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  She needed him so badly right now and nothing else mattered. When he grabbed hold of her hips, pulled her hips out more and slid inside her, she was helpless to do anything but scream his name in relief.

  “So fucking wet,” he groaned, kissing her neck as he kept one hand locked on her hip and reached up and tore her shirt and bra off as frantically worked at toeing her shoes off and pushing back, demanding more.

  “Caine,” she mumbled his name over and over again like a prayer as she began to feel like she was out of control.

  God, she’d never felt like this before, never wanted him this badly, never felt like her body was on the verge of exploding so soon and never felt like her body was-

  On fire.

  A strangled scream escaped as her mind finally caught up with what was going on with her body. She was burning up.

  “Shit!” Caine snapped, pulling out of her and swooped her off her feet and ran for the bathroom while she continued to scream as her body continued to get hotter until she didn’t think that she could take anymore.

  “Hold on, baby,” she thought she heard Caine say, but by this point she was could barely hear anything over her screams of pain as every inch of her body felt like it was on fire.

  What the hell had they given her in that blood, she wondered as her eyes rolled in the back of her head and she felt her body violently jerk in Caine’s arms as he did his best to hold onto her.

  Part VIII

  “Calm the fuck down!” Eric snapped over the phone while Caine was forced to reach over and grab hold of the doorframe and crush it until pieces of wood, dust and plaster crumbled beneath his hand as he struggled to keep it together, but damn near impossible to do while he was forced to stand over his mate and watch as she sat in the tub, hugging her legs tightly to her chest and laid her head on her knees, trembling as she struggled to deal with whatever hell her body was putting her through while he stood there on the phone, fucking useless.

  “Don’t tell me to calm down,” he snarled viciously as he forced himself to look away from the sight of her, because he honestly wasn’t sure how much more of this he could take.

  He’d already been forced to watch her suffer, doomed to die forever from cancer thanks to him, and every minute of it he had hated himself, prayed that he could take her suffering from her, anything just so that he could see her smile without having to force herself to pretend like she wished that she was dead. That last few months had given him hope, made him stupidly believe that this was all behind them, that he would never have to watch her suffer again.

  He’d been wrong.

  So, fucking wrong.

  She was suffering and there was nothing that he could do to stop it except call up Eric and take this all out on him for not curing her. They should have cured her, made all this go away, but they hadn’t. They hadn’t cured her. They hadn’t taken away her pain or ended her suffering like he’d hoped they would, prayed they would. They’d failed, he realized, wanting to scream in frustration when Danni released a little whimper and a groan behind him as she sat beneath the spray of freezing cold water because she felt like she was burning up and for a few seconds there, he had as well.

  One second he couldn’t stop thinking about just how good it would feel to have her tongue flick his piercing, playing with it and teasing him until he found himself wrapping his hand around his shaft and pushing the tip past her lips so that she could take him deeply before he couldn’t take anymore and found a way to get between her legs with his tongue or his cock, it wouldn’t have mattered, and the next she felt like she was going to burst into flames in his arms.

  He’d been set on fire a few times in his life, but he’d never felt anything as hot as her skin had felt while he’d held her in his arms. Christ, he could move fast when he wanted to, but he couldn’t seem to get her to the tub fast enough. One second she was screaming as though she was being torn apart and dropped in a vat of acid and the next, she was completely quiet.

  The fact that she hadn’t said a single word or sound since he’d placed her in the shower was actually terrifying him more than anything. When the cancer had been really bad she’d sometimes get quiet, but never like this. She’d might have gotten quiet when the pain was becoming too much, but she’d always pretended that everything was fine. She’d force a smile, make herself get out of bed, train with the others and go on patrol while they all knew that she’d rather lay down and cry and stop having to keep on kept pretending that everything was going to be okay and they’d pretended not to notice the strains of pain around her eyes, the dried tears marking her face, the way all the color in her skin would bleach away after she’d forced herself to feed.

  No matter how sick she’d felt or how pain she was in, she’d always done whatever she could to pretend that she was fine. She’d never drawn into herself like this before, never got all quiet and just sat there, and she’d never shut him out before.

  Not like this.

  “I want to know what you’ve been giving my mate!” he demanded, barely resisting the urge to growl as he forced himself to step out of that room and away from the only thing in this world that anything to him.

  “You know what we’ve been giving her,” Eric responded tightly, obviously just as angry and terrified as he was, but even knowing that didn’t do anything to make him feel like his entire world was being torn apart beneath him.

  Christ, he just wanted to hit something, to kill something, to yell, scream, anything to shove this feeling of terror and hopelessness away for good and make her better, but there was nothing that he could do to fix this situation for her.

  Absolutely nothing.

