Bound In Death (A Vampire and Werewolf Romance) by Cynthia Eden Page A

was trying—in his way—not to scare the hell out of her.
    The wall seemed the safer alternative.
    Maybe.
    Her taste. Her fucking taste was incredible.  The first time he’d kissed her—he still remembered that moment—he’d gotten a little drunk off her.
    He was getting drunk right then.
    She tasted of paradise, of every pleasure he’d ever had. Woman and temptation. Sweet wine.
    Secrets in the dark.
    His hands were wrapped around her waist. His fingers brushed just under her breasts. He wanted to lift up his hands.  To touch her nipples. Pretty, pink nipples.
    She wasn’t kissing him back
.
    She had to feel the thick arousal pressing against her.  The way he had her lifted up, there would be no missing it.
    She wasn’t kissing him back.
    His mouth eased from hers, just for a moment. “Kiss me back.” Growled words, and not what he’d wanted to say. He’d wanted to say…
    Need me. Desire me. Crave me.
    The way he craved her.   
    He put his mouth against hers once more.  His tongue swept over her lips. Pushed into her mouth.
    And her tongue—
yes!—
she kissed him back
.
    Her nipples tightened against his chest.  Her hips arched toward him, and her nails sank into his shoulders.
    He liked the sting of pain.
    Liked her mouth moving on his even more.
    She kissed him with a tentative hunger, as if just discovering her desire again. He would help her to yearn, to need. He would guide her, show her every fuckin’ thing about his body.
    About the passion they had together.
    Her legs lifted.  Wrapped around his hips.
    He thrust against her, helpless.  Dammit, he wanted
in.
    She was sucking his tongue.  Giving a little moan in the back of her throat.  His cock was so swollen he hurt, and the only relief would come from her.  He’d thrust into her, drive as deep as he could go. Her body would remember him. She’d respond just as she had before. “Keira…”
    She shoved against him.
    Because it was
her,
he let her go.  Alerac eased her to the floor, then he dropped his hold.  He stared at her, breath heaving, desire like a red haze before him.
    “Wh-what did you call me?”  Her breath came as fast as his. Her eyes were wide, filled with passion—and fear.
    “Keira.” He said her name deliberately.
    Her hands flattened on the wall behind her, as if she needed the support.  “That’s…me?”
    “Yes.”   His Keira. She would be his again. Always. No one would take her from—
    “No.” A definite shake of her head. “Don’t call me that, understand?  I-I know you
think
you know me but…” Another fast shake of her head. “I don’t know you.  And I don’t remember being
her.
”
    But she was Keira. Lost, but finally found.
    “I’m Jane.” Her voice was husky.  Arousing. “Jane Smith. That’s the name I chose. The only name I know.” She lifted one trembling hand from the wall. Touched her chest. “That’s me, not K-Keira.”
    She was wrong.
    “You and Keira…you were…lovers?”
    “You and I were lovers.” The words snapped from him.
    She flinched.
    And he remembered the way she’d run away with the human. The doctor. While Alerac had been bleeding, she’d fled with Heath. Their hands had locked. She’d gone to that rundown building
seeking
the doctor. 
    With her memories gone, had Keira turned to another? To that bastard?
    His claws burst from his fingertips. “
Were you with him?”
    She jumped away from that wall. Moved so fast. Vampire fast.  And in the next instant, she had half the room between them.
    He tried to leash his beast, but the possessive fury filling him was too strong to fight. “Your doctor,” he gritted out. “The man who
left
you during that vampire attack. Were you with him?”
    Her eyes were wide. “If I say yes, what happens?”
    Fuck, fuck,
fuck!
    He whirled for the door. 
    She grabbed him. Forced him back toward her. “I wasn’t with him.”
    He couldn’t see past the fury of the beast. 
    “I wasn’t, okay?  And even if I