Wanted everything.
When you’d had nothing for so long, you were greedy for every emotion.
The adrenaline still pumped through her body, heightening her sensitivity to his every touch. They fought, both trying to yank off her shirt, and then it was on the ground.
He shoved her bra out of the way and his mouth closed over one nipple. Licking. Sucking. Scoring the tight peak lightly with his teeth.
Her hand sank into his hair even as she moaned his name.
His fingers slid down her body as he licked her. Cain pushed down her jeans. She kicked away her shoes. Then his fingers were between her legs.
And she was already wet for him. Slick, hot, so ready. His fingers slid inside, thrusting knuckles deep.
“Can’t . . . wait . . .” A growl against her skin.
Then he lifted her up. She wrapped her legs around him. Needed. Wanted—
Cain drove into her, sinking deep in a thrust that had her gasping. Her shoulders slammed back against the wall. He withdrew. Plunged deep. No easy ride. No tender touches.
Everything was just . . . wild.
Rough. Hard. Fast. He drove into her again and again. Her sex closed around him, holding tight, and his c**k seemed to swell more inside her, stretching her with delicious pleasure.
His hands were on her hips. Holding her. Lifting her. Getting her to take more of him. More.
The climax hit her, slamming through her, and Eve screamed.
He kept thrusting. Deeper. Harder. As if he couldn’t get enough of her.
His eyes were on hers. Such darkness. How could there be so much need in one man’s stare?
“Not . . . enough . . .” He bit the words off and then he was turning, carrying her, holding her tight. Her sex trembled and clenched around him as the contractions of her climax sent sensual aftershocks racing through her body.
They entered another room. Dark. Two more steps and they fell on the bed. He caught her legs. Lifted them up higher, pushing them so that he could thrust deeper inside her. The angle sent his c**k sliding over her clit with every stroke of his body. Her flesh was already too sensitive and that touch . . .
She lost her breath.
Her nails dug into his skin. She arched her hips against him. Wanted more. Everything.
Every. Damn. Thing.
His mouth was on her throat. Licking. Biting. That perfect spot. This time, she didn’t just climax.
She erupted.
So did he. Eve felt Cain’s climax jet inside her as his body stiffened. He shuddered and his head lifted. His eyes had gone blind from the pleasure, a pleasure that was hitting her with the same wild intensity.
When the release finally ended, her breath was heaving in ragged gasps. Her hands slid off his shoulders, falling limply aside, and her legs eased back down to the bed.
Cain pushed up on his arms so that his weight wasn’t on her. He stared into her eyes. Didn’t speak.
She found she didn’t know what to say right then, either.
So when he rolled to his side and pulled her close, she just let her heartbeat slow down.
And wondered what would happen next.
He had to tell her.
Cain sat up when Eve walked out of the shower. Her hair was wet, falling over her shoulders. Her skin was shining and soft—
Beautiful.
He f**king had to tell her.
Easing up in bed, he studied her for a moment in silence. When he’d come back after the last death and the fire had raged, he hadn’t been in control. When he rose, his control could be shattered. The fire was too strong. The beast he carried too powerful.
But he’d known her.
Not her name, not at first. He’d looked at her and just thought . . .
Mine.
Dangerous. To her and to him.
He couldn’t afford any attachments. Attachments would make him weak. Vulnerable.
That was why Wyatt wanted her. The bastard had figured out that Eve was a tool he could use. To control me.
“Is it always like that?” Her voice came softly as she turned the force of her gaze on him.
Cain knew he should apologize. He’d been too rough, too wild. He just stared back at her.
“At the lab, I didn’t think . . . you seemed different when you rose this time.”
He had been different. She deserved a warning. “Each rising is different. There are times when I come back . . . times when I don’t even know my own damn name.” Then there were what he thought of as the lucky times—though those were few and far between—when he could come back, like he had at the lab, and his memories were fresh. Crisp.
It just seemed like, more and more . . . the man had to fight the beast within in order to get back those memories.
“When I rise, I’m at my most dangerous. I can kill . . . without meaning to.” Because he knew only fury and fire.
Her tongue slid over her lower lip. “You didn’t kill me.”
No, he’d just f**ked her like a desperate man.
“I think you might have more control that you realize.”
He didn’t. He tried to warn her. “Next time, just get as far from me as you can.”
“How about we just don’t have a next time? How about you just stay alive?”
Easier said than done.
Eve exhaled heavily as she turned from him. Her delicate shoulders rolled, then sagged a bit. “Any idea why those jerkoffs are after us?” she asked as she pushed back the curtain of her hair. “I thought with Wyatt gone we’d—”
Ah, more bad news that Cain had to share. Tell her. “He isn’t.”
She glanced over her shoulder at him. “What?”
His breath eased out. She needed to understand that the battle wasn’t over. It was just starting. “Last night, Jimmy told me that Wyatt had put a price on my head.” He paused and wondered why he was even hesitating. “He put a price on yours, too.”
She turned to face him. “Wyatt’s dead. You told me—”
“I never saw him come out of Genesis. I thought he’d died.” He’d thought wrong. “But the bastard must have had an escape route mapped out, one that took him away from the fire.”
Her eyes were wide.
“He’s alive, and he’s after us.”
She shook her head. “This can’t happen.”
Yeah, it could.
“I’m not just some random human on the street! He can’t hunt me down, shoot me.”
Human. No, she wasn’t quite human. “I think they want you alive.” Him it didn’t matter so much. They knew he’d just come back if they killed him. So they’d use as much force as necessary to take him down. But for her . . . “Wyatt must have seen me take you through the fire, Eve. He knows you’re not human.”