  “I don’t know what is going on, but as soon as we get a blood sample we’ll known exactly what we’re dealing with here. The only thing that I can think of is that something in Christofer’s must have had a delayed reaction with the demon and shifter blood we’ve been giving her. It that’s the case, then one more hit of Christofer’s blood should help or make this problem doormat again until we can-”

  “Mine!” the low possessive utterly terrifying growl had him stopping mid-step and a shot of unease tearing down his spine as he stood there with his back to the bathroom, swallowing hard when the scent hit him, letting him know that things were about to get a lot worse.

  “Mine!” came the growl again right around the time that he felt a small arm wrap around him seconds before he found himself flying across the room.

  He landed on the bed with a pained gasp that was followed by an, “Oh, shit,” when he spotted her, standing at the end of his bed, naked, dripping wet and watching him through glowing red eyes as she hungrily licked her lips, looking like she wanted to devour him on the spot.

  “Caine?” he absently heard Eric say from across the room where he’d dropped the phone, sounding a little unsure while Caine was absolutely positive that his mate had finally found a way to kill him.

  When she reached over, grabbed hold of the waistband of his jeans and tore them clean from his body, he knew very well that this night, he might actually die.

  Part X

  “Mine,” that terrifying growl came again as incredible beautiful red eyes locked on him.

  “Danni?” he asked, not really sure what he was asking since her scent told him everything that he needed to know and apparently his cock was definitely onboard with absolutely anything and everything that she might have in mind, but part of him, an incredibly small part of him, wasn’t sure that they should be doing this.

  “Mine!” she growled again, reminding him of the reason that this just might not be such a good idea.

  “Danni, why don’t we go back in the shower?” he suggested, wincing when his cock angrily jerked against his stomach, clearly announcing its displeasure with his plans, but he couldn’t do this, no matter how badly he wanted to and God, how he wanted to.

  “Mine!” she snarled, grabbing hold of what remained of his jeans and tore the remaining material clean from his body
and made her intentions clear.

  Licking his lips hungrily as he tried to ignore just how tempted he was to grab her, throw her on her back and lick every last drop of water off her body, he focused on what needed to be done here. He needed to help her get herself back under control, feed her and hopefully that would be enough to dilute her blood and help her take this down a notch so that they could-

  “Fuck!” he suddenly roared, no doubt scaring every human within a twenty-mile radius, but it couldn’t helped, not when Danni suddenly took him by surprise and wrapped her hand around the base of his cock and gave it one long squeeze that had him fighting not to instantly come his hips thrust up with the move, desperate to stay in her hold.

  A groan of pleasure was ripped from him as his entire body went taunt, his back bowed, his hips greedily shot in the air wanting more as his fists closed tightly around handfuls of the thin hotel comforter, ripping it apart in the process as she gave the tip a good squeeze before sliding her hand smoothly back down his shaft.

  “Mine,” she said softly, somehow sounding even more possessive as she slid her hand back down his cock, slowly as though she were simply savoring the feel of his cock in her hand.

  Gasping and trying to make sense out of what was going on, he let out another as her hand slid back down his cock, giving the base a squeeze as she released a thoughtful sigh that caught his attention. He looked up to find her watching what she was doing to him with a thoughtful look on her face. While he was struggling not to scream in pleasure while she continued to stroke him, watching him with a curious look that didn’t match the possessive glint in her eyes or the scent that she was giving off.

  Oh, she was definitely in fucking heat.

  He’d smelled it a hundred times on shifters and a few demons over the years, but nothing like this. It was a sweet scent all her own, tantalizing, mouthwatering and completely impossible to ignore. It had his cock hardening even further and his balls pulling up tight, preparing to take her once she lost control, but…

  She wasn’t loosing control.

  Actually, she seemed to actually be embracing the changes happening to her and if the way that she was studying his cock was any indication, she was definitely savoring it.

  “D-Danni?” he asked, not really sure what he should be doing as he tightened his hold around the comforter to keep him from doing exactly what he wanted. He wanted to sit up, wrap his hand around the back of her neck and slide his cock between her beautiful pouty lips, fucking her mouth as he reached down to make sure that she was good and wet for him even though he could smell just how wet she was.

  He wanted her wetter.

  Tighter.

  Hotter.

  He wanted to bend her over, grab her hips and fuck her beautiful ass. He wanted to lick her out, to finger her, fuck her and he wanted to do it all right now to her, but mostly, he wanted to mark her. He wanted every man within a hundred miles to know that she was his and he needed to do it or he’d lose his fucking mind.

  “Mine!” he growled, barely aware that he was the one talking or that he was now moving, but she wasn’t having it.

