Free Wolf in Plain Sight by Delilah Devlin

inside his pocket, but he realized he didn’t want to kill her.
    No, he wanted to plant it deep inside the chest of the man who looked ready to shoot his load in his pants.
    Max watched the pair, letting his anger grow with each passing second until the man’s face tightened with his release. Pia held him while the young man spasmed, gasping as his orgasm rushed through him. Then she slowly pulled away, licking his neck to close the punctures.
    At the sight of Pia raising her face to kiss the guy’s cheek, Max had all he could take. He stepped forward and clamped his hand on her shoulder, squeezing hard.
    Pia glanced back, but didn’t look particularly surprised to see him. Blood stained her lips, and her vamp teeth peeked beneath her upper lip. She turned to her host and murmured something that made him smile. He let her go and headed for the bar. Then she shrugged her shoulder.
    Max dropped his hand, but reached for her wrist and tugged her hard, pulling her into his arms. “Didn’t you get my message, sweetheart ?”
    She pressed her hands against his chest and glared. “A girl has to eat. I worked up quite an appetite last night.”
    Slipping the stake from his pocket, he glided it along the bare skin of her midriff. “Don’t think I won’t carry through. I let you off light the last time.”
    She shivered, and her nipples flowered, scraping his chest. “I’m a girl who appreciates a good, hard poke.” Holding his gaze, she licked the last traces of blood from her lips with a sensual sweep of her tongue. Her incisors remained protracted.
    Max’s body tightened, hard as the stake inside his fist. “You just happened to be here, right? My last stop of the night.”
    Her eyelids shuttered her expressive gaze. “And if I said, I’ve been following you?”
    “No way. You got here before I did.”
    Pia lifted her lips fractionally, baring the length of her fangs. “I work fast.”
    “You wanted me to see you feed on him?”
    “I want you to know what I am. I don’t want secrets.”
    “Why would it matter to me?”
    Rising on her toes, she whispered next to his ear, “Because I don’t want to worry that when I sleep in your arms, you’ll destroy me.”
    With the stake still in one hand, Max gripped her upper arms to push her back. Looking down into her face, he said, “That’s assuming we’ll ever share a bed again.”
    “Won’t we? Don’t you want me?” Her hand crept down the front of his pants and cupped him. “Tell me this isn’t all for me.”
    His erection burned at her touch. Much as he would have preferred to deny her, he did want her. But it was just a physical thing, he told himself—she was one hot little lay.
    He grabbed her hand, intending to shove it away. But through his slacks, he could feel the heat from it, and her fingers curved around him, squeezing. Instead of doing what he should have, he held her hand against him, encouraging her to rub up and down his length. “I hate this,” he bit out. “I hate you.”
    She tongued his nipple through his T-shirt. “But you love the sex, don’t you? So do I.” Her mouth pouted, and her gaze smoldered. She glided her hand beneath to cup his balls. “I want you to fuck my brains out, Max.”
    Max drew a deep breath, fighting his need for this woman, reminding himself— she’s the enemy, a demon in a pretty package .
    A demon who was driving him out of his mind with her sexy little nibbles. Her fangs scraped his skin through his shirt, while her hands played with his dick and ass.
    He shuddered, knowing he was quickly losing this battle of wills. He snagged her wrists and forced her arms behind her, bending her back.
    Excitement brought a rose flush to her skin. “Are you going to do it here, Max? Are you going to sink that stake deep inside me?”
    Witch! Oh, he wanted to sink something into her—the same something they were really thinking about. He wanted to drill a hole through his uniform to get at her. He slid his fingers