Circle of Desire (21 page)

“I hope so,” she said. “I certainly hope so.”

H
OWEVER MUCH THEY MIGHT HAVE WANTED TO PROVIDE THE
shortest explanation in history, the sheriff certainly wasn’t about to let them get away with it. It was nearly an hour before they made their escape. Kat closed her eyes and leaned back against the headrest. They’d given her some painkillers, and her headache had eased to a muted thumping. Bearable, but still not pleasant.

She had a suspicion, however, that a decent cup of coffee, something to eat, and a good hour or so of loving might take away the rest of the ache.

The storm raged, making conversation almost impossible as they drove back to the cabin. Not that she minded. There was a certain intimacy in sitting here, cocooned in warmth, the sound of rain pounding on the car’s roof mingling with the swish of wipers. And Ethan caressing her thigh as he drove, warming her more thoroughly than any car heater ever could.

She was almost disappointed when the car slowed and he moved his hand to change gears. She opened her eyes to discover they were back at the cabins.

“If those lights are anything to go by, your grandmother’s
still awake,” he said. “You want to go in and give her an update?”

“We’d better.” If they didn’t, she’d just come in to see them. “Besides, she might have heard from Seline while we were out.”

They got out of the car and raced for the door. Gwen opened it as they neared, and heat and warmth rushed out at them.

“I lit the fire in your cabin, too,” she said. “Thought you might appreciate it.”

“Thanks.” Kat took off the two jackets and hung them over the chair to dry. “You heard anything from Seline yet?”

“They found some text that looks promising. She hopes to have it transcribed by morning.” Gwen’s gaze narrowed slightly. “I’m gathering the mara got away again?”

Kat nodded and held out her hands to the fire. “With the kid, unfortunately. The farmer’s son took me out before I had a chance to follow it.”

Gwen looked at Ethan. “And you had no chance of following it?”

He shook his head. “I couldn’t even smell it, let alone see it.”

“So the mara is invisible even when it’s holding the kid?”

Kat turned and warmed her rear end. “The kid was invisible, too. I didn’t feel any sort of psychic shield, so it has to be some form of magic.”

“Psychic shield?” Ethan asked as he stripped off his wet shirt.

Kat tried not to stare at all the lean muscle on show, then gave it up when she realized her grandmother
was openly enjoying the view and Ethan didn’t seem to care.

“Many vampires have the ability to touch your mind and make you think they disappear into shadow,” she said. “But the reality is, your brain simply stops seeing them.”

“So is this mara a vampire, or a spirit?”

“It might be both, for all we know. It just takes souls to survive rather than blood.” Gwen disappeared into the bathroom and came back with towels she tossed to both of them. “So, we—or you—try to hunt down this thing in the morning.”

Kat nodded. “We’ll start with that cabin Ethan found. The zombies have to be guarding something.”

“It could just be a trap,” Ethan said.

“The only way to know if it’s a trap is to spring it.” Gwen’s voice was grim. “You two had better go get something to eat, then grab some sleep. I’ve got a feeling it’s going to be a long day tomorrow.”

But hopefully, in the end, a more successful one than today, Kat thought. “Have you eaten?”

“Yep. I’ll stay here and work on zombie deterrents.” She hesitated, her eyes twinkling mischievously as she added, “With all the noise of the storm and such, I’m not going to be getting much sleep anyway, am I?”

“I guess not,” Kat said blandly. She could feel Ethan’s gaze on her. Feel his sudden amusement. “Just make sure you set the warding stones again.”

“I have. Stop fussing and go get warm.”

Kat walked into the other cabin and discovered two pizzas waiting for them in the fridge, and the coffee machine on and ready. She zapped the meals in
the microwave and poured two cups of coffee as Ethan squatted near the old record player.

“What do you prefer?” he said. “Elvis Presley or Frank Sinatra?”

“There isn’t anything more modern?”

“It’s them or jazz, and personally I’m not a big fan of jazz.”

Neither was she, though Gwen was, so she’d certainly heard enough of it over the years. “What Elvis albums we got?”

“Compilations. Ballads, mainly.”

