He growled at her. "The word cunt sounds so right on your lips."

"Goddamn Impure pussy . . ."

Gray reached out and grabbed her by the arms. His strength peaked, he yanked her inside the shower and deposited her right in front of his face. Water rained down on both of them and she cursed.

"What's with the rescue, D?" he demanded. It was eating at him-to know, to understand. She'd rescued him once, in the hospital, now she was at it again. Was this all about Sara or was there more? Did she have any kind of feelings for him other than clear and present irritation?

Her hair was soaked, her face alive and impassioned and pissed off. She looked hot. Way too hot for him to want to knock her out. Knock her up though . . .

She grabbed him around the neck, squeezed just a fraction of an inch. "You know I allowed you to pull me in here, right?"

His fangs dropped. "Why. Did. You. Come. For. Me?"

She leaned in, her mouth close to his, and she lapped at one sharp, white fang with her tongue. "I've never come for you, Gray."

His cock twitched and started to rise. Fuck her. Screw her and her games.

She grinned at him. "And I don't ever want you thinking you can put your hands on me without my permission." Completely wet now, she leaned back against the shower wall and crossed her arms over her chest.

Gray stared, a hunger fisting inside him as he took in her body and the wet clothes that clung to it. Her white shirt was totally see through, the bra too, and it made his breath catch in his throat. Round, achingly pretty breasts assaulted his vision, but it was her nipples, hard and highly edible, that made the skin over his bones convulse.

He was hard now, his cock rock solid and pulsing against his stomach as though it had a heartbeat of its own. "Sara ask you to keep watch on me, D? Is that was this is all about? A favor for your fantasy girlfriend?"

Within the confines of the swirling steam, her face remained calm, but implacable. "She would never forgive me if I let something happen to you-something I could prevent."

"You're such a good friend."

"I try."

"Yeah, I know you do." He raised a brow. "Again and again to no avail. Talk about chasing something that can never be changed."

Her lip curled and her gaze drifted down his body. "Glad to see the cock still goes up and down, Impure."

"For anything with a nice set of tits." He leveled her with a callous gaze. "You know how that is, D."

She laughed. "If only I had a cock. Oh, the damage I could do."

His body went instantly on alert, heating up, rising up. "What kind of damage?"

She laughed at him.

She was so good at it, at making him feel like a dick, like a fool . . .

Like an Impure.

And yet, he wanted her. Wanted her more than he'd ever wanted anything.

"Tell me about the damage, D," he said, trying to control the shudder in his voice, the desire to pounce on her, then pound her senseless. "Or better yet, show me."

"You couldn't handle it, Gray."

There was not a trace of teasing or bitchiness in her tone or words this time. Nothing but truth, grave truth. And something else, something deep within her hazel eyes. It flashed there, a warning light.

But when had he ever stopped on red?

"Try me," he challenged.

She smiled-it may have been a sad, pitying smile, but he didn't care. She was away from the wall and coming at him like a tiger, graceful and deadly. Her fangs flashed as she wrapped her arms around his neck and captured his mouth.

Holy shit.

Gray felt as though he were dying, drowning. And he welcomed it-hell, he would've begged for it. It was the kind of kiss that consumed. The kind of kiss that didn't need to force the breath from your body because you handed it over without question or complaint. It was unlike any kiss Gray had ever experienced and as he gripped her waist and yanked her closer, impossibly closer, he let go of all thought, all concern. As the water rained down on both of them, and the world grew lava hot, Gray let the veana who both tortured and turned him on kiss the shit out of him.

Goddamn, her lips were so soft, impossibly soft-and luscious and teasing and when her tongue began to thrust into his mouth, back and forth with a sexual power that sent come to the tip of his cock, his fangs descended further and trembled with a desire he'd never experienced.

A desire maybe he should never have experienced because it would make every kiss pale in comparison after this.

She pulled back then, her eyes finding and locking with his. "I'll let you finish up in here."

She left the shower, walked right out of the bathroom, dripping wet and sans towel.

Gray hesitated for less than a second, the sight of her walking away wrenching something deep inside him. He forgot everything else, even the running shower, and bolted after her. The hallway was empty, but he spotted her wet footprints and followed her down the stairs. He knew, his brain knew, that the wisest course of action was not the one he was taking. And yet, it was as though an animal's instinct, hunger, primal need had taken over and he was just along for the ride.

He cleared the last step, stood there for a moment sniffing. Where was she? Wet and cruel. Where had she run off to?

Then he spied droplets of water in the carpet leading down another hallway. He took off, ran down its length and into a room that contained her scent, her wet, teasing, diabolical scent.

Could've been the kitchen, could've been the garage-he was too blind to everything else but her to notice or care. He thought maybe there was a bed on one wall, but all he saw, all he wanted was the veana undressing near the window. He was on her in seconds, had her around the waist, had her yanked back against his chest, and without thought had his mouth on the back of her neck.