Free Darkness Unleashed by Alexandra Ivy Page B

one smooth motion had rolled her beneath him, his body pinning her to the hard dirt.
    Regan felt her breath being squeezed from her lungs. Of course, who wouldn’t suffocate with a massive vampire squashing them?
    It didn’t have anything to do with the thick hair that had loosened from its braid to tumble about them like a curtain of gold satin. Or the scent of raw power flooding her senses.
    Nope. No way in hell.
    So why were those blue eyes thawing as if Jagr could sense the hot rush of her blood, and the renegade softening of her limbs?
    “We both know I could force you to Chicago if I wanted,” he husked, his hand cupping her face in a gesture of pure possession. “Unfortunately I understand your thirst for revenge and I’m willing to indulge you for a day or two. But not if this is a death wish. You take one unnecessary risk or try to sneak away from me again, and I will stuff you in a bag and carry you to your sister.”
    Regan hissed, her body trembling with the need to rub against the hard thrust of his arousal.
    “You’re really pissing me off.”
    His gaze lowered to her lips. “Do we have a deal?”
    “Screw you.”
    Muttering words she didn’t understand, Jagr buried his face in the curve of her neck, the sensation of his fangs scraping her sensitive skin sending a shocking rash of pleasure through her body.
    “You’re playing with fire, little one.”
    Regan’s lips parted, her fingers digging into his upper arms as his tongue lightly traced the line of her collarbone revealed by her new pink T-shirt.
    “Jagr,” she breathed.
    “You smell of hot nights and jasmine.” His mouth brushed her skin as he spoke, the cool stroke of his lips branding her flesh. “Exquisite.”
    Regan squeezed her eyes shut, desperately trying to halt the dark tide of need. Okay, her body wanted Jagr. Wanted him with a force that was close to going nuclear.
    But it was just lust. The reaction of a woman who had been denied sex her entire life.
    “I didn’t say you could kiss me,” she muttered, jerking with pleasure as his lips traveled up her neck to tease the hollow just below her ear.
    “Do you want me to stop?”
    Stop? Hell, no. She wanted him to rip off her clothes and lick her from head to toe. She wanted him to taste and nibble and bite until she screamed in pleasure. She wanted to wrap her fingers around his thickening cock and guide him into the aching void that refused to leave her in peace. She wanted…
    She wanted.
    And that was the problem.
    “Please, Jagr.”
    He nipped the lobe of her ear. “Please what, little one? What do you want?”
    “Christ.” Calling upon the considerable strength of her heritage, along with a good dose of panic, Regan slammed her hands against the steel width of his chest, managing to gain enough space to wriggle from beneath his body. Scrambling to her feet, she brushed the dirt from her new clothes and glared at the vampire who gained his feet with a sinuous grace. “What is it with you? One minute you’re giving me frostbite, and the next you have your tongue down my throat. Are you psychotic, or just a garden-variety wing nut?”
    With a cold smile, Jagr prowled toward the entrance of the cave. “I think the better question is why a woman who is so obviously desperate for my touch would be so terrified of her own desire.”

Chapter 6
    The high ridge overlooking the Mississippi River south of Hannibal was perfectly suited to hide a pack of renegade curs. The abandoned wooden cabin was miles from its nearest neighbor, and the thick tangle of trees deterred all but the most determined hikers. But it was not only the isolation that had lured Sadie and her pack to the remote peak.
    No, it was the echoing magic that lingered in the rich black earth, and the power of the churning waters below. In long-ago times, this land had belonged to the native Indians, and residue of their devotion to nature lingered with potent force, resonating through Sadie like a tuning