“That’ll do.” Right now, Frank singing
I did it my way
was not what she needed. Especially since the man she was with had every intention of doing just that and to hell with what might be happening between them. The microwave beeped. She gathered the cutlery and put everything on the table. “Dinner’s ready.”

“Nothing like soggy pizza after midnight,” he said, smiling ruefully as he sat down opposite her.

“I didn’t think cops were overly fussy about when and what they ate.” She picked up her coffee, savoring its bittersweet taste.

“We’re not, which is why most of us develop ulcers later in life.”

“I would think job stress would have something to do with that.”

He shrugged. “It doesn’t help.”

She cut her pizza into four, then picked up a piece and dug in. “Did you always want to be a cop?”

“Not especially.”

“So why did you become one?”

“Had to do something once I left home.”

She studied him for a minute, noting his closed expression, and said, “You don’t want to speak about the past?”

His gaze met hers. Pain briefly lit the nut-brown depths. “Not especially.”

“Why not?”

“Because it doesn’t matter anymore.”

“It matters to
me
.” Because she needed to know, needed to understand, what was going on in his head, if not his heart.

“Then it shouldn’t.” His gaze hardened a little, became more wolf than man. “Don’t look for what isn’t there. Don’t expect me to give anything more than what I already have.”

“I know, I know—it’s just sex for you.” And she didn’t believe it any more now than she had originally. She pushed away her half-finished pizza. “So, what are you waiting for? Let’s get down to it.”

He studied her for a minute, then sighed and looked away. “Don’t do that.”

“Why not?” She rose and stripped, throwing her clothes in a pile beside the table. The warm air caressed her skin, but it was the hunger suddenly visible in his eyes that made her hot. “This is what you want, isn’t it? A willing partner? Sex when you need it?”

His gaze skimmed her, then leaped away. His need intensified, burning the air. “Don’t push, Kat. Not like this.”

Pushing him sexually was
exactly
what she had to do. He needed to see there was a difference between what he wanted and what they actually had. Even if he never admitted there
was
a difference, even if he
still walked away when this case was over, she needed to do this.

“Why not?” She walked around the table and stood in front of him. “You want sex. I want sex. What’s the problem?”

His mouth was a slash of anger, his body tense. But his eyes glowed, and the scent of his desire was so strong she could smell it. The wolf was very close to gaining control. While she suspected that might not be pleasant, she trusted him not to hurt her.

Desperation glinted briefly in his eyes, only to drown in the hunger. “I will not—”

She snagged him with kinetic energy and dragged him to his feet. Then she pressed herself close and kissed him. With a growl deep in his throat, he wrapped a hand around the back of her neck and held her still and hard against him. He tasted her deeply, thoroughly, and she fought the need to return it in kind. If he wanted nothing but sex, she was going to make damn sure that was all he got.

His touch became demanding, almost forceful. She quivered, fighting the sensations coursing through her, fighting to remain passive. He clasped her rear, pressing her closer still, so that all she could feel was the hammering of his heart and the pulsing heat of his erection.

A heat she ached to feel deep inside.

He kicked aside the chair and pushed her back against the wall. Pinning her with his weight, he rubbed his hardness against her. It felt so good she had to bite back a groan. She reached for kinetic energy and undid his zipper, thrusting his pants and boxers down to his ankles. There was very little gentleness
in the way he entered her, his thrusts hard and deep and almost angry. But it didn’t matter. Right now she wanted him any way she could get him.

Maybe there was wolf in her, as well. Given what her mother had been, it was certainly more than possible.

He made another sound deep in his throat, then abruptly pushed away from her. His chest heaved as he sucked in air, and his eyes were wild with anger and passion combined.

“Not like that.” His voice was little more than a growl. “Never like that. Not with you.”

Though she felt like dancing, all she did was raise her eyebrows. “But it’s what you want, isn’t it?”

“There’s a difference—”

“Yes,” she cut in. “There is. And why do you think that is?”

He didn’t answer. Maybe he never would. Maybe all this was for nothing, and she was nothing more than a fool to even be worried about it. Maybe she should do as her grandmother had suggested and just enjoy the time they had together.

