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by Lara Adrian

  Forcing himself to dial things down before they got any further out of his control, he pulled out of her warmth and swung his legs over the edge of the bed on a ripe curse. The floor was cold beneath his feet, frigid against his enlivened, sweat-sheened skin. When Jenna’s hand came to rest lightly on his back, her touch went through him like a flame.

  “Brock, are you okay?”

  “I gotta go,” he said, gruff words that scraped over his tongue.

  It was hard as hell to make his body move off the bed when Jenna was so near, naked and beautiful. Touching him with sweet, though unnecessary, concern.

  This encounter—the sex he’d so benevolently offered, thinking he had everything so well under control—was supposed to be about her. At least, that’s what he’d convinced himself of when he’d kissed her in the war room and realized how long she’d been alone, untouched. But it had been a selfish move on his part.

  He’d wanted her, and he’d fully expected that all it would take to get her out of his head—out of his system—was having her in his bed. He’d expected her to be like any other of his pleasantly casual, deliberately uncomplicated dalliances with human women. He couldn’t have been more wrong. Instead of dousing his attraction to Jenna, making love with her had only increased his desire for her. He still wanted her, now more fiercely than before.

  “I can’t stay.” The muttered statement was more a reinforcement for himself than an explanation directed at her. Without looking at her, knowing he wouldn’t be able to find the strength to leave if he did, he stood up. He reached down to pick up his jeans and hastily put them on. “Sundown is coming soon. I’ve got patrol orders to review, weapons and munitions to prepare—”

  “It’s all right, you don’t have to give me excuses,” she interjected from behind him. “I wasn’t going to ask you for a cuddle or anything.”

  That made him turn around to face her. He was relieved to see there was no judgment or anger in her expression, nor in the steady gaze that locked onto his, but he didn’t quite buy the careful set of her jaw. She probably expected it made her look tough, unflappable—the cool, practiced confidence that said she would never back down from any challenge.

  If he had just met her, he might have believed that look. But all he saw in that moment was the fragile, secret vulnerability that hid behind the take-no-bullshit mask.

  “Don’t think this was a mistake, Jenna. I don’t want you to regret what happened here.”

  She shrugged. “What’s to regret? It was just sex.”

  Incredible, mind-blowing sex, he mentally corrected, but refrained from saying so when just the thought made him grow even harder. God, he was going to need to find a very cold shower and fast. Or maybe an ice bath. For a week straight.

  “Yeah.” He cleared his throat. “I have to go now. If your leg bothers you, or if there’s anything else you need … anything I can do for you, let me know. All right?”

  She nodded, but he could see from the defiant glint of her eyes and the slight, stubborn rise of her chin that she would never ask. She might have been reluctant to accept his help before, but now she’d be damned determined to refuse anything he might offer.

  If he’d wondered whether this encounter had been a mistake, the answer was staring him full in the face now.

  “I’ll see you around,” he said, feeling just as lame as he sounded.

  He didn’t wait for her to tell him not to hold his breath, or something even more succinct. He turned away from her and left the bedroom, grabbing his T-shirt on his way out, and cursing himself as a first-rate asshole as he closed the door behind him and headed up the empty corridor.

  ————

  With a self-loathing groan, Jenna let herself fall back onto the bed as the door in the other room closed behind Brock. She’d always had a knack for scaring men off, with or without a loaded weapon in her hand, but sending a formidable male like Brock—a vampire, for crissake—into a post-sex bolt out the door ought to win her some kind of prize.

  He said he didn’t want her to think getting naked with him had been a mistake. Didn’t want her to regret it. Yet the expression on his face as he’d looked at her seemed to contradict all of that. And the way he’d hightailed it out of the place didn’t leave a lot of room for doubt, either.

  “It was just sex,” she muttered under her breath. “Get over it.”

