Gasping for breath, she pulled away. Her hand was wet and her jaw was sore, but none of that bothered her because of the look in the lykaen’s eyes. It was like a realization happened and she got to watch it take place. Complete and utter satisfaction. The hooded look of pleasure slowly left his beautiful eyes. He jerked then blinked rapidly looking down at his cock, at her, then around the cabin. Finally he shot to his feet.

“God dammit!” That was so not the response she’d hoped for. Be brave. Be strong. He needs help.

Okay, try a compliment. “You’re the sexiest man I’ve ever met.” His hands turned into fists and she was fairly certain he was struggling not to hit something. She wished he had, because instead he turned to her and yelled, “Do you suck off every man you think is sexy?”

“Well, I’ve never sucked a man off, as you so delicately put it. I’ve never had that particular urge until I met you. But to answer your question I’d say that no, I usually don’t have that urge. You’re just special I guess.” He looked like he was about to scream, then he just stared at her like she was mad.

“Are you a crazy woman? I mean really.” He said the last gently as if afraid to spook her. She burst out laughing.

Somehow over the laughs she managed to say, “Um, no. Sorry to disappoint you, Darien. This was plain old lust. I wanted to see your cock, and I wanted to suck on it. Then I really wanted to know what your…seed tasted like.” She dropped her voice to a husky purr as she said the last.

He must have liked it because his cock twitched and hardened again, and his eyes darkened like a thunderstorm. Beautiful. As if realizing he was still hanging out, he zipped himself up.

“Yeah well there must be something wrong with you. A woman just doesn’t do things like this, Cassie.” The sound of her shortened name made her smile. She liked that he was already using it. She’d always hated the long, prissy sounding version of her full name. “I’m going out, and if you know what’s good for you, which it doesn’t look like you do, I suggest you stay the he— just stay away from me.”

“Wait, where are you going?” He rolled his thick neck until it popped.

“I’m going to chop firewood and maybe hunt for more food.”

Pouting, she pulled herself onto the cot and spread her legs. She really wished she had on a skirt or a dress right now, but hey, there wasn’t much of a choice when you were running from a psychopathic vampire.

She wasn’t disappointed though because his heated gaze fell straight to her core. He looked as if he could see through the denim. Suddenly her mouth was dry; her gaze dropped to his crotch and was not disappointed by what he was currently sporting there.

“No,” he said gruffly.

“Oh, come on sexy lykaen. Darien...” She leaned back on her elbows and arched her back at him. “You got to finish. It’s really only fair if—”

“No.” He turned and was out the door before she could say another word.

God dammit. That didn’t go how she wanted at all. Silly man. Didn’t he see how right they could be together—at least in bed?

Flopping back onto the bed, she started tugging at her jeans, pulling them down to her ankles. She spread her legs then dove her eager fingers under her panties. The first touch was pure ecstasy.

“If you aren’t gonna do this, then I am, Darien.” She found her breast with her other hand and tugged at her nipple as she built herself towards what was turning out to be a very fast orgasm.

* * *

Darien snatched the axe off the ground and moved to the next pile of wood he had to cut. Shit, he didn’t have to do this. He hadn’t even planned on cutting more wood today, but hell if he was going to stay in that tiny cabin with her.

What was she a vampire vixen? She sure as hell didn’t know how to listen or what the word “no” meant. Blasted, sexy fucking woman...

He hefted the axe into the air and let it fall hard into the wood. It snapped and cracked from top to bottom. It didn’t take long for him to fall into the motions of chopping wood. He performed the action without really thinking.

He thought it was a dream. He’d been dreaming of a sexy vampire with copper hair, and as he noted this morning in the sunlight, blonde and dark brown lights spread throughout her thick mass of hair. There was no doubt in his mind she was the devil.

Was she sent by one of his brothers? Were they convinced that the only way to make him better was to have a vampire seduce him? No that wasn’t like them. They’d send a lykaen, not a vamp.

In his dream, he’d been sweating, his balls pulled up tight as she suckled him and he was certain that at any moment he’d blow. Yet even in his dream, he sensed her apprehension, her anxiety. She’d never even done it before, she’d said. That news alone brought forth so many damned questions. He had the urge to go in there and shake her into telling him the truth. Like why her face was busted up and who did it and why. Why was she running through his woods and not in a car or with family and friends?

A faint sound caught his ears, making him twitch. The axe hung in the air as he listened. There it was again. A soft, husky moan.

She was...

“God dammit,” he growled and swung the axe down hard. It split the wood like a lightning strike and sunk deep into the earth below. He let go of the axe and stalked towards the cabin. The sound came again like a gentle caress over his body. He stopped, struggling to breathe and comprehend, and trying like hell not to envision what she was doing.

Oh, hell. Now he could do nothing but see images of her rubbing her soft sex. Another husky moan seduced his ears. Well she did warn him. His cock was acting as if the sounds she made were just for him. It thickened, lengthening in his pants, throbbing like he’d never touched it in his whole life.

His cock didn’t seem to understand that it just came—a lot—inside that vixen’s hot little mouth. It pulsed in his jeans, and he glared at it. It also was in agreement with her. Especially since it hadn’t been touched since Dana died.

Her soft moans were coming faster now. It was the sexiest thing he’d ever heard. She was close. Was she thinking him? About his cock sliding inside her, spreading her wide, and filling her deep? As if his body had a mind of its own, he reached down and opened his jeans. His cock sprang free and he grabbed the heavy flesh in his fist.

He remembered the soft flicks of her tongue and the touch of her lips from his dream. She’d moaned when he came in her mouth as if she liked it. Breathing heavy, he pumped his fist. He knew this was going to be fast. He could hear her legs shuffling back and forth on the bed, could hear her breath getting quicker and quicker. He knew her fingers were working herself fast. Was she cupping a breast as she did, tugging on her pretty little nipple?

A sharp cry spilled out from the cabin, and he knew she was coming. Biting his lip to stifle a groan, he stroked himself once more before he started coming. He pictured her hips jerking as she came, her nipples pulled into puckered points begging to be sucked. He tasted blood as he jetted his release in long pulls onto the leaves on the ground.

All was silent then except for the scurrying of rodents in the forest. Cursing himself, he kicked some leaves on top of his mess and leaned against the cabin for support. Every minute she was here, he was desecrating Dana and the baby’s remains.

She was leaving today. Thank god, because he couldn’t stand to have her here a moment longer. A cold fist gripped his heart. She was in trouble. He was sure of it. He hesitated at the thought of sending her away; he might be sending her into danger. A big part of him was not willing to do that—ever.

He heard her shuffling inside the cabin, then her soft steps coming to the door. Picking up the axe, he resumed chopping. The wind blew gently and he caught her scent as she came up to him.