The cell door slammed shut behind Shane. They hadn’t thrown him back in solitary. Probably because they realized solitary wasn’t doing a damn thing to him.
He closed his eyes as he stood in the middle of that cell. He could still taste Olivia on his tongue. A taste that was far too sweet, like candy. A taste that had sent a surge of power flooding right through him.
He knew the taste of humans. He’d sampled too many of them over the years not to know their taste.
Olivia looked human. She smelled human. She sounded human.
But she tasted…like something different. Like something special. Something I need to have.
Olivia wasn’t human.
He knew it, and now…so would the werewolf.
David slowly opened his eyes. The collar on his neck burned because the damn thing was still pumping silver into him.
They’d caged him again. Put him in the solitary confinement area designed just for werewolves—a small, two by five box with silver walls.
He laughed as he sat in his hell.
The guards had no clue. No fucking clue.
The instrument he’d needed had just been delivered right into his hands. Finally, finally, he could start his attack.
And the humans could die.
Chapter Three
Olivia opened the door to her temporary quarters—and found a guard standing on the other side. Her heart jumped in surprise because she sure hadn’t been expecting the guy. “I, um, didn’t realize I’d have an escort this morning.” The night had been hell. Every time she closed her eyes, she’d seen not David—not his claws.
She’d seen Shane. He’d been in her mind all night long.
He mentioned Pate…Shane knows that Pate sent me in to Purgatory.
“I’m not your escort, doctor. I’m here to make sure you stay in the room you were assigned to.”
Wait, what? Olivia shook her head. “I’m not a prisoner here.”
He just stared back at her.
“The federal government sent me in here!” The freaking FBI! “I’m supposed to be interviewing the inmates!” She hurried forward.
He blocked her path. “I’m sorry ma’am, but Warden Killian sent me here. You aren’t to get past me. You’re to stay in your quarters until the ferry comes back on Friday.”
That was days away. “You are kidding me.”
“He said your assignment at Purgatory is over.” Sympathy flashed on his face, but his tone didn’t soften. “So until the boat can come back for you, I’m afraid you don’t get to leave this area.”
The hell that would happen. Fury pounded through her body. “Get your warden on the radio. Now. I have connections that man can’t even dream about.” Such a giant lie. She had one connection, but she would sure use it. “How does he think I got here in the first place? And if I do not get to continue my job, Warden Killian and you are both going to find your asses facing questions from the FBI.”
The guard swallowed and his Adam’s apple bobbed nervously. He hesitated a moment longer.
“Get that radio!”
He snatched up his radio.
Olivia’s wound throbbed. Something is wrong here. Very, very wrong at Purgatory. Every instinct she had was screaming at her, and Olivia only knew one thing with certainty.
She had to see Shane, immediately.
“I wish you’d get out of my way,” she snarled at the guard. “Just—move.”
His face went slack with shock, and, surprisingly, he did.
She took that opportunity, and Olivia ran past the guard as fast as she could. I won’t be locked up like the prisoners.
Because she wasn’t one of them.
Shane’s head whipped up. His heart drummed even faster in his chest. He could hear the sound of frantic footsteps coming his way. He inhaled, catching the scents around him—
Just as the footsteps turned and started running in the opposite direction.
“Olivia.” Her name escaped from him as a growl. He grabbed for the cell door, and he yanked the thing right off its hinges.
The vamps in the cells around him began to yell.
“Get me out, man!”
“Break my fucking door!”
“He’s out, he’s out!”
He ran past them, following the sounds of those fleeing footsteps. The steps weren’t heading toward the vamp wing any longer. They were rushing toward the part of the facility that housed the werewolves.
He sped faster after her—and it was Olivia he was pursuing. He’d taken her blood, and now…hell, now he could track her any place. Any time.
She’d never escape him.
He rounded the corner and saw her just before she could disappear into a long corridor.
Shane snagged her wrist, and his fingers slid over the white bandage that covered her wound. She spun around, her hands tight, little fists, and one of those fists drove straight into his jaw.
Work on that hook, doc. Work on it.
“It’s me,” he whispered. Video cameras had to be watching, and he had pretty much screwed his cover to hell and back, but maybe he could still make this work…maybe…if he played things just right.
He pinned her against the nearest wall. Caged her with his body.
“What are you doing?” Olivia demanded, her voice high and sharp.
His body pressed to hers. Desire surged through him when he felt her curves against him. And when she twisted, rubbing her soft body against him…a groan broke from Shane’s lips.
“I need your help!” Olivia said. “I need—”
He kissed her. For two reasons. Reason one…because he had to stop her from talking before the woman shredded his cover by saying the wrong thing.
Reason two…he fucking wanted her mouth.
Her lips were open, and he liked that—oh, but it made things easier. His tongue slipped over the edge of her lips, slipped right inside her mouth, and she gasped.
His body pressed ever closer to hers. Her hands were against the wall, held captive by his grip, and her mouth—she was kissing him back.
The desire he felt surged ever stronger within him. Her mouth opened more for him, and her soft lips moved lightly against his own.
He would have fucking kissed her forever…if he wasn’t sure they were about to be in some serious danger. So, hating it, Shane pulled his mouth from hers. But then he kissed her jaw. Her stubborn and damn adorable jaw, and then, with his mouth close to the shell of her ear, he whispered, “Surveillance—audio and video. Watch what you say.”
He could hear the thunder of her heartbeat.
“Dragon…” He barely breathed that word, but he knew she needed the reassurance it would give her. He’d tried to clue her in yesterday, but, this time, he needed her to fully know that she could count on him.
Her body trembled against his. “I knew…last night…”
He licked her ear. Just for the hell of it. The ear was there, he liked the delicate shell, so he licked it—and she trembled again.
His cock stiffened even more. And her pulse was so close. Racing. If he just bent down and kissed her neck that frantic pulse beat would be beneath his mouth.
“Something is wrong here…my…my silver remote didn’t work yesterday. And it took the guards too long…to help me.”
He pulled back, just a bit, to study her. In the distance, he could hear the sound of metal doors clanging. Security was coming. But they’d been too slow about it. The guards must have seen them on the video camera, and they’d just left Olivia alone in the hallway with a monster.