  She didn’t know why she should feel stung and embarrassed. If nothing else, she should be grateful for the release of so much pent-up sexual frustration. Obviously, she’d needed it. She couldn’t remember ever feeling so heated and out of control as she had been with Brock. As sated as she was, her body still vibrated. All of her senses seemed tuned to a higher frequency than normal. Her skin felt alive, tingling with hypersensitivity, too tight for her body.

  And then there was the tangle of her emotions. She lay back, awash in confusion about the still-ripe curiosity that had made her bite Brock—so hard, she’d actually drawn blood. The strange, spicy-sweet taste of him lingered on her tongue, as exotic and enigmatic as the man himself.

  She had the fleeting sense that she ought to be appalled at what she’d done—in fact, she had been horrified immediately afterward—but as she lay there now, alone in the bed that belonged to him, some dark, twisted part of her craved even more.

  What the hell was she thinking? She must be losing her mind to entertain thoughts like that, let alone to have acted on the impulse.

  Or maybe what was driving her was something even worse …

  “Oh, shit.” Jenna sat up, a sudden, sick worry coming over her.

  Her blood work and DNA had begun to alter from the implant embedded inside her. What if that wasn’t the only thing that was changing about her?

  Dread sitting like a cold rock in her gut, she leapt out of the bed and hurried to the bathroom, flipping on all of the lights. Leaning over the marble counter, she peeled back her upper lip and stared into the large mirror.

  No fangs.

  Thank God.

  Nothing staring back at her except her own familiar reflection, her own unremarkable, wholly human set of teeth. She’d never been so glad to see them since the day she first had her braces off at the awkward age of thirteen—a too-tall, too-tough tomboy who’d had to kick a lot of junior high school boys’ asses for all the teasing she took about her metal mouth and training bra. A wry, half-hysterical laugh bubbled out of her. She could have saved herself a lot of effort and bruises if she’d been able to flash a pair of razor-sharp fangs at her schoolyard tormentors.

  Jenna heaved a long sigh and sagged against the counter. She looked normal, which was a relief, but inside, she was different. She knew that, and she didn’t need Gideon’s latest test results to tell her that something very peculiar was going on under her skin.

  In her bones.

  In the blood that seemed to rush like rivers of lava through her veins.

  She brought her hand up under the fall of her hair, brushing her fingers over her nape, where the Ancient had made his incision and embedded his piece of hateful biotechnology inside her. It had healed up; she felt no trace of it on the surface of her skin as she had before. But she’d seen the X rays; she knew it was there, burrowing deeper into her nerves and spinal cord. Infiltrating her DNA.

  Becoming part of her.

  “Oh, God,” she murmured, a wave of nausea rolling up on her.

  How much more messed up could her life get? She had something this monumental to deal with, and yet she’d gone and gotten naked with Brock. Then again, maybe she’d needed to be with him precisely because of everything else she was dealing with lately. What she didn’t need was to complicate an already overcomplicated situation.

  She sure as hell didn’t need to sit there and worry about what he might think of her now. She didn’t need to go there at all, but telling herself that didn’t keep the thoughts of him from entering her head.

  And as she peeled the bandage from her healing thigh and turned on the sh
ower, she told herself that she didn’t need Brock or anyone else to help get her through whatever lay ahead. She’d been alone for a long time. She knew what it was to fight on her own, to pull herself through dark days.

  But knowing that didn’t keep her from leaning on the memory of Brock’s strength—the soothing power of his tender words and his gifted hands. His gently murmured promises that she wasn’t alone. That with him, she was safe.

  “I don’t need him,” she whispered into the empty echo of the room. “I don’t need anything from anyone.”

  There was a small quake in her voice, a wobbly note of fear that she despised hearing. She sucked in a sharp breath, blew it out on a curse.

  Jenna stepped into the shower and under the warm spray, closing her eyes. She let the steam envelop her fully, let the steady rhythm of the falling water swallow up her soft, shaky sobs.

  Brock should not have been surprised to run into one of the other warriors, since nightfall was approaching topside and most of the Order would be heading out soon on patrols of the city. But probably the dead last person he wanted to see as he came out of the shower room, where he’d spent a good hour under a frigid dousing, was Sterling Chase.

