We fall silent, very aware of the quiet, very aware of each other. She turns her head, her gaze dipping to my lips before she looks up into my eyes. Those grey doe-eyes are telling me exactly what she wants. I lean down, closing the gap between us, and kiss her.
A soft whimper escapes her lips, her hand brushing across my knuckles, nudging my hand lower. I oblige, although I know it’s going to be fucking hard to stop, and caress her waist and stomach – relishing in how fucking good this feels.
She gasps, but not once does her hand leave mine as if worried I’d move it away. I teasingly caress her stomach, my hands brushing against the band of her pants.
I’m doing my best not to get turned on, but it’s fucking hard when there’s a bombshell in my arms.
She whimpers, and I kiss her once more. I break away from her plush lips, trailing kisses down her jaw and neck. She arches her neck, granting me perfect access. I kiss her teasingly,cherishing the feel of her skin against my lips. Her soft moans only fuel me. She places her free hand on my thigh, and I notice the shift in her as she takes on her demon form.
From so close, I can see the way her breasts seem to enlarge slightly, pressing against her top, and smell – the subtle yet dangerous change to her scent, feeling my cock throb even harder.
Fuck, I want her.
I undo the button of her pants, pausing for a moment, giving her the chance to push me away, but she doesn’t, welcoming it. Her heart pounds as I brush my hand over her lower stomach. I grip her jaw with my other hand as I continue to kiss her neck, paying extra attention to the corner of her neck, right where a mate mark should go.
The thought of it makes me extra possessive, my grip tightening as I nibble at that spot, her moans encouraging me to keep going; I suck on the skin, her arousal making my own eyes blaze, and I force myself back, taking a deep ragged breath.
I pull my hand away slowly. The heat of her skin is still on my fingertips, and all I can think about is how close I was to her core, how impossibly good she feels. I force a shaky breath and button her pants slowly. I kiss her shoulder and rest my forehead there for a second, trying to calm the fire roaring in my chest, while reining in my emotions.
She’s still catching her breath. Her back leans against my chest, her head tilted slightly, resting against me. The heat of her body seeps through my clothes, and my arm is wrapped tightly around her waist.
The thought of her, the feel of her so close, makes something primal twist deep inside me. Possessiveness tightens my grip on her. I lower my lips to her neck and kiss that spot just beneathher ear, tantalisingly. She shivers, her soft moan dancing around us like a siren’s song. Just the sound of her pretty little moans makes my wolf stir, restless beneath the surface.
We stay like that for a moment, the silence thick and perfect.
“Tonight was perfect,” she whispers, her voice dreamy and content.
I am about to respond when a sharp jolt slices through my spine. My body tenses as dread floods in without warning, and unease surrounds me like an alarm bell.
I scan the surrounding area. The fields and trees that surround this narrow country lane seem to have stilled unnaturally.
I can’t hear anything. No rustling. No wind.
Something is wrong.
My senses flare, all of them stretching around us as I reach out to sense and feel my surroundings, but I don’t see anything, yet the feeling remains heavy and suffocating.
The prickle at the back of my neck is familiar, one of being watched.
We are not alone.
I slide my hand around Sienna and pull her flush against me. There is no time to switch places. No time for anything except getting away. I slam my boot down and kick the engine to life.
The bike growls, vibrating beneath us.
“Jayce!” she exclaims.
“We need to get out of here,” I mutter, taking off fast. Too fast.
The tyres scream on the asphalt as we launch into thedarkness, the helmet that was on the handle left behind, but I’ve learned never to ignore my instincts.
“Your helmet!” she yells over the wind.
“Doesn’t matter. There is something out here,” I mutter, my voice flat and cold. My eyes are on the road, but I keep checking the tree line.
The road curves like a black ribbon through nowhere. There are no streetlights. The trees lean in too close, their branches clawing at the edges of the sky.
“Manananggal!” Sienna says suddenly, her voice dry with fear.
