Page 63 of Bloodhunter

“I don’t know.” But whatever it was, I wanted to do it.

He slammed his mouth against mine, then grabbed my ass andpushed his erection against me. His kiss was intrusive and hard and filled withlust and need and desire, and I lost myself in it, unable to do otherwise. Icouldn’t have fought his overwhelming sexual power even if I’d wanted to.

No wonder he had so many children. Women would be helplessagainst him.Iwas helpless against him. Maybe helpless was the wrongword. I was helpless against the sexual need exploding inside me. I wanted him.I wanted Angus Stark.

My body wanted sex.

His heat spread through me, burning me up, devouring me, andI gasped against his lips. His hard fingers bit into my rear almost painfullyas he explored my mouth, and he held me there against him. I was little morethan a rag doll in his arms, a shivering, seething mass of sex and emotion, andI was certain I’d never felt so good in my entirelife.

And then he thrust me from him and backed away, hastily,desperately, inexplicably.

“No.” I swayed on my feet, unable to keep my balance.“What?”

“You’re not you,” he said. “I don’t take advantage ofwomen.” And with his fists clenched, his naked butt cheeks plump and hard andtempting, he strode away from me.

“Son of abitch,”I murmured, and unable to avert mystare from his nude body, I tailed him all the way to his truck.

Chapter Twenty-Two

For some reason, throwing myself at Clayton, even though I’dhad a damn good reason, embarrassed me more than my encounter with Angus.

Angus was…Angus. Women threw themselves at him all the time.He was used to it. He’d understand. He’d wait for it to invariably happen againand would likely wonder only why it’d taken me so long so notice his hotness.

I rolled my eyes even as I sat in the truck pretending notto watch him through the side mirror as he got dressed. Shifters always carriedextra clothes with them.

His muscles bunched as he pulled a black t-shirt over hishead, and when he’d smoothed it over his flat stomach, he paused to look myway. Smiling.

God.

He’d be even more insufferable than usual now.

I shivered and turned the heater fan down a notch. The skywas a lighter shade of black, and I dreaded going home to bed. No matter howexhausted I was, I would replay over and over and over every single moment thathad occurred that night.

“Shane,” I murmured, regretfully.

The vehicle dipped when Angus climbed in under the wheel.“We’ll get it sorted out. Shane is well aware of the risks that come withhunting vampires.”

I shook my head. “I doubt he was aware of the risks ofhunting vampires withme. And those two dead humans…”

“I’ll take care of it.” He reached over to squeeze my knee,and I jerked as the warmth traveled up my thigh. Perhaps he meant the squeezeto be comforting. It wasn’t. “Everything will be okay, Trinity.”

Finally, he put his hand on the steering wheel, where itbelonged, and drove us away from Raeven’s Road.

I watched Shane’s truck grow smaller and smaller in themirror, until finally, it disappeared. “What about his truck?”

“I’ll send someone for it,” he growled.

“Do you think Amias will heal him?” I asked, after we’ddriven in silence for a few miles. “Or do you think he’ll turn him?” Either way,Shane would live. And either way, he would hate me.

“I don’t know,” Angus said.

“Shane will come after me.”

“No, he won’t.”

I turned my head to look at him. “He’s going to want to killme.”

He didn’t take his stare off the road, but he smiled. Itwasn’t a nice smile. “Trin, no matter how pissed he might be, he would neverkill another hunter. Especially not a bloodhunter. Also, if he goes at you withthe intent of doing you harm, I will stomp him into the ground.”