Page 42 of Blade's Battle
“There’s nothing to wait for, Blade. My answer will be the same weeks, months, years from now.”
A momentary flash of loss crossed his face, then disappeared as quickly as it had first appeared. “All I’m asking is that you think about it. Give it some time before you answer.”
“I don’t need time. My answer is and will always be ‘no’.”
“Tell me you don’t feel anything for me, and I’ll walk away,” he whispered in her ear even as his hands slipped under her blouse and started caressing her back, sending the most erotic sensation through her.
She closed her eyes, enjoying the sensation—and peace—that his touch brought. He unbuttoned her blouse. The soft fabric slipped off her shoulders.
A few minutes. She could enjoy being with him for a few minutes, she reasoned as he unclasped the hook in the front of her bra and it too fell to the floor.
Kurt’s dead.
Her hands moved over the hard planes of Blade’s chest. The feel of his sinfully soft skin over hard muscle beneath her fingertips sent a delicious tremor through her. Each muscle was a testament to his strength and vitality. It had been too long since a man’s strong arms had touched her, held her, eased her down to a bed.
When her back met the bed, she knew she was in trouble and yet she could not tell him to leave her alone. A few minutes of kissing and touching, enough to remember Blade, then she’d pull away, insist he go home.
He kissed behind her ear as his hard cock pressed against her core.
“I belong in a lab.” She struggled to get the words out as his mouth trailed down her neck. “I’ll stop you from going feral—”
He began gently sucking on her skin above her clavicle, making her pussy tingle.
“Or stop its progression,” she muttered as Blade kissed his way down her neck to the valley between her breasts. She could save him and redeem herself in the process.
No, nothing could ever make up for what she’d done, what she’dfailedto do.
“You’re beautiful, my Anna.”
My Anna? No, no, no. . . She wasn’t Blade’s. She could never be his.
Till death do us part.
Blade’s hand caressed down her side using the lightest of touches that made her think of clouds. Anna had never felt so beautiful, so treasured and desired as she did now, with Blade’s entire body focused on her as if she were some Greek goddess.
He wasn’t going to give up, her shifter. She wasn’t sure she wanted him to.
How did she get into this situation?
Before Drake had kidnapped her, Anna had had her share of long nights bent over a microscope with her hair thrown into a quick bun. Now, with the scars of months of abuse marking her body, no one would consider her beautiful ever again.
Blade’s mouth latched onto one very hard nipple and began sucking, sending such heat through her that every part of her body came alive as if she had been asleep for years.
Her shifter. . . God, he was her shifter, wasn’t he? He didn’t see her flaws. He cared about her, the Anna on the inside, not just the bruised and battered shell he had rescued.
His mouth lavished her breasts with tiny nips as his hips pressed against hers. Slowly, his hard length ground against her core. It was dirty, arousing,heavenly.
And extremely dangerous.
“I want you,” he whispered in her ear.
She had barely survived losing Kurt. She wouldn’t go through that again. Better to let go of Blade here and now.
His hand reached under her skirt and slipped beneath her panties. Before she could protest, his fingers glided through her wet slit and her eyes rolled back. Her legs opened wider, inviting him. This was wrong. She couldn’t have him. . .
He brought his fingers to his mouth and licked them. It was the dirtiest and sexiest thing she had ever seen, and her pussy was throbbing, demanding his fingers, his mouth, his cock, all of him.
“No,” she said without much power to her voice as she wiggled away from his exploring hands.
