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The demon was aroused. His cock pushed against the front of his jeans. No mistaking that thick swell. Especially not when his lower body was crushed to hers.
Her hand pushed against him. “Zane, you’re hurt. You’ve got to?—”
He jerked her cuffed hand up with his, forcing it above her head. Then his left hand caught hers and lifted it high. He pinned her to the wall. Her eyes had adjusted a bit to the interior of the cabin, and she could see him better now. The stark planes and angles of his face. His eyes?—
So dark.
One of the good guys. He came into a burning building to save me, he’s not?—
His mouth crashed onto hers. He caught her gasp, and his tongue drove into her mouth. The kiss was too rough. His lips were too hard. Too demanding. He didn’t ask, didn’t seduce, he just took.
His hips thrust against hers, that thick cock sliding against her, letting Jana know exactly what her demon wanted. Me.
Her heart slammed into her chest. Her nipples were tight. Too sensitive.
And damn but that demon could work his tongue.
No! This shouldn’t be happening, she knew it. Drugged. Hell. Zane probably didn’t even know what he was doing. Or who I am.
She tore her mouth away from his, panting. She needed to?—
His mouth went to her throat. Licking, sucking, homing in on the spot that always made her knees go weak. Oh, hell, right there.
She choked back a moan. He was warming her with his lips and his lust. Warming her, just when she’d started to grow cold from the aftereffects of the charge.
Part of her wanted to hold him tight. Wanted to dig her nails into his back and hold on for the wild ride that she knew would come. But?—
But the man had taken two tranqs, and she knew what the drugs could do—demons could be so weak.
Her eyes squeezed shut. “Zane, this isn’t you.” Yeah, they’d kissed before, but that had been different. A skilled play of tongue and lips. Seduction. A tease.
This was desperate. Wild. Rough.
And, dammit, she liked it. Because the charge from the fire had burned off. The need that it left behind—always left behind—had her gut tightening. Adrenaline had filled her blood as she used her power, and without that rush, she was lost, shaken, needing.
He freed her left wrist. His hand snaked between them and found her breast. Zane fondled her through her bra, and her nipple pebbled even more for him. Her sex creamed, and she couldn’t help it—she arched her hips against him.
He wrenched open the top of her shirt, sending buttons flying. Then his hand slipped inside. Hot skin, callused fingertips touched her. He yanked her bra out of the way and strummed her nipple.
Her teeth clenched. Not right. He was drugged. This wasn’t…Jeez, that felt good. But… “Zane!” His name burst from her.
His hand was sliding down her body and heading for the snap of her jeans.
Heat rolled off him. Delicious, wonderful heat. But his eyes were blank. His touch too fierce, and?—
Jana twisted and managed to break away from him. She took two stumbling steps, then the handcuffs yanked her back.
Fuck.
His left hand rose and curled around her throat. Her pulse raced against his fingers. Demons and drugs. Everyone knew that was one screwed-up combination. So what, the tranqs had been some kind of sexual stimulant for him? Just great.
She turned her head and met his stare. “You’re drugged, Zane. You don’t know what the hell you’re doing.” But it sure feels good.
He blinked. Once. Twice. Real slow, and he almost looked like a robot she’d seen on a sci-fi show once, trying to process information.
His gaze dropped to her shirt front, to the gaping neckline and the black bra that was all too visible. “I know exactly what I’m doing.” His voice came out deeper, rougher than ever before. Rough, but no emotion. Too flat. Not his voice.
“Wh-what?” Fear whispered beneath her skin as she remembered what he’d said before. If …hurt…you… Zane had been trying to warn her. Such a damn good-guy thing to do.
