Page 111 of Poison's Kiss
Everything in me flames, leaving me drenched in desire as he gives me a sexy wink. He unlocks and opens the door to my house, and I swallow hard as we walk in completely alone. The lights are all off, though I can see a faint glow of a candle light coming out from under the door upstairs. Apparently Dice doesn't take fire hazards seriously.
Kane swirls me into his arms with a motion that provokes a laugh from me. I giggle lightly until he stops spinning me and brings his lips to mine without warning. Before I think about what I'm doing, my hands are tangling in his hair and pulling him closer.
He tastes like the man I fell in love with, and he still feels like mine even though he's not. As my sanity flees and leaves me alone with my overwhelming heaps of need, my hands get greedier, sliding down his chest and then diving below the waist of his jeans. His fervent kiss grows stronger, reeling me into his seductive hold.
"Do it," I murmur against his lips.
"Plan to," he says with a devious grin.
"I mean, take my blood."
He pulls back; his eyes alight with scandal as my hand comes back out of his pants. "No, you mean bite you. But I can't... not until you're immortal and not addictive."
"I'll cure you again," I say far too casually, not believing those words are even coming out of my mouth.
He lets a small laugh out, forcing a tingle to spread throughout me, and then he pulls back.
"I knew you liked it."
He starts to come toward me again, his carnal promise glowing in his blue eyes. The green have vanished completely, leaving me with the dark, sexy night stalker, and I love it. I'm officially a psycho.
Before he reaches me this time, he's thrown backwards and pinned to the wall. Glass shatters behind his accidental trail of destruction, and then I'm suddenly joining him, shrieking as my feet lift from the ground and I stay suspended against the wall when I pound into it.
I feel powerless, almost subdued by a night stalker, as I struggle uselessly against the invisible force I can't see.
"Fuck," Kane grunts, straining with all his might to move his hand.
I can tell he's trying to get to his phone, so I do my best to aide him with my magic. That endeavor proves to be completely pointless when nothing within me stirs the least. It feels like there's a lock on my powers and an anvil on my chest.
"There you are," a familiar voice says, and Kane's eyes grow wide when he finds the girl before I do.
The blond from his party - the one Amy knocked out. It's her?
"Kane Ice and his little chew toy, how sweet," she drawls out, slowly walking down my stairs as if this is her house.
How didsheget past my barrier? I'm starting to think it's pointless to even cast a protection spell these days.
"Fucking shit, Jen, what are you doing?" Kane strains out, barely keeping an understandable tone against her crushing force - the spirit's crushing force she's channeling.
Her black halter top reveals more cleavage than most women care to show, and her tight, hip-hugging pants reveal all of her perfectly shaped curves as she swishes her hips from side to side. Her hair is cut and styled exactly like mine.Creepy.
"What am I doing?" Her laughter follows the question she considers to be rhetorical.
Does she really expect us to know the reason for her insanity?
"You thought I was just some bimbo you could taste and toss away, didn't you?"
This is her reasoning behind the madness? Oh good grief.
"Jen, it wasn't like that. It was-"
"It was what, Kane? Tell me," she barks, though she doesn't allow time for a response before continuing. "It was a feed? A night of fun? You picked the wrong girl. I've been hunting down the fey for years. One of your kind killed and butchered my family before leaving me just barely alive. I shouldn't have survived, but I did. I knew I'd track down all of you and slaughter you with as much mercy as my family was offered."
Kane winces, the scars of his own tortured past suddenly tainting his face. I'm such a callous bitch that I never even told him I knew what Castine did to his family before turning him.
"I know you think I'm the enemy, Jen, but I'm not. I was a victim, just like you, only I was turned instead of left for dead. It isn't black and white. I swear I've never killed anyone who didn't deserve to die. You have though. You've killed and hurt more good people than I have."
"Ha! The shapeshifter? You call him good? He was a blood-sucking demon just like you. When he was dying, I was shown the sins of his past, just as I've seen the sins of your past. Amy? The bitch that refused to just die, you call her good? She's a blood-sucking demon, too. Her beast is too savage for you to fathom, and it's only going to get worse. And then there's the werecat. That bitch had shredded more innocent lives than even you. She deserved a much crueler death than I had time to spare."