Except she wanted the chance to explore the promises he made with his touch and his body and his eyes. Even if, in the end, all it amounted to was nothing more than a semi-serious moment.

But such exploration required two willing participants, and right now, there was still only one.

She sighed and stepped past him. “I’m going for a shower.” And a cold one at that.

He didn’t reply and he didn’t stop her, though his gaze burned a hole into her back as she walked away.

* * *

E
THAN GRABBED THE DOOR KEY AND STRODE INTO THE
night. He needed to put distance between him and Kat. Needed to cool the thrumming desire to take what she had so readily offered. To finish in anger what she’d started in anger.

The rain lashing his skin was icy, but it did little to cool the ardor pounding through his blood. He’d come as close as he’d ever come to losing control tonight, and it was an experience he didn’t want to complete. Not with Kat. Not with anyone. He’d spent most of his adult life fighting that part of him, keeping it fully leashed, and he had no intention of letting all that slip—especially now, when Janie’s life was at stake.

He strode across the road and onto the beach. Waves pounded the shoreline, seething whitely in the storm-swept darkness. He thrust his hands deep in his pockets and stopped on the edge of the foam-kissed sand.

He felt like those waves—tossed a hundred different ways and unable to do anything about it. The past couldn’t be altered. Nor could the effect it had had on him. Change was impossible. Because of what he was. Because of the curse that was his heritage.

Kat, with all her knowledge of the supernatural, should have been the one person in the world who could truly understand that.

So why didn’t she? Why did she keep on insisting there was more to them than there ever could possibly be?

He raised his face to the sky, letting the stinging
rain numb his skin. Wished it could do the same to his mind. His blood. His need for Kat.

The moon had a lot to answer for, he thought grimly.

And yet, was it the moon’s fault that he hungered for her in a way he’d never hungered for a woman before? Or that he’d never felt anything as strong as this in his adult life?

Maybe it was just worry for Janie. Maybe it was the loneliness that had haunted him for the last few years. Maybe it was just a growing distaste for seeking satisfaction from an endless line of faceless women.

Or maybe, as she’d suggested, there
was
something between them.

But if that were the case, it was a seed that was destined to wither and die. Because of the past. Because of Jacinta, who had stolen his heart and his dreams, only to destroy both.

Be honest with her
, Gwen had advised. He could at least do that—offer Kat the truth, or as much of it as she needed to know. Because no matter how much he might hunger for her, there was nothing else left for him to give.

For the first time in many years, he viciously cursed the woman he’d once loved, then turned and headed back to the cabin.

K
AT HEARD THE CABIN DOOR OPEN
. S
HE HITCHED THE COMFORTER
closer to her nose and closed her eyes. Soft steps echoed in the living room, then the smell of rain and man entered the bedroom.

She tensed a little, not sure what to expect. Not sure what sort of mood he might be in. But he walked across to the fire, not the bed, and the tension slithered away.

The soft rustle of material told her he was undressing. She resisted the urge to look and tried to keep her breathing soft and even, though she had no doubt he knew she was awake.

When he made no further sound, she opened her eyes. He faced the fire, his hands on the mantel, knuckles white. The glow of the flames caressed his bare body, making his skin appear almost golden. Tension knotted his shoulders, and his breathing was rapid. Because of the moon. Because of what she’d done. Because of what they hadn’t finished.

Guilt slithered through her, but as she gripped the comforter to toss it aside, he said, “Don’t move.”

She hesitated, then obeyed. “Why?”

“Because there’s something I need to tell you. Something I need to explain.”

Though surprise rippled through her, she said, “You really don’t have to.”

“I do, because you’re right. There’s something between us, and I need to explain why it can be nothing more than what it already is.”

No explanation could make her believe that. But as the swirl of his emotions began to invade her senses and fill her mind with the echo of his pain, she wasn’t so sure.

He hesitated. “I was seventeen when I met Jacinta.”

His voice was soft, but full of remembered wonder. And suddenly she didn’t want to hear any more, because already it was obvious that despite her determination
to believe otherwise, this woman still had what she never would. She briefly closed her eyes and fought the urge to scream at fate for putting this man in her path when it was far too late for them to build anything together.