Vampires Never Cry Wolf (12 page)

“No fucking way.” The words still hanging in the air, his large hands cupped her breasts, the heat from his flesh seeping easily through the black lacy fabric of her bra. “I'm not going anywhere but here,” he growled.

Sadie cried out when the hot wet cavern of Killian's mouth covered her nipple. Tiny shocks ripped through her as he suckled. With one hand cupping her breast and the other arm clamped around her waist, he had her anchored to him and his touch. She'd been in sexual situations with humans and vampires countless times before, and yet she'd never felt the kind of masculine, animal strength she experienced with Killian. It was exotic, intense, carnal, and almost feral to be wrapped in his ironclad embrace.

Writhing against him, desperate to get closer, she shoved his jeans down his hips. Killian shuddered against her when her fingers curled around his steely length and she grinned. Killian's grip on her tightened and he flicked her nipple with his tongue, continuing his merciless assault. His hips pumped in slow strokes as Sadie ran her hand up and down the rigid stalk of flesh, massaging him eagerly with every pass. His body temperature skyrocketed and sweat slicked his skin, the hammering sound of his pulse calling to her deepest, most primal instincts.

Just as the bloodlust seemed like it would overcome her, Killian reached down and covered her sex with his hand. Sadie cried out when his thumb found her clit. It didn't matter that there were two layers of fabric between them; Killian pushed all the right buttons, working her into a frenzy with remarkable speed. Sadie tossed her head back and shouted his name as he rubbed her clit in sure, swift strokes. One of her hands pumping his cock, the other tangled in his wavy hair as Sadie held his head to her breast while he nipped, suckled, and massaged her to the brink of orgasm.

The climax coiled deep in her belly, and as Killian pumped into her hand, she knew he was close to the edge too. With the searing, enticing heat of his body pressed against her and with every nerve ending tingling to life, Sadie tightened her grip on him and tilted his head.

“Killian,” she said in a ragged whisper. “Let me taste you.”

With the peak of climax nearing, Killian lifted his head and captured her stare while rubbing her clit in tiny torturous circles. One word whispered into her mind.

Yes.

Had she heard it or was it wishful thinking? It didn't matter, because any resolve Sadie might have had went right out the window. She wasn't thinking about the ramifications of what it could mean. Hell, she wasn't thinking at all. At that instant Sadie had been reduced to her basest animal instincts, and all she could do was feel.

Her bright, sweet orgasm erupted. At the same time, Killian pumped his hips and his massive body shuddered in her arms as he came. Breathing heavily and with a growl rumbling in his chest, Killian tilted his head to the side, his unshaven cheek scraping along the tender flesh of her breast. With a curse, Sadie dipped her head and sank her fangs into his neck, sending another orgasm firing through Killian's body.

She expected her own pleasure to be heightened as well, but not like this. When the warm rich liquid touched her tongue, Sadie was a goner and her world exploded.

The second climax ripped through her with brutal force, and lights erupted behind her eyes. Sadie clung to him, her body humming with a bone-rattling surge of power from Killian's potent, life-giving blood. Her fingers tangled in his hair and she cradled him against her, reveling in the feel of his bulging, muscular form pressed against hers. Vibrating with unbridled energy and with a flash of unusually potent warmth coursing through her veins, Sadie knew she should stop. But as the images from his blood memories filled her head, stopping was no longer an option.

The
city
lights
glittering
like
diamonds
beneath
a
moonlit
sky.

The
hateful
gaze
of
his
brother, Horace, as he charged Killian in a battle to the death.

Grief. Anger. Pain. Betrayal. Loneliness.

His heartbeat, strong and formidable, reverberated through both of them, far more than it ever had when she was feeding from a human. Sadie found herself completely immersed in Killian's emotions.

If the watch Xavier gave her hadn't started beeping like a damn fire alarm, Sadie might not have stopped.

Aware that her body temperature was rising with Killian still wrapped around her, she knew she had to stop. Sadie waited for two more beats of his heart, allowing herself to float in the comforting blanket of his embrace before finally lifting her head. She sealed the wound, leaving no trace of their encounter, but his heartbeat still thrummed strongly through her body.

