Twice Bitten by Delilah Devlin

Author:Delilah Devlin [Devlin, Delilah]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2010-08-04T04:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER SEVEN

Hours later, Darcy let herself in the front door, dreading the coming moments. She’d lied to the SU team and Captain Springer about Joe. In a few hours they’d know it and she’d lose her place on the team, and likely lose her job altogether. But that thought was the least of her worries. She had to face Joe and see whether her gamble had been for nothing.

The kitchen door slammed open, and she jumped. Joe filled the doorway, fury darkening his face, his chest heaving with suppressed rage.

Her hand crept to her throat, fear leaving a metallic taste in her mouth. She doubted Joe was going to thank her.

Quentin followed him out of the kitchen.

Her gaze shifted to him, but his expression gave away nothing of his thoughts, which made her even more nervous.

“You bitch!” Joe cursed. “You’ve made me into a thing. You didn’t have the right.”

Trepidation pumped her heartbeat faster and she opened her mouth to explain, but realized she really couldn’t. He was right. She’d made the choice for him, knowing how he felt about vampires. She straightened her shoulders, ready to face his ire.

Quentin laid a hand on Joe’s shoulder. “We talked about what happens next. You need to feed.”

“Shut up!” He shrugged off Quentin’s hand with a jerk. “This is between her and me.”

“I’m not leaving you alone with her.”

“Then you can watch,” Joe snarled.

Quentin looked ready to strike him, but Darcy shook her head.

Joe stalked toward her and Darcy held her ground, refusing to back away. This was Joe. He wouldn’t hurt her. He might be mad as hell, but he wouldn’t hurt her.

Grim-faced, he reached for the front of her black T-shirt and ripped it away. “Get your clothes off.”

Shaking, Darcy swallowed, her eyes widening as Joe crowded closer as if daring her to step back. “Can we at least go to the bedroom?” she asked, needing a moment to collect her courage.

“Strip now.” He enunciated each word slowly, his nostrils flaring. “I smell your fear. Smart lady.”

She lifted her trembling hands to the front of her sports bra, opened it and let it drop to the floor. His hand covered her breast immediately. He flicked the pad of his thumb on her nipple and it puckered, drawing to a tight point.

“My boots,” she said quickly. “I need to sit down.”

He shoved her back against the couch and she fell over the arm. He ripped at the laces and jerked her boots off, one at a time, then he pulled her to her feet again.

Her composure lost, Darcy sent Quentin a wild-eyed glance. What are you going to do?

His jaw tightened, but he remained still, his hands fisted at his sides.

“I said take off your clothes,” Joe snarled.

Darcy grabbed for the snap at her waistband, popped it open, and slid down the zipper. He stood so close her head rubbed his belly when she knelt to push the pants down her legs. Her cheek glided along his straining erection.

Naked, she straightened, fighting to keep her hands at her sides rather than covering her breasts.

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