Part 3 (1/2)

He lowered his head and sank his teeth into her neck again, anchoring her in place as his hips resumed their deep, upward thrusts.

Darcy mewled like a kitten, one hand gripping his hair, the other sc.r.a.ping his back with her nails.

Quentin pounded harder, driving her higher against the wall-faster and faster.

Then she was writhing in his arms-a wild thing, clawing his back to reach the summit. Her o.r.g.a.s.m slammed through her, stiffening her legs, arching her back. She cried out.

Quentin's answering howl reverberated on the tiled walls.

Still panting, Darcy lifted her gaze rose to meet Quentin's. As she watched, his face reformed, but his gaze was wary. ”You can let me down now,” she said.

His lips tightened, but he nodded.

Suddenly, the door to the bathroom slammed open and the shower curtain jerked back. Joe took in their compromising position with a single searing glance.

He raised a sharpened stake in his fist.

Chapter Three.

”No! Joe, don't do it,” Darcy cried out, reaching beyond Quentin's back to stave off the blow.

”You G.o.dd.a.m.ned b.a.s.t.a.r.d!” Joe spat, his face and body taut with fury. ”What did you do-use your vamp hypnotism?”

Quentin remained where he was-deep inside Darcy's still-pulsating channel. Despite the interruption, he wasn't ready to withdraw from the sweet flesh fisting his c.o.c.k.

Joe raised the stake higher. ”Get off her!” he said, his jaw clenched.

”Unless you care to join us,” Quentin said, his tone even, ”I'd suggest-”

”We're finished.” Darcy pushed against his shoulders.

Reluctantly, Quentin backed away from the wall and eased his c.o.c.k from inside her body. Her legs slid to the floor, but he was gratified when she clutched his waist to steady herself.

He turned to face his adversary, unconcerned that his c.o.c.k gleamed with their combined c.u.m.

Joe's face darkened. When his gaze swept over Darcy's naked body, his stance grew even more rigid. ”b.a.s.t.a.r.d!”

Quentin realized Darcy's blood still trickled from the punctures in her neck. He held up both hands. ”I'll close the wounds.” Keeping an eye on the man holding the stake, Quentin drew Darcy close.

She flinched, but allowed him to lick her neck to seal the small punctures.

When Quentin lifted his head, he glared a challenge at Joe.

Joe's gaze darted to Darcy. ”Go get some clothes on,” he said curtly.

Darcy wrapped her arms around her waist and stepped toward Joe. ”You can't hurt him.”

Quentin hoped Joe didn't see her backside, or he'd be dust. His fingers had left bruises, which were quickly turning blue.

Joe's gaze bored into hers. ”Were you willing?” he asked, his voice raw.

”Yes,” she whispered.

He closed his eyes for a moment and lowered his stake. ”How could you?”

Darcy's face was ashen, and a sheen of moisture glazed her eyes. ”I don't know. I was curious, I guess.”

Curious? Anger bristled through Quentin, but he held his tongue. She'd been a h.e.l.l of lot more than curious. Hotter than a b.i.t.c.h in heat was a more apt description.

Joe's gaze swept over her again, and a muscle tensed in his jaw. ”f.u.c.k you, Darcy.”

Darcy blanched and turned away her face.

Quentin's hands balled into fists as he resisted the urge to tear the man's head from his body. He recognized jealousy and desire when he saw them, and Joe was eaten up with bitterness borne of both emotions.

”Get dressed,” Joe repeated.

Darcy left the room without a backward glance.

Quentin would have liked to follow her out to soothe the hurt he'd seen in her eyes. But Joe loomed over him, his chest rapidly rising and falling. Finally, his face twisted into a sneer, and he tossed the stake at Quentin's feet. ”Stay away from her, or I swear I'll kill you.” He turned on his heels and followed Darcy into the bedroom.

Quentin pulled the shower curtain closed and turned the water a notch hotter. Then he reached for the raspberry soap. When his lathered hands encircled his c.o.c.k, he murmured, ”This will be more interesting than I thought.”

”Darcy!”

Ignoring Joe's angry voice, Darcy shrugged into her robe and belted it tightly around her waist. When she felt his hand clamp onto her shoulder, she stiffened.

”Did...did he hurt you?” Joe asked, his voice softer now.

”No. I already said so.” The word strangled in her throat. She was sore, and she wouldn't be at all surprised if her tender inner flesh was slightly torn. The vampire's c.o.c.k had almost been more than she could take.

”Dammit, Darcy, don't lie.”

Darcy whirled, fighting tears and embarra.s.sment. ”Joe, this is none of your business. I'm fine.”

”Then why are you lying?” Joe's gaze pinned her.

Darcy fought to remain immobile and not give him a clue concerning her conflicting emotions.

He must have seen something anyway, because his lips twisted and he grabbed her arm. Pulling her behind him, he entered the living room, and then dragged her down the hallway to the guest bedroom.

When the door closed behind them, she shook off his hold. ”I'm tired. I want to rest.”

”After you've satisfied me,” Joe said, his jaw set.