STEP (The Senses) Read Free Page A

weight on her midsection.
    She sighed. She liked him too . . . in a round-about-sort-of way. Sexy. Hot. Dangerous. Bonus was she didn’t need condoms, as vamps didn’t carry diseases or impregnate, something she didn’t need happening ever again. And, well . . . he was against the rules. “Jedrik will be wondering why I never checked in.”
    “Since when do you check in with anyone ? And Jedrik’s a pansy.”
    “Sharpshooter with an arrow and has a hate-on for vamps."
    “He also went out of the city tonight,” Liam said with a smile.
    Shit, he knew everything that went on in this city, and it pissed her off. His contacts stretched further than the Senses ’. “Got me,” Delara said.
    “Not yet, my swee tness. Perhaps one day I will.”
    Yeah, right. That would be the same day she and Waleron tied the knot.
    Time to get him off and her out the door. It wasn’t a chore; he was great in bed and looked after her needs more than his own. She raised her arm and hooked the back of his neck, dragging him downward. “You drive me crazy.” Well, he did with his body, and yeah he had the charisma—sexy, alluring and charming all rolled into one big package. Problem was she always hated herself after she left his place, hated that she did this to ease another kind of suffering.
    “Do I?” he drawled as he kept his lips inches from her own.
    “Hmmm.” She attempted to pull him closer, but he resisted. Typical play for him. Games were his forte. She reached between them and found the heated length, curling her fingers around the hardness. “And I need you right now.” She raised her h ips and placed him inside her.
    He threw his head back and groaned a low animalistic sound. “Sweetness. Christ,” he moaned.
    Delara smiled at the control she had over him. She pulled his head down and took his lips for her own.
     
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    Kilter’s guess was that the Neanderthal wouldn’t kill her. She was too precious to her husband. Still, watching her being held in the bastard’s grip was sending his wrath into overdrive, which meant acting irrational regardless of the risk.
    Her frightened eyes widened at something behind him. Shit, he’d lost his concentration and wasn’t paying attention to what his senses were telling him. Woman behind with the smell of cold metal in her hand. Risk or not, he had to act fast.
    He leapt forward, slamming his full weight into Ben and Rayne just as the sound of a gun exploded.
    Kilter felt the recognizable searing pain in the back of his shoulder. Christ, he didn’t need this shit.
    The slight body beneath him shifted, and he thanked God he hadn’t broken every bone in her body landing on top of her as he did. The waif of a girl was like a pick-up-stick, but bone instead of wood.
    Kilter pushed Rayne aside and then plo wed his fist into the guy’s throat. He heard the sharp gasp of pain and took the opportunity to fire his gun at whoever had put the lead in his shoulder.
    A female’s voice erupted from around the corner of the corridor and he scented that it wasn’t the same woman who ’d shot him. “Let her go, and I will consider letting you live.”
    Kilter wanted to laugh at the preposterous notion. “Like hell,” he said, and to make his point clear he shot off a round in her direction.
    The air shifted and he immediately knew what the woman was—a Lilac. He tried to raise the Scar on his lower back, but being shot deterred him from using it. It was a kind of self-preservation, considering his Scar took an abundance of energy from his body.
    A fuckin’ Lilac. They needed to vacate ASAP, or they’d be trapped in her nasty webs and be praying for death.
    He kicked out at Ben’s arm as the Neanderthal raised his gun. It went flying across the corridor and hit the wall. He rolled to the side, grabbed the back of Rayne’s sweatshirt and hauled her to her feet.
    “A blast about now would come in handy,” Kilter said to Quill using telepathy.
    “ Location? ” Quill