They weren’t soul-less devils. They yearned. They wanted.
They loved.
The woman had worked her way right under his skin and into his soul. He hadn’t even seen the threat coming until it was too late.
But then her heart had trembled and he’d known she was slipping away—my life for hers, in an instant.
Love.
Hell, he knew he’d really fallen for her long before. When he’d first started to watch her. To see how bravely she fought. How fiercely she protected the ones she thought were Innocents.
He blew lightly against her fingers and saw the shiver that worked the length of her body. “I wasn’t going to let you die, not when I could save you.” And she would have died. One look at her injuries and he’d known they were much, much worse than his.
“You do that again…” She lifted onto her knees and glared at him, but had to swallow before she could mumble, “I-I’ll kill you.”
Sweet. He almost smiled. Almost. “Why don’t you fuck me instead?” His cock was up, so stiff it hurt, and the memory of her cold flesh seared his mind.
Warmth.
Life.
Sex.
He wanted it, her—and he wanted to claim her right then.
Where they were, what the hell had happened to them, how they’d both survived—those details could come later.
Now, he just needed her.
Her fingers wrapped around his cock. Her grip, warm and strong, tightened around him. Simon’s breath hissed out as she guided him to her sex.
Wet—warmer. Hot.
Flesh to flesh. Sex to sex.
His cock pushed past the quivering lips that guarded her core. He felt the brief resistance of her inner muscles, the strain to accommodate his length. With a flex of his hips, he drove deep in a long, steady glide.
Her eyes held his. The brown bled away until only darkness remained.
A darkness to match his own.
She rose above him, slowly at first, letting him feel the wet retreat of her sex, the soft silk of her body. His fingers clenched around her hips and he pushed her back, arching up with a hard thrust.
Still her eyes stayed on his.
He could see the edge of her fangs, but she made no move to drink from him.
Her sex squeezed him, and she rose again. A long-torture-him move. Sweat beaded his brow as he watched her. The heat and fury of their previous lovemaking was gone. This was different.
He pushed up and his mouth closed over her nipple. He sucked her, licked, laving with his tongue. Such tender flesh.
Her fingers sank into his hair and she held him close as she rose again, then sank back down, taking his cock balls-deep in her slick heat.
The need to thrust, to shove deep and take control, pounded through him, but he yanked the lust back on its leash.
She needed this. So did he.
Softness, restraint. Control.
For once.
Because death had been too close.
Her fingers tugged at his hair and his mouth freed her breast. He looked up at her.
“Kiss me,” she whispered.
Like he had to be asked.
Her head lowered and her mouth took his. No fury this time. Only need.
Only need.
Her hips rocked against him, the slow motions driving him out of his mind.
Not yet. Can’t come yet.
Her tongue licked across his lips. “You scared me.”
Rise. Fall.
The hot fist of her sex milking his cock.
His thighs clenched beneath her and his spine stiffened.
“I thought…” She drove down on him, a bit harder now, a little more desperate. “Th-that you’d die on me.”
That had been the plan.
Her fingers slipped down his neck. Caught his shoulder and her nails dug into the skin. “Why?”
She’d stilled on him. Her sex was so tight and hot and she’d stilled.
His breath heaved out. All he could smell was her. All he could taste was her. Feel—her. “Don’t you know?” he gritted, his cock ready to burst. One more glide, just one.
Her nails dug deeper and her slender hips didn’t move. “Tell me.”
He looked up at her. Nowhere to hide. “Because I would fucking die for you. I nearly did.”
The bloodlust, no the lust for her, only her, broke free. He grabbed her hips and shoved up, deep and hard, and she came around him, choking out a cry as her eyes widened and the ripples of her release contracted around his cock.
He climaxed on a long, hot wave of pleasure and he held her, as tight as he could, and knew that no way, no fucking way, was he gonna let Sandra Dee go.
He’d die for her, and, hell, yeah, he’d kill for her. In a heartbeat.
Because the truth was the woman held his heart in her hand. In the same hand that she usually held her beloved stakes.
When her heartbeat slowed down and the tremors finally left her body, Dee sucked in a deep breath. Probably shouldn’t have jumped him right away.
But she’d needed him. Too close to death.
Her nails raked down his chest. Paused over the heart that raced beneath her touch. He watched her, with eyes gone smoky again.
“We were out for two days,” she told him, aware that her voice was too husky. A good orgasm did that to her, though, and with Simon, the orgasms were always good.
Her sex clenched with a little aftershock of pleasure and she saw his pupils flare.
Move. Before she took him again. No, before he took her. His cock was swelling again, growing and stretching and pressing just where she needed him to—
Dee pushed up on her knees and carefully separated their bodies. They’d have company soon, and as much as she’d like another ride, the pleasure would have to wait.
Dealing with the psychotic undead came first.
Simon’s gaze dropped to her sex and he licked his lips.
Dee swallowed and rolled away from him. “We’re at a motel, about three hours away from Hueco.” They’d retreated. Well, not them so much as Zane and Jude had retreated for them. Because when the hunters had first found her and Simon, she hadn’t exactly been in a frame of mind to help out and plan much.
But Jude and Zane had been right. Retreat was the only option. They’d been too weak for anything else.
“Why do I feel so good?”
She glanced over her shoulder and saw him staring down at his unmarred chest. No wounds. The horrible gashes were gone now. Grabbing her shirt, she told him quietly, “Shifter blood.” Plus a helping of demon blood.
But it was the shifter blood given freely by Erin and Jude that had really healed them. There was power in a shifter’s blood. Shifters were beings that some believed carried two spirits and with two spirits, the strength influx was double.
Without that shifter blood, they’d both still be unconscious, their bodies struggling to heal from their wounds.
“It was a fucking ambush, wasn’t it?”
Dee found a pair of panties and shimmied into them before yanking up her—
“I love your ass.”
She glanced back at him. Yep, his gaze was on her butt. She hiked up the jeans.
His gaze rose to her face. “Your Night Watch hunters got us out?”
“Yes.”
“I figured the demon would be coming. I knew he’d get you out of that metal hell. Just had to make sure you survived long enough.”
The rage stirred then, and she’d tried so hard to keep the fury in check. “It didn’t matter how long you survived, huh?”
He blinked.
“You left me in that trap, alone, and I could hear you dying—” Her voice broke at the end. Weak. Hell.
A muscle flexed in his jaw. “And before I forced you to drink, I saw you dying. My choice, Dee. Mine. You can bet that I’ll do anything to save you. Anything.”
The emotion was there, swimming in his eyes.