  The former Enforcement Agent was cleaning his firearms on a table in the weapons room. He looked up from his work when Brock strode through, already dressed in black fatigues and combat boots, ready to get a jump on the night’s missions.

  “Looks like you and I are partners tonight,” Chase drawled. “Lucan’s sending Kade and Niko down to Rhode Island. Something about intel Reichen picked up on his recent work in Europe. They’re heading out as soon as the sun sets.”

  Brock grunted. He and Chase, patrol partners? Talk about a bad day heading farther south. “Thanks for the update. I’ll try not to accidentally kill you while we’re looking for bad guys tonight.”

  Chase gave him a deadpan look. “Likewise.”

  “Shit,” Brock hissed on a sharp exhale. “Which one of us pissed him off?”

  Chase’s brows arched under his short-cut, blond crown of hair.

  “Lucan,” Brock said. “I don’t know why the hell he’d team us up, unless he’s trying to prove a point to one or both of us.”

  “Actually, the assignment was my suggestion.”

  The admission didn’t exactly make things better. Brock stilled, suspicion rankling his brow. “You suggested that we partner for patrol.”

  Chase inclined his head. “That’s right. Consider it an olive branch. I was out of line earlier with regard to you and the human. I shouldn’t have said what I said.”

  Brock stared, incredulous. He bore down on him, more than ready to escalate things if he got even so much as a whiff of duplicity out of the arrogant male. “Let me tell you something, Harvard. I don’t know what kind of game you think you’re playing, but you do not want to fuck with me.”

  “No game,” Chase said, his piercing blue eyes steady. Clear. Honest, to Brock’s amazement. “It was beneath me to act the way I did earlier, and I apologize.”

  Brock backed off, lifting his chin as he considered the surprising sincerity of Chase’s words. “All right,” he said slowly, cautious that he didn’t get too comfortable too soon.

  He’d been on enough missions with Sterling Chase. He’d seen him operate, and he knew the male could be a viper—both in armed combat and in wars of words. He was dangerous, and just because he was extending his hand in an apparent truce now didn’t mean Brock should be too eager to turn his back to him.

  “Okay,” he murmured. “Apology accepted, man.”

  Chase nodded, then went back to cleaning his weapons. “By the way, that cut on your neck is bleeding.”

  Brock growled a curse as he reached up and ran his fingers over Jenna’s little bite mark. There was only the faintest trace of blood there, but even a fraction of that would have been too much to escape the notice of one of the Breed. And under a truce or not, it was just like Chase not to let that notice slide by without comment.

  “I’ll be ready to roll at sundown,” Brock said, his eyes trained on the bent blond head that didn’t so much as twitch in response, Chase’s attention remaining fixed on the work spread out on the table before him.

  Brock pivoted and stalked out to the corridor. He hadn’t needed the reminder about what had happened between Jenna and him. She’d been on his mind, occupying the bulk of his thoughts, since the moment he left her in his quarters.

  Chase’s apology made him realize that he owed one, as well.

  He didn’t want to leave things the way he had with Jenna. Part of him wondered if he’d been fair in how he’d pursued her, following her after she’d run away from him, fighting back tears. He’d drawn away her grief with his touch, but had doing so also made her more pliable to his own demanding need for her?

  It hadn’t been his plan to manipulate her into his bed, no matter how badly he’d wanted her. And if he had seduced her, there was no mistaking Jenna’s desire once they had gotten started. It didn’t take much to relive the feel of her hands on his skin, soft yet demanding. Her mouth had been hot and wet on his, giving and taking, driving him wild. Her body had sheathed him like slick, warm satin, a memory that had him growing hard just to think of it.

  And then, when he’d felt the blunt pressure of her human teeth at his throat …

  Holy hell.

  He’d never known anything so hot.

