"Did he now?" There was an edge in his voice that surprised me. It almost seemed as if he were angry. Furious, even. "Did he kiss you?"
I frowned. "Why?"
"Because I've heard him boast that once he kisses a woman, she is his unto death."
And I could hardly be Dante's when I was his. I snorted. This wolf was a control freak. "He tried to, but I threatened to knock his balls through his ass and that seemed to do the trick."
Although if he had really tried, would I have been so resistant? Somehow, I didn't think so.
He seemed to relax a little. "How badly were you hurt?"
"One of them had something of a flesh fetish. He took a chunk out of my shoulder before he started feeding." I shrugged again. "It's just another scar to add to the list."
"Show me."
"Kye, it's fine. I shifted shape—"
He moved, his right arm slashing downwards, something sharp and silver glittering in his hand. A heartbeat later, the front of my t-shirt fell open, the knife slicing through it like butter but never touching my skin.
"If you don't want the rest of the shirt sliced up, you'll show me the wound."
His voice was hard and cold, the total opposite of his eyes. I returned his gaze, wishing I could just smash the arrogance from his face and walk out, yet unable to do it. I might hate him, but I needed this. Needed him. Not just sexually, but in a deeper, more fundamental way. After six months apart, it suddenly seemed as if he was as vital to my wolf as air.
Without a word, I shucked off the remains of my t-shirt and turned around. I didn't hear a step, but the scent of him swirled more strongly around me—a sensual and heated caress that had my nostrils flaring and body burning.
Then his fingers brushed my skin and it was all I could do not to press back into his caress.
"It's going to leave one hell of a nasty scar," he murmured, his voice flat and emotionless as he slid his fingers slowly down my spine. "And your pants are soaked with blood. Best not to let the vampire bite you for a few days."
"What the vampire and I do is none of your business." I spun around before the knife could flash and my jeans met the same fate as the t-shirt. "Where the fuck did you pull that from?"
"This?" He rolled the weapon through his fingertips, the blade a blur of silver fire. "Sheath at the small of my back. And you'd be wrong about it being none of my business."
I ignored the latter part of his comment, and said, "That blade is silver, so I take it the sheath is lead-lined?"
He raised an eyebrow. "Why would you care one way or the other?"
"I don't." I was just curious. Silver was deadly to a wolf, and it was extremely unusual for one of us to carry it so close. But then, he also used silver bullets in his gun. Obviously, he wasn't worried about his own weapons being used against him. I retrieved the phone from my pocket. "Give me your phone number, and I'll transfer the file you wanted."
"Why don't you just tell me the important bits." The blade disappeared as quickly as it had appeared. This wolf was frighteningly fast.
"You know, as much as I'd really love to stand here and chat about the case—" My voice was dry and a smile touched the corners of his mouth— "the fact is I haven't actually read the file."
"Sarcasm is something of a fall back for you, isn't it?"
"Much the same as murder is for you. Do you want the file or not?"
"I want the file." His voice was soft, and the smile still played about his mouth. I tried to ignore it, but my damn gaze kept dropping. "I also want this."
His hand snaked out and wrapped around the back of my neck, dragging me to the lips I'd been desperately trying to avoid.
His kiss was heated and hard, and it was everything I craved, everything I wanted. I gave in to the power of it, wrapping my arms around his neck, clinging to him, tasting him as fully as he tasted me.
He gave a low growl in the back of his throat and suddenly I was being pushed backwards. My back hit the wall and I grunted at the force of it, yet still I kissed him, my wolf desperate for his taste and his touch after such a long absence.
His hands cupped my breasts, squeezing and teasing as his lips left mine, kissing my face, my neck, my throat. I shuddered, my legs suddenly weak, my knees threatening to buckle at the force of pleasure rolling through me.
I grabbed his T-shirt and ripped it up the middle, exposing the beauty of his chest and stomach. I slid my hands up his abs, feeling the quiver in his muscles, reveling at the intensity of desire so evident there.
He undid the button and the zip on my jeans, then his hand was sliding past the elastic of my panties, down to the place that was so wet and eager for his touch. I moaned as he touched my clit, arching forward into his touch, wanting more. He chuckled softly and thrust his fingers deep inside me.
But as good as it felt—as desperately as I wanted that and more—sanity sparked somewhere deep inside.
No matter how much I might crave this, I couldn't let it go any further. It would only strengthen the ties that bound us.
So I shoved my hands against his chest and pushed him away from me as hard as I could.
He flew backwards, but all too quickly regained his balance, his hand instinctively reaching for the knife sheathed at his back. I shifted my stance, ready for anything, my breathing little more than pants of air.
Then his gaze met mine and his hand dropped. But he didn't relax, and neither did I.
This wolf was an explosion waiting to happen.
"I didn't come here for sex, Kye. And I will not give in to this."
"You have no choice." His voice was rough with the urgency that still burned between us. "Neither of us do."
"We're not animals, Kye, and I will control this." I bent and retrieved my phone from the floor, though I couldn't remember even dropping it. "Phone number?"
He spat the numbers out. I transferred the file, then shoved the phone into my pocket and did up my jeans. "I'll be going now. Don't bother walking me out."
He smiled. It was a cold, hard thing. "Don't think you're going to get away that easily."
I didn't even look at him, just turned and walked for the door.
"I want to see you again, Riley."
I ignored him and kept walking. It was the hardest thing I've ever done in my life.
"Lunch tomorrow, at Franklin's in La Trobe Street. Wear something nice. They have a strict dress code for entry."
I spun around at that. I couldn't help it. "You want a fucking date? Why, when neither of us want this relationship?"
"I may not want the relationship, but I want you, and I also want information about this case. And I always get want I want, Riley. One way or another."
I stared at him, hating him more than ever, and yet fearing what he could do. He was a killer without conscience, and the threat he posed to those I loved loomed large in my mind.
"That's blackmail on top of attempted murder, Kye. I can now officially kill you."
He moved with frightening speed. One minute his hand was empty, the next there was a gun in it. I think he pulled it from an ankle holster, but I wasn't one hundred percent certain. "And this is loaded with silver bullets. Don't think I won't hesitate to shoot if I need to, Riley."
My hands where clenched so hard my fingernails were digging into my palm. I forced myself to relax, and gave one short, sharp nod. "Franklins at lunchtime, then."
I turned and walked out. But I was barely through the door when he added, "And Riley? Stay away from Starke."
I didn't ask why. I just got the hell out of there.
Chapter Six
Rhoan and Liander were both home when I got there.