Eyes closed, her bones liquid, she slumped back against some boxes. She barely registered movement as Killian swiftly put himself back in his clothes. His heartbeat still thundered around her and through her, and when she finally opened her eyes, Killian stood between her legs staring at her with an awed expression. Damn it all to hell. He probably regretted what had just happened and was probably going to hightail it out of there—and she wouldn't blame him.

Killian didn't leave. Instead, he grabbed a dish towel from a nearby shelf and tenderly wiped Sadie's hands, removing all evidence of their passionate encounter. The sweet, thoughtful gesture was almost more than Sadie could take. If she looked him in the face, she might dissolve into tears like a stupid little girl.

Eyes closed, she stilled when Killian grasped her hips before running his thumb along the dip of her waist. An involuntary shiver shimmied up her spine from even that small brush of his flesh against hers. Finding her courage, Sadie finally flicked her eyes open and was met with Killian's warm gaze. The reality of the situation settled over her with a sudden wave of embarrassment and shame as she stared into his ruggedly handsome face.

Holy crap. She could not believe what she just did—what
they
just did.

“I'm sorry,” she said quickly. Sadie closed her eyes and hurriedly put her bra back in place before buttoning her blouse. Killian's heartbeat pounded like a fucking drum and still rattled through her. “Damn it all. I know better than to do something like this. I am too freaking old to be playing with fire like some kind of youngling vampire.”

“Don't you feel that?” he asked softly.

“What? Mortified?” Sadie rolled her eyes and puffed a long strand of hair out of her face before pushing him aside and hopping off the crates. “I'd say I'm in touch with that emotion,
and
your damn heartbeat is still ricocheting around me like a pinball machine.” Sadie let out a sound of frustration and snagged her jacket off the floor. Tugging it on, she spun around to face him. “I know it's been a couple of centuries, but I don't remember werewolf blood making me feel like this.”

“Sadie.” Killian whispered her name almost reverently and cradled her hands in his before placing them over her own chest. “That's not my heartbeat.”

“What are—” Sadie's words stuck in her throat, and her wide eyes searched his as she felt the steady and unmistakable thump of a heartbeat. Slow and clear. The pulse she'd been hearing and feeling wasn't Killian's…
It
was
hers
. “What the fuck is going on?” Her voice shaking with fear and confusion, she tugged her hands from Killian's and took a step away. She shook her head and squeezed her eyes shut in a feeble attempt to regain her focus. But he was right. Deep in her chest pounded the unmistakable beat of her long-dormant heart. Pointing at him accusingly, she flicked her eyes open and shouted, “Werewolf blood doesn't do this.”

No.
Killian's mouth set in a tight line and he let out a slow breath.
I
don't imagine any other wolf would have this effect on you.
Killian reached out to Sadie with his right hand, and she immediately stepped back. A look of disappointment flickered across his face, but it was swiftly replaced by anger, and his hand dropped to his side.
Then
again, you can't telepath with other wolves either, can you?

Holy shit. It had happened again. Hearing him in her mind wasn't just wishful thinking or her subconscious. It was Killian, and he'd deliberately telepathed to her. If Sadie was still breathing, she would have hyperventilated.

“No. I don't know what you're talking about.” Sadie shook her head furiously and pressed her hand over her chest again. She knew the denial sounded as hollow to him as it did to her. Her heartbeat was slowing, to her relief, but that did nothing to stop her from shaking like a leaf. The long-forgotten sensation had her spinning, and if she didn't get out of there and away from him, she was going to pass out. “I have to go.”

“You can't run away from me or from what's happening between us.” Killian moved quickly and stood in front of the door, blocking her exit. “Ignoring it won't make it go away.”

“What
it
would you be talking about?” Sadie threw her arms in the air.

“I'm not sure, but I know enough to know that tonight isn't the end.” His lips tilted. “Not by a long shot.”

