lab, and Pate would start forcing her to try his cures again.
“Make me step away from you.” Duncan’s words were a low whisper. Rumbling. Dark. Sexy. “You think that you linked with me when you took my blood? Then make me step back. That’s simple enough, right?”
Yes. But she hated the thought of forcing him to do anything, even something so small, against his will.
“I’m inviting you in, baby. Let’s see what you’ve got.” His body brushed against hers. “Make me stop.”
Then his mouth took hers. Light at first, then harder. His tongue skimmed over her lips. His hand slid down her body, his fingers skirting around the curve of her breast.
A moan rose in her throat.
Make him stop? She’d rather make him strip.
A door slammed then. A car horn honked. Voices drifted toward them.
“Make me,” he said against her lips.
She could feel his cock swelling against her. Her body ached but…
Holly pulled her mouth from his. “S-step away from me.”
His whole body tightened.
Then his mouth found hers again as he kissed her harder.
Her heartbeat doubled. He wasn’t supposed to still be kissing her. This wasn’t the way it worked. She’d interviewed vamps at the facility. They’d all said…
Controlling prey is easy. Take the blood. Then just tell them what you want. They can’t resist. The blood is the link. The power.
They’d laughed about how easy it was to control humans.
Only…oh, crap, she wasn’t trying to control a human. She was dealing with a werewolf. Maybe she couldn’t control him through a compulsion.
He still had on his silver collar. Pate had given her another remote and had made sure it was tuned to be able to control both Saul and Duncan.
But she didn’t want to use the silver to control them.
His mouth lifted from hers. “Do you know…” Duncan growled against her lips, “that I want to bite you?”
Vampires weren’t the only ones who liked to bite.
“So what’s to stop me?” he murmured. His fingertips were suddenly at her throat. Trailing lightly over skin. No, not just his fingertips. She could feel the light scratch of his claws.
“There’s no one here. Just us. No other agents. No Pate.” The last was said with a touch of anger. “I can bite you. I can claim you. And you can’t stop me.”
What could have been a lick of fear shot through her. But, no, this was Duncan. He wouldn’t do anything to her.
Would he?
“S-stop,” she said.
“Make me,” he ordered her again.
His body seemed harder. Stronger. He wasn’t shifting—oh, he’d better
not
be shifting.
“Duncan?” Yes, okay, fear had the word trembling.
“When a werewolf bites his chosen mate,” and his fingers were on the side of her neck, “it’s a mark that tells all the other wolves to stay the hell away. A mark that says…
mine
.”
She knew how the wolf rules went. She’d done the paranormal classes that the agents took, too.
“I look at you,” his words were deeper, darker. “And think…
mine
.”
“You’re trying to s-scare me.” Trying. Succeeding.
“No. I’m telling you what is.” His head lowered to her neck. His teeth skimmed over her frantically racing pulse. “You won’t get away from me.”
She didn’t think it was the man who spoke the words, but the beast he’d become. The wolf inside that thought in primitive terms of possession and claiming.
Holly lifted her hands and tried to shove him back. “Stop.” He couldn’t claim her. A werewolf claiming was forever. Or rather, until death. Because werewolves had been known to kill their mates instead of letting them escape.
“
Make me
,”he snarled.
His hold was so much tighter. Harder. His hips were pressing against hers, and she could feel the light sting of his teeth on her neck.
The situation was out of control. He was out of control. They were supposed to be working together. Getting Saul.
“Duncan…”
His head lifted. His eyes stared down at hers. They were glowing—the gold
“Make me step away from you.” Duncan’s words were a low whisper. Rumbling. Dark. Sexy. “You think that you linked with me when you took my blood? Then make me step back. That’s simple enough, right?”
Yes. But she hated the thought of forcing him to do anything, even something so small, against his will.
“I’m inviting you in, baby. Let’s see what you’ve got.” His body brushed against hers. “Make me stop.”
Then his mouth took hers. Light at first, then harder. His tongue skimmed over her lips. His hand slid down her body, his fingers skirting around the curve of her breast.
A moan rose in her throat.
Make him stop? She’d rather make him strip.
A door slammed then. A car horn honked. Voices drifted toward them.
“Make me,” he said against her lips.
She could feel his cock swelling against her. Her body ached but…
Holly pulled her mouth from his. “S-step away from me.”
His whole body tightened.
Then his mouth found hers again as he kissed her harder.
Her heartbeat doubled. He wasn’t supposed to still be kissing her. This wasn’t the way it worked. She’d interviewed vamps at the facility. They’d all said…
Controlling prey is easy. Take the blood. Then just tell them what you want. They can’t resist. The blood is the link. The power.
They’d laughed about how easy it was to control humans.
Only…oh, crap, she wasn’t trying to control a human. She was dealing with a werewolf. Maybe she couldn’t control him through a compulsion.
He still had on his silver collar. Pate had given her another remote and had made sure it was tuned to be able to control both Saul and Duncan.
But she didn’t want to use the silver to control them.
His mouth lifted from hers. “Do you know…” Duncan growled against her lips, “that I want to bite you?”
Vampires weren’t the only ones who liked to bite.
“So what’s to stop me?” he murmured. His fingertips were suddenly at her throat. Trailing lightly over skin. No, not just his fingertips. She could feel the light scratch of his claws.
“There’s no one here. Just us. No other agents. No Pate.” The last was said with a touch of anger. “I can bite you. I can claim you. And you can’t stop me.”
What could have been a lick of fear shot through her. But, no, this was Duncan. He wouldn’t do anything to her.
Would he?
“S-stop,” she said.
“Make me,” he ordered her again.
His body seemed harder. Stronger. He wasn’t shifting—oh, he’d better
not
be shifting.
“Duncan?” Yes, okay, fear had the word trembling.
“When a werewolf bites his chosen mate,” and his fingers were on the side of her neck, “it’s a mark that tells all the other wolves to stay the hell away. A mark that says…
mine
.”
She knew how the wolf rules went. She’d done the paranormal classes that the agents took, too.
“I look at you,” his words were deeper, darker. “And think…
mine
.”
“You’re trying to s-scare me.” Trying. Succeeding.
“No. I’m telling you what is.” His head lowered to her neck. His teeth skimmed over her frantically racing pulse. “You won’t get away from me.”
She didn’t think it was the man who spoke the words, but the beast he’d become. The wolf inside that thought in primitive terms of possession and claiming.
Holly lifted her hands and tried to shove him back. “Stop.” He couldn’t claim her. A werewolf claiming was forever. Or rather, until death. Because werewolves had been known to kill their mates instead of letting them escape.
“
Make me
,”he snarled.
His hold was so much tighter. Harder. His hips were pressing against hers, and she could feel the light sting of his teeth on her neck.
The situation was out of control. He was out of control. They were supposed to be working together. Getting Saul.
“Duncan…”
His head lifted. His eyes stared down at hers. They were glowing—the gold