He pushed back the darkness. He held her tighter. Her body slid down against his. Flesh pressed to flesh. He didn’t care about the others around him.
Only her.
She was the only thing that had ever mattered.
Eve pulled her mouth from his. She stared up at him with eyes so wide. What did she see?
Flames in his gaze?
A beast and a man?
Eve smiled at him. “Let’s get out of here,” she told him, voice soft and tender.
Maybe it was to protect the humans. Maybe she wanted him away from innocents. Right then, he didn’t care. He just needed to be with her.
Had to be with her.
“Eve!” The detective’s voice. Rage built in Cain, grew.
But the cop tossed her a pair of keys. Eve caught then in her left hand and closed her fingers into a fist around them. The cop pointed to a black truck on the right.
Other cops tried to move forward, but Roberts lifted his hand. “Bad f**king plan, trust me. Let him go for now, if you want to keep living.”
The cops stopped advancing. Cain lowered Eve to the ground, and she led him to the truck. Fire trailed in his wake.
They fled the chaos. Driving fast and hard. Eve’s hand was in his. Her body pressed against his. He could hold onto his sanity for just a little longer. Until they were away from the humans . . .
For just a little longer.
He could fight the darkness. As long as Eve was at his side, he could fight any damn thing.
Silken skin. Moans. The press of her lips against his.
Cain felt the sensations on his body. They soothed him. She soothed him. Sanity was coming back. Moment by moment. Memories. Needs. Emotions.
Everything centered around Eve. He knew everything always would.
He’d driven them for hours. He’d had one destination in mind. Just one . . .
The beach.
He’d had to get her there. Had to be with her. So he’d driven until he’d smelled the ocean air. The salt water. Until he’d heard the cry of seagulls.
They were the only ones on the beach. The sun was rising. Eve was naked, pressing her body against his.
Her eyes were on him, and she stared at him with such a gentle gaze. No fear. She should have been afraid.
Had she ever feared him?
He’d feared her. He’d known that without her . . .
“I’m not going anywhere.” She kissed him again. Her hips were over his. Her knees digging into the sand. “Not . . . anywhere.” She took him inside her in one long, slow glide. Her hands were against his, pushing them back onto the sand. The sky above her was shot with red and gold. Just like fire.
She began to move on him, lifting her body, then pushing down against him. His c**k was heavy, aching, and each movement made him even harder for her.
He could think again. Could focus past the rage and desperation. She was alive. Some way—alive.
His hips drove into her. Maybe too hard, but she didn’t pull away. She smiled. Arched back against him. Took him deeper.
His groan filled the air, merging with the crashing waves. She lowered her chest against his. Her ni**les slid over him, tight peaks, and her mouth took his.
Cain took control. He rolled her beneath him, letting the sand cushion her back. His tongue pushed into her mouth and the strokes of his body within hers pounded faster. He couldn’t hold back. Not now.
With her, maybe not ever.
He wanted her to feel the pleasure first. His fingers stroked between her thighs. Stroked over the center of her need. He pumped into her. Thrust his tongue into her mouth.
Her sex clenched around him, and she stiffened.
Yes.
He knew her so well. Could tell every sweet move of her body. Loved the ripple of her release.
“Cain.”
His name whispered from her lips. She did that to him—made him a man, not a beast.
The pleasure hit him, brutal, total, consuming. He held on to her even as he pounded into her core.
Eve.
His breath was ragged, his body weak, but he lifted his head and stared down at her.
She was smiling.
She made him want to smile, too.
“I love you, Cain,” Eve said.
He kissed her. Tasted the truth on her lips. Somehow, someway, she actually did love him.
Only fair, considering that she was his whole f**king world. “I love you,” he told her, but wondered if the words were a lie. Love—too tame a word for the way he felt about her. Too easy. His feelings for her were wild, intense, damn near terrifying.
Not just love. It felt like more.
Her fingers curled around his neck. “You saved me.”
No. Not even close. Cain shook his head.
Her smile widened. “You did, Cain. You cried for me, didn’t you?”
The taste of salt on her neck.
“The tears of a phoenix can heal. Wyatt was right about that.” A sad sigh eased from her. “Just wrong about everything else.”
Wrong. Twisted. So desperate for his experiments . . . even though he’d been tortured by those same experiments when he’d been just a boy.
He hadn’t been the only Wyatt to make a monster. It looked like his dear old father had been the first to start the business.
You made your own son into a killer. A true monster.
When he’d been just a kid.
Cain would never do that to his own child. If he ever had a child, if Eve ever wanted . . . I’d be better. He could protect, not just destroy.
Did Eve know that?
He gazed down at her, saw the trust shining in her eyes, and understood that she did.
Cain realized that he liked the way he looked—from her eyes.
“What happens now?” he asked her.
A shadow of pain slid across her face. “Did you see—did Trace make it out?”
He didn’t know. Couldn’t remember what had become of the werewolf after the explosion. His focus had been on her. “The cop got out. Maybe Trace did, too.” He’d offer her hope, always.
Eve nodded.
“They’ll be looking for me now.”
They. Not Genesis. That organization was dead. Jeremiah Wyatt had blown it—and himself—to hell. And you don’t get a ticket back, bastard.
But the humans who’d been on that scene, they’d all gotten a clear look at him. Seen the fury and power that lurked inside him.
Subject Thirteen had a face. A face they would fear.
“You don’t have to hide,” Eve told him. “Not from me. Not from them.”
He’d never hide from her. But as for the others . . . “They’ll want me dead.”
“Then it’s a good thing you can’t die.”
Her words caught him off guard. He’d expected a plan, not—not her fast, caustic reply.