  He had never known a woman as hot as Jenna, and he hadn’t exactly been living the life of a monk that he lacked the basis for comparison. Human females had long been his preferred type—a pleasant diversion with no threat of attachment. He’d never even been tempted to think past a few nights when it came to his human lovers. Now he wondered if he hadn’t been looking at Jenna Darrow in the same light. Deep down, he had to admit that he’d been hoping he could keep her in that neat little compartment.

  As of now, he was determined to lock the lid down on his attraction to her and walk away while he had the chance.

  But there was still the matter of how he’d left things with her.

  Even if she was upset with him, which she had every right to be, he wanted her to know that he was sorry. Not sorry for the sex that had been so hot it was a wonder they hadn’t combusted together, but sorry for taking off without manning up to his own weakness afterward. He wanted to set things straight so they could move on.

  And what, be friends?

  Hell, he wasn’t even sure he knew how to do that. He could count his friends on one hand, and none of those friends were human. None of them were females who set him on fire just by being in the same room.

  In spite of all that, he found himself standing outside his former quarters, his clenched fist poised to rap on the closed door. He dropped his knuckles against the panel in a light knock. There was no answer.

  For a moment, he debated whether he should just turn around and let the whole thing lie. Chalk up the whole episode with Jenna as a lapse in judgment that he was never going to repeat. But before he could decide which would be the bigger offense—walking in uninvited or walking away again—he had opened the door.

  The place was dark, not a single light on. He smelled shampoo and dissipating steam emanating from the bathroom as he strode silently through the apartment. He made no sound as he walked into the bedroom, where Jenna lay in his bed sleeping, curled away from him on her side. He drifted over to her, watching for a moment, listening to the slow, quiet rush of her breathing.

  The urge to slip in beside her was a strong one, but he held himself in check. Barely.

  Her dark hair spread over the pillow in damp, glossy strands. He reached out, let his fingers stray into its softness, careful that his touch didn’t disturb her. His apology would have to wait. Maybe she wouldn’t even want to hear it.

  Yeah, maybe it would be best for both of them if he just backed off from anything personal and kept their interactions on a purely professional level for however long she might remain at the compound. Go
d knew, that sounded like the most reasonable plan. The safest plan for both of them, but especially for her. Getting too close to someone he was assigned to protect meant getting sloppy at what he was trained to do.

  He’d been there before, and a vibrant young woman paid the price with her life. He wasn’t about to put Jenna in that kind of jeopardy. Sure, she was tough and capable, not the naïve innocent who had put her trust in Brock and died for the mistake. But so long as he was charged with Jenna’s well-being—entrusted with her protection—he was going to have to keep her at arm’s length. That was one promise he was determined to keep.

  Not that she’d likely argue, after the way he’d bungled things between them in this room.

  He let the damp, dark tendril fall back into place on the pillow. Without a word, without a sound, he backed away from the bed. He left the apartment as stealthily as he’d entered … unaware that in the stillness of the bedroom, Jenna’s eyes had opened, her breathing stopped as she listened to him make his almost perfect escape for a second time that night.

  CHAPTER

  Fifteen

  Earth to Jenna. Everything okay with you?”

  “Huh? Oh. Yeah, I’m fine.” Jenna glanced up at Alex, snapping herself out of the daze that had been hijacking her focus all night. Ever since Brock’s unexpected B&E in her room a few hours ago. To say nothing of the incredible sex that had preceded it. “Just lost in my thoughts, I guess.”

  “That’s exactly why I asked,” Alex said. “You’ve been somewhere else since you sat down with me here tonight.”

  “I’m sorry. It’s nothing to worry about. Everything is fine.”

  Jenna picked up her fork and chased a bite of salmon around her plate. She wasn’t hungry, but when Alex had fetched her for a quiet dinner together in her quarters, Jenna couldn’t deny that she welcomed her best friend’s company. She wanted to pretend, if only for a little while, that things were the same as they’d been in Alaska just a few weeks ago—before she’d known about her brother’s corruption and death, before she’d learned about vampires and alien biotechnology and accelerated DNA mutations.