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He pushed her behind the gate at the edge of the drive. He coughed again, hard and long, as he cleared the smoke from his lungs. A fire truck roared up the street, finally getting close now. He held her arms. Stared into those fuck-me eyes. “Was someone else inside? Did you see?—”
“I-I think he wanted…to kill…me.” Whispered. Her gaze fell to his throat. “H-he tried to bite me…”
And he noticed her throat then. The red marks. The teeth marks. As far as Zane knew, Jacobson wasn’t a vamp, not yet anyway. Zane didn’t see the telltale bloodsucker puncture wounds on the woman’s neck. No vamp bite. But something was going on with the guy. Maybe Jacobson had been stealing some vamp blood, and he’d started to become addicted.
Vamp’s bitch.
“What happened to him?” Zane asked.
The fire truck slammed to a halt in front of the house.
She shook her head as her gaze slowly rose to once again meet his. “I-I don’t know. I shoved him back, we fought…then-then everything just exploded.” Her voice dropped when she said, “He’s still up there.”
Firefighters ran past them, pulling hoses with them. Zane’s jaw clenched as he turned away from her. He should go?—
“How…how can I thank you?”
Now that voice of hers was pure sex. His head turned back to hers, very slowly.
She licked her lips. A fast swipe of a small pink tongue. “I would have died without you.” She pressed closer to him. “You came into that fire.” She shook her head. “I’ve never seen anything—you were like an angel.”
Oh, the sexy woman was so confused. “Not quite, baby.” More like the devil. His gaze lingered on her full lips. Definitely not an angel.
“Hey!” A hard masculine bark.
Sighing, Zane glanced over his shoulder and saw one of the firefighters lumbering toward him. “Is anyone still inside?” the man demanded.
“Up-upstairs…” the woman responded, and they all looked at the flames.
The house seemed to collapse. Groans and shrieks filled the air, and the rest of the roof tumbled down, smashing right through the upper floors.
Firefighters scrambled back.
“Not fucking alive now,” the firefighter muttered as he turned away. “Dammit!”
If the man inside was human, no, he’d definitely be dead.
But the firefighters weren’t just dealing with a human. If only. And they’d need Zane if they were going to get that fire settled down. Lucky for them, he had a way with flames.
Like most demons, he could control the elements, and fire was his bitch.
But first…
There was the little matter of a thank-you.
Zane wrapped an arm around the woman’s waist. He tipped back her chin with his left hand. Her lips parted in surprise and she said, “What?—”
He kissed her. Caught her with her mouth open and drove his tongue inside that sweet heat. And, oh, but she was sweet. His tongue tasted her, stroked her, and he held her tightly against his body, loving the feel of those soft curves crushed against him. A moan rose in her throat, and her hands tightened around his shoulders.
His little victim didn’t push him away. No, she tried to pull him closer.
My kind of woman.
And if those flames weren’t waiting, he’d show her just how she could truly thank him. No time now. But maybe later.
One last lick. One last stroke of his tongue. Then Zane forced his head to lift. Her eyes were closed, and her expression a bit dazed. Her lips were red now, heated from his mouth.
He released her and stepped back.
