched noise that was inaudible to everyone else. “I can see that he didn’t. What a fool. To leave his little prize ignorant and unattended. Ace is going to live to regret that.”
I knew this man was crazy, but what the heck did his fixation with Ace have to do with me? “Is that what this is about? Are you jealous of the guy or something? Look, I’m not interested in being the bone the two of you fight over. I’m not even with Ace. We’d only just met the night you showed up at Chubs. If you want to get to him, I’m telling you now, I’m a poor choice of weapons.”
Kane’s face hardened faster than quick set concrete at my blunt words. “I’d never be jealous of a Night Stalker.”
Okay, I guess I miscalculated how much the two clubs despised one another. Telling Kane he was jealous of Ace had been an exceptionally poor choice on my part. It seemed to make the biker even more cold and detached from reality than he already was. An impressive feat, given the man was already the human equivalent of the Arctic.
“I’ve got to get back to work,” I reminded him, hoping I sounded bored, and not terrified, like I actually was.
Kane, pressing his advantage, came toe to toe with me then. His hands locked down on my shoulders and he leaned in so closely I could smell his cologne.
No, not cologne. His personal scent. It wasn’t unpleasant, per se, just not to my liking. Kind of sweet, though it held a bitter note, like burned sugar, which turned me off completely.
Because the biker was so tall, he blocked out the moon behind us by looming over me with his hulking frame. His nose trailed slowly along the column of my neck as I helplessly shuddered at his unprovoked touch.
“Fuck me!” he purred, his own body beginning to tremble. Not with fear, but unspent lust. “You’re the best smelling omega I’ve ever met. I want to roll in your scent and get it all over me.”
There was that word again. “Omega”. He’d said that to Ace outside the bar, and now he’d used it again in reference to me. What the hell did it mean? Why did he keep using it in regard to my scent?
In a sudden burst of bravery, and a healthy dose of self-preservation, I shoved against the man’s rock-hard chest with all my strength. To my utter disbelief, he didn’t even budge an inch. Was this man made out of stone or something?
To my increasing horror, the creep licked my neck, like a predator preparing to feast. “I can practically feel your pussy gripping my dick whenever I take in that sweet, sweet smell, baby girl. Can you feel how hard I am?” He rasped, lust thickening his tone several degrees. Kane rubbed himself against me to punctuate the “point” and nausea rose in my throat. “You’ve got me so worked up, I could pound nails with my cock. I don’t know what I want to do first, fuck or bite you.”
Disgustingly, I could feel the foul man pulsing against me. I was being held flush against the front of him and couldn’t avoid a single inch of his hard body.
Sucking in a deep breath, I prepared to scream. Kane clapped an anticipatory paw over my mouth before I could get it out. His hand was so big, it covered my entire jaw.
“Don’t go screaming and ruining our good time together, Kitten. I’m not ready to say goodbye just yet,” Kane teasingly reprimanded. “There’s so much more I’d like to do to you first.”
I tried yelling against his meaty palm. However, his flesh muffled the sound, rendering my efforts useless. In response to my defiance, he reached around my back with his free hand, collaring my neck with it. Adding pressure, he gave it a hardy squeeze to remind me who was in charge.
“What did I say about screaming?!” Kane demanded, threateningly.
I might not be strong enough to overpower the great beast of a man, but there was something I could do. Biting down like he was a crisp apple, I tore into his flesh and gave my head a vicious shake. Blood, hot and foul, flooded into my mouth, staining the spaces between my teeth like rich, red wine.
Ripping his hand free from my teeth, Kane swore a blue streak. “Fucking hell, woman! You might never have turned before, but those fucking teeth are sharp!”
Per usual, I didn’t know what the fuck he was talking about, but it didn’t matter. This was war, and I was willing to do anything to win this uneven battle.
“If you try to putanythingelse in or near my mouth,” I warned, shaking with fear and fury, “I’ll bite that too!”
Chuckling, Kane didn’t release me, but he did begin to examine his bloody palm in the moonlight. “I like a fighter, babe. It turns me on.” He ground his hips against me once more to show my violence hadn’t dampened his ardor any. “I like to draw blood, too. When I shove this knot into your tight little cunt, it’ll make this,” he flashed his hand at me, “look like a pathetic papercut.”