  “No,” she said with an easy shake of her head she released her hold on his cock and sat back, watching and waiting for him to do something, but he couldn’t figure out what she wanted, not when her hormones were fucking with his head like this.

  He couldn’t think straight.

  “No,” she said softly as she moved back and climbed off the bed when he went to reach for her, confusing him even more because her scent was telling him that she wanted this, but the way she was behaving was telling him that she could care less.

  When he reached for her again, she shook her as her beautiful lips turned up into a curious smile. Beyond frustrated, he released a vicious growl and started to follow after her when that curious smile became taunting.

  He reached for her only to have her easily step out of his reach.

  “Danni!” he growled in warning, blindly reaching for her again, but she simply stepped out of the way as he stumbled blindly towards her, panting hard he as he struggled to make sense out of her what was happening, but he couldn’t think. Not with her scent surrounding him.

  “No,” she simply said as she stepped back out of his reach again.

  “Danni!”

  Overcome with the need to be inside her, he stumbled after her like a drunk until his legs finally gave out and he had to resort to crawling after her, desperation destroying whatever common sense he had left.

  There was something wrong going on and he needed to put some space between them and clear his head, but heaven help him, he couldn’t force himself to stop crawling after her and snarling her name, uncaring that she was leading him to the bathroom, only that in a matter of seconds he would finally have her where he wanted her.

  Part XI

  Two Hours Later…

  “Break the fucking door down!” Caine screamed, terrified that if they didn’t break down that door soon that Danni would-

  “Oh, fuck yes!” he groaned seconds later, helpless to do anything else when his mate, locked her beautiful red eyes on him as use the hold she had on his cock and brought the tip up and wrapped her very talented lips around the tip, just enough so that she could wrap her lips around his piercing and suckle, forcing his exhausted cock to beg for more.

  When she’d first lured him into the bathroom, he’d been cocky, hungry and so damn sure of himself, but things quickly changed when that bathroom door closed behind him. After that…after that…well, he really didn’t want to think about what happened after that, not just yet, not until he had some time to cope with the memories and accept the things that she’d done to him over the past two hours.

  God, he couldn’t remember most of it, or maybe his mind just wasn’t ready to accept what happened, but god the pleasure, he would never be able to forget the pleasure. Panting hard, he tightened his weak grip around the bathroom counter and with a shaky hand he wrapped his hand around his cock. Closing his eyes, and trying to ignore just how good it felt to have the tip of his exhausted cock licked, sucked and teased in ways that had the power to bring him to his knees, he tried to pull his cock away from her talented mouth, but he just couldn’t force himself to do it even though he didn’t think that he’d be able to survive another orgasm, at least not tonight.

  Christ, maybe not ever again.

  “Mine,” the soft possessive growl somehow managed to startle him even as it made him lick his lips and drop his hand away, too weak to fight her off.

  Not that he would or even could.

  God, that fucking scent of hers was fucking with his head. Every single time he came and thought, prayed really, that death was only seconds away, he would catch a whiff of that earth shattering scent coming off her and his poor cock would turn hard as a rock before the last tremor had a chance to leave his body and he would want her all over again.

  He tried to talk some sense into her, more like mumble and beg her to show him some mercy, but nothing worked. Her body was in charge right now and they both knew it. As long as she was in heat and those assholes hanging out in the hallway, trying to keep humans from getting to close to their room refused to bust down the door and save his ass, he was stuck here.

  That didn’t mean that he was going to go down without a fight. She might be in heat, but he knew that she wouldn’t be happy if he managed to get a baby on her so he’d made damn sure that none of his seed had managed to reach its goal. He also had no clue what mixture of demon blood they’d given her, or how it had affected her. This could last a few hours, days or if fate really wanted to fuck with him, until his seed took.

  The fact that she didn’t want a baby, kept playing through his head, the only sane thought left in his head and the one that was going to keep his balls safe when this was all over. Every single time pleasure shot through his cock and his balls pulled up tight, ready to answer her body’s call, he somehow found the willpower to hold back to the last second a
nd then pull out and spend his seed far away from her as he could. Sometimes she would help him out, pull off him so that she could take him in her mouth and finish him, making it easier for him to think straight.

  At least for a few seconds, but once he caught her scent and the determined look in her eye, he knew that she wasn’t even close to being done with him. When reinforcements arrived a few hours ago, he thought that he’d finally been saved, but he’d been wrong.

  So, fucking wrong…

  A Pyte, a shifter and a fucking Alpha were too fucking scared to come between a female Pyte in heat and her mate. It didn’t matter how many times he screamed for help or threatened to kick their collective asses, they simply ignored him as they did their best to keep humans from this section of the hotel to keep them safe, but who was fucking making sure that he was kept safe?