“Well, I
am
sure about what happened and
it
is
the end. We hooked up, Killian. We got each other off and I drank your blood. That's it. End of story. A very fucked-up story but still—that's all that happened.” Her voice was edged with a hint of hysteria, and there was a good chance one or more of the supernaturals in the club might hear, but she didn't care. The entire time she ranted, Killian stared at her with an infuriatingly calm expression that made her want to smack the crap out of him.

“It was just sex, Killian. Hell, not even full-on sex. We fooled around and your blood made me a little nuts, that's all. It's probably because you're a royal or something.” She buttoned her jacket and smoothed her hair off her face in an effort to regain some kind of composure. “Now, get out of my way so I can go back to work and you can go back to your date.”

Killian stepped away, and then just before Sadie tugged the door open, he pressed his palm against it and held it shut.

“You like fighting with me, don't you?” Killian's gravelly voice skittered over her and the sound tickled her from the inside out. Even though he wasn't touching her, she could sense that every inch of his body was rigid, taut, and ready to pounce. “I have to admit, that turns me on. And I do love a challenge.”

Sadie was about to tell him to piss off when Trixie's frantic voice and pounding on the door interrupted them.

“Sadie?” Trixie shouted from the hallway. “Are you in there? What the fuck is going on? I've been calling you for, like, ten minutes and Killian's date is freaking out. She wants to know where he is.”

The cold finger of fear trickled up Sadie's back when the weight of Trixie's words settled over her. “Oh shit,” Sadie whispered.

“You closed your mind to her?” Killian tugged a strand of her hair, and the teasing tone of his voice made her want to kick him in the shin. “I'm flattered.”

“Stop that.” Sadie brushed his hand away and pointed at him. The man looked devastatingly handsome. Leaning against the wall next to the door, he seemed surprisingly unfazed by getting caught in the storage room like a couple of high school kids. Between the lopsided wolfish grin and the twinkle in his eye, Sadie had to look away or she might jump his bones. How could a guy look sexy and infuriatingly arrogant at the same time? “This isn't funny, Killian. Not even a little bit.”

Struggling to compose herself, Sadie plastered on a smile and gripped the handle tighter, preparing to face her sibling.

“You're right.” Killian's large hand covered hers on the doorknob, and his voice dipped to that low, sexy growl that curled Sadie's toes. His thumb rasped over her knuckles, and even the mere whisper of his flesh against hers sent a zing of electricity through her. How the hell had she let things get so out of control? Sadie let out a frustrated sigh and turned to look Killian in the eye. When her gaze clapped onto his, though, he tightened his grip on her hand and every coherent thought went out of her head. Killian dropped his voice to just above a whisper. “Whatever's happening between us isn't funny, Sadie, but it is very real.”

“You have to go.” Sadie tore her gaze away and stared at the dull, chipped paint on the door. “I'm not interested in playing games with you, Killian, or putting my club or my coven—to say nothing of the treaty—in jeopardy. This thing between us is finished.”

Without waiting for him to respond, Sadie yanked the door open so hard that it almost came off the hinges. She was greeted by Trixie, who looked more than a little annoyed at the delay.

“There you are.” Trixie threw her hands in the air and shouted, “What the hell, Sadie? I've been telepathing you forever. Why didn't you answer me?” Before Sadie could respond, Killian stepped into view and slipped past a visibly stunned Trixie into the small vestibule. “Holy shit.” Trixie looked from Killian to Sadie through wide eyes. “I guess that answers my question.”

“Sorry for holding Sadie up.” Killian bowed his head in deference to Trixie and winked at Sadie. “Thank you for the informative lesson. You can be sure that anytime I'm in my storage room taking inventory, I'll be thinking of you. As educational as this encounter has been, however, I really should return to my guests.”

“Right,” Trixie said nervously. As Killian walked up the steps, she mouthed
Oh—My—God
to Sadie and covered her growing smile with both hands.

As Killian's towering frame disappeared into the club, he whispered wickedly into Sadie's mind.
By
the
way, you and I are just getting started.