Page 27 of Deadly Alliance

Chapter Eleven

Shane’s eyes burned,and his nose was filled with the stench of blood. His body ached, but it was the frustration of wasted efforts that left the worst aftertaste at what he’d done, and that, however much he scrubbed his skin, the gore of his actions remained on his soul.

The water beating over his head and shoulders was scalding, and he badly needed it. After they had learned how futile their attempts had been to interrogate Bolton, Zin had dragged the bloody man to his cell before punching a hole in the wall as he headed to the gym shower.

Jace directed him to the shower in Zack’s office before closing the door. Shane had been grateful not to meet Emme on the way. He didn’t want her to see him like that—that ruthless, cruel part of him that he tapped into only when there wasn’t any other solution. The whole time he was working on Bolton, his brain teased him with thoughts that Emme could have been a victim, maybe dead because of this madman like Misty was.

Fury blurred his mind to the point where he’d almost killed the bastard. Zin had to intervene and pull him back out of his head and into the mission. And it had been for nothing. He had to find another avenue.

He had to make sure that he had worked alone, that there wasn’t another helpless victim stashed somewhere. Only then would he be able to deal with the pain and face Misty’s brother. He needed to see Nicholas whole again; he owed it to his best friend.

“Shane?” Emme’s soft, yet tentative voice pushed through the fog of his mind. It was too soon; he couldn’t face her yet. There was nothing gentle, patient, or loving inside him right now.

“Get out, Emme. Now!” His voice sounded like a whip, bouncing loudly over the tiled walls. He should have cringed and apologised, but Shane wasn’t back yet. Because that man wouldn’t have been able to torture a human being, but the beast inside him could.

Steam billowed around him as he tried to focus on the cold tiles under his palms and the hot water streaming over his back and through his hair. His eyes looked down, following the trail of water falling from his arms to the drain.

At least it wasn’t red anymore. Cold air touched his skin and he cursed. His hands turned to fists, as he battled with rising lust and the violence still coursing through his body. Emme needed better from him. Hands touched his back, sliding up and down, on each side of his spine before sliding around his waist.

He felt her naked body slick against his skin and it drove him crazy. He didn’t recognise the sound of despair that crossed his lips as his resolve to shield her from himself dissolved.

“Shane…”

His body reacted to the plea in her voice, and before he could stop himself, he had Emme plastered against the glass wall and his mouth over hers. His body was in overdrive, and it took a moment for him to grasp the last thread of sanity and realise he wasn’t kissing her, he was devouring her like a starving man.

Heaving, he tried to push away, but Emme followed, clinging to him, crushing her mouth over his. Didn’t the woman have any self-preservation? It seemed Emme wasn’t to be deterred when she followed his retreat, determined to get her way. He’d severely underestimated the Emme’s stubbornness when she wrapped her arms around his neck and circled his hips with her thighs.

When she nipped his earlobe, Shane shivered despite the shower and filled his hands with her lush ass, causing her feminine heat to nestle his throbbing cock.

“If you think you can turn your back on me, shield me again, Rhodes, you’re dealing with the wrong kind of woman. I’ve been raised by a father with a military background and older brothers. I’m not made of glass, and if I step out of this shower stall without the prints of your hands on my skin and a few love bites, I will be very pissed off. I won’t hold back with you. Don’t you dare hold back for me.” And to prove her point she dug her nails into his skin and dragged them over his shoulders.

Slowly losing the battle, Shane decided to cling onto her—to Emme—instead of his sanity. She wanted to see that side of him, the weary, dark warrior—he was ready to indulge the British lady capable of twisting his guts with fire from a single touch.

When she bared her neck to him, Shane knew his control was gone for good. As he licked the delicate skin, the addictive taste made him hungry. If he stopped now, he wouldn’t be able to breathe. Pushing her hard against the wall again, Shane wanted to free his hands, so he let her slide until her feet touched the ground.

Indulging in the friction, he rubbed himself against her like a tomcat as his lips kissed a trail to her breast. He knew his touch was too rough, his teeth scraping, but he was too far gone. He caught one of her pink nipples, pulling hard. Emme arched against him, her fingers tugging at his hair showing she was as lost and wild as he was, and it fuelled the insatiable predator inside him. He wanted more. He wanted everything from her and he would get it. His hands and mouth blazed a trail over her trembling body, exploring exquisite territory at a breath-taking pace, only slowing when he sensed her body trembling, her breath hitching, or the grip on his hair tightening.

His palms mimicked the stream of water over her thighs until he got on his knees before her. Her muscles bunched as if restraining herself, but Shane was having none of that and steadied her, hoisting one of her knees on his shoulder.

Ready to launch his attack, he looked up at Emme who was breathing hard, here gaze fiery embers, her body tense and undulating in anticipation. Never breaking eye contact, Shane offered her a predatory smile before lapping the dripping water off her sex, tickling her labia before taking his first good taste. Heaven didn’t start to describe how Shane felt, as he pleasured Emme with his mouth. It was as if his world had righted itself again.

The moans coming from her, how her body trembled, made him feel both powerful and humbled. He could have hurt her in the state he was in, and she trusted him enough to take care of her.

Emboldened and burning to the point of pain, Shane didn’t hold back. He circled her clit and Emme buckled in reaction, sliding a little against the wet tiles, but Shane tightened his hold on her as he intensified his assault. As he brutally sucked at her tender flesh, she started to tremble before shattering around him at record speed. Shane gathered her limp form in his arms and gently laid her down on the warm tiles, caressing her in the aftermath of her orgasm.

His hands were trembling hard now as he overflowed with adrenaline and lust. He wished he had brought protection, but with the latest developments, sex had taken a backseat in his head.

Desperate for release, Shane closed his fist around his throbbing cock as he rubbed his cheek against her belly.

“Wait…”

He thought he was imagining her voice until he felt her move. Emme half-crawled away and extended her hand to grab her pants and showed him a condom.

Shane didn’t know if he wanted to laugh or praise his good fortune. “Were you that hopeful?”

Emme sensually crawled over him, offering him a glorious smile. “I was that desperate. I need to have you inside me. Get at it, soldier.”

Despite the water making his hands slippery, he sheathed himself in record time. “It’s sailor, Emme Wallace. Don’t forget it.” And with the last wisps of desperation disappearing down the drain, he pushed himself inside her. The moan she relinquished was music to his ears.