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She jerked against him and came on a long rush as she gasped his name.
Fucking perfect.
He pulled back and positioned his cock at the hot entrance of her body, then he drove deep in one long, hard thrust.
Her eyes were wide open. On him. The contractions from her climax squeezed his cock. So damn good. He withdrew, then plunged back into her. Jana locked her legs around him and held tight.
Not soft. Not easy. Not this time.
Too desperate. Too much fear and worry inside. Too much lust.
His thrusts were fast and frantic as he pounded into her, and she met him, arching and driving right back at him. Her breath panted. His heartbeat thundered in his ears. Faster. Faster.
When she tensed beneath him, he knew another climax was close. He kissed her, thrusting his tongue into her mouth just as her orgasm hit.
Holy fuck.
His spine tightened. He plunged into her. Again. Again. His fingers bit into her hips. The bed squeaked. Sweat slickened his body.
So wet and tight and so?—
Jana.
He erupted into her, coming on a blast of pleasure that burned through him, singeing his flesh and leaving him hollowed out, weak and wanting more. Of her—always more.
* * *
Special Agent Kelly Thomas stared up at the darkened house on Louis Avenue. She’d known that Zane Wynter would be coming home sooner or later, so she’d just waited for him. No need to follow the man around the state, not when she knew where he was heading.
Home.
Zane was her key. She knew it. The man was a fine hunter, one of the best. All the Night Watch hunters had solid—and dangerous—reputations when it came to tracking and apprehending their prey. Hell, that was why the FBI contracted out with them so much. Why should the agents get their hands dirty when Night Watch could handle the blood so much easier? She’d thought this case would be handled fast by Night Watch. By Zane. Guess I thought wrong.
Zane knew how to take down Ignitors. He didn’t let their humanity stop him. He killed them, end of story.
Or, that had been the end, until Jana Carter came along.
Back in New Orleans, she’d seen the way Zane’s face hardened when he talked about her. Seen the slight widening of his nostrils, the lock of his fists. He’d been worried about the woman. Worried about a cold-blooded killer.
Men always let their dicks confuse them. Give them a good ride, and they’d forget every moral they’d ever had.
Looked like the hunter had fallen for his prey. Pity. Would he wise up in time? Would he realize she was just using him? Probably not. Most men were too stupid to see what was right in front of them.
Brent hadn’t been like that. He’d been a nice guy, sweet, always ready to lend a hand, and always happy to make room for a stepsister who hadn’t felt like she ever really belonged anywhere.
He’d been there for her, the first person in her whole life who cared, and now, she’d be there for him in death. She wasn’t letting his killer walk away. No way did she buy that bullshit story about Beth Parker being an Ignitor. The FBI had a file on Parker. The woman was a psychic, one who’d worked with Perseus for too many years, but she wasn’t an Ignitor.
Hell, she’d even gotten that info backed up by a demon who’d escaped the fires at Perseus. The demon had found Kelly at her cheap hotel room. He’d been trembling, scared, and he’d told her that she needed to keep watching Jana.
Jana. That woman was the killer. Jana was the one who would pay for her crime. And Jana was the one she would catch.
Her eyes never left that darkened house. Zane was the key. He wasn’t just going to let Jana walk away. Kelly had seen that truth in his eyes, too. He wouldn’t stop until he’d found his little fire starter.
No sense racing against him and trying to find Jana first. No sense in that at all.
She just needed to step back and watch him. Sooner or later—and Kelly was betting on the sooner part—Zane would lead her right to Jana.
Her gun was a solid weight in her holster. When she found the Ignitor, she wouldn’t shoot tranquilizers at her anymore. Time for this hunt to end.
