“It’s a terrorist!” someone yelled.

The passenger car door slid open with a crash. The dark figure came through, a towering mass radiating anger. Long silvery hair shining brightly in the fluorescent light.

“Draven,” she whispered in awe.

The warrior’s eyes locked on her without having to scan the rest of the passengers. He simply found her.

He was before her in a second, silent and so fast the passengers gasped at his speed. To them he disappeared and reappeared, to her, he was simply rushing.

He hauled her up by her arms, making her heart race in an entirely different way.

“You left me!” It was an accusation.

She blinked at his tone.

“Indeed.” She honestly had no idea what to say to that because a strange feeling like hope was about to burst in her chest.

“Everybody leave,” he said quietly, his gray eyes never leaving hers.

The passengers exchanged hesitant glances.

“Now!” he bellowed.

All of them snatched their bags and ran for the next passenger car. The door slammed shut with a loud finality leaving Lucinda only to hear the thundering of her heart and the heavy beat of his.

He grabbed her arms, pushing her back against the window she’d sat panicked against only minutes before. He leaned into her, surrounding her with heat that brought back a rush of memories, feelings.

“You left me.”

Lucinda’s breath caught in her throat as she looked up at him. She couldn’t slow her breathing and with each breath, her breasts pushed against his chest again and again. It was pure torture. Tightening things inside her that only he’d made her feel...or touched.

Their eyes locked, his intense with anger, hers shining with excitement.

“You came for me,” she said.

He cupped her jaw, cradling her gently. Right before his lips touched hers he whispered in a voice so raw with emotion, she shivered. “Couldn’t let you go.”

Then his lips found hers. His lips tasted like the sweetest ecstasy. He claimed her, pressed hard then thrust inside with a slick move that stole her breath away.

She had no idea how long they stood there kissing. Minutes, hours. All she felt was the rocking of the train and the possessive touch of his mouth moving over hers.

He pulled away, breathing hard. His hand cupped her cheek then slid to caress her neck in a languorous sweep. His lips followed that path.

His hot breath against her neck sent shivers across her body. He pressed his lips against the base of her throat then slowly she felt the wet press of his tongue, tasting her. The licks became stronger, firmer as he felt her rapid pulse.

The sharp press of his fang shouldn’t have come as a surprise, but it startled her nonetheless.

“You will feed from me. Right here?” she said breathlessly. Her hands threaded through his long white hair, holding him close.

He didn’t answer, only pulled her closer into his body. It was most indecent, nearly unheard of to feed in public. Around humans, nonetheless.

She wasn’t even sure if he’d do it. But then his fangs sank into her, her flesh giving way so easily.

She gasped, and he groaned. He drew long pulls from her and with each one her body coiled tighter, grew wetter until she was moaning, arching restlessly against him.

He pulled back for a moment. A dab of crimson coating his bottom lip.

“So beautiful.” The way he said it struck a chord with her. He didn’t say it as if it were a compliment, there was something else to his voice that she couldn’t quite pinpoint.

He struck again and her eyes rolled back. It was never like this with Master Tyrian. Only him. Only Draven.

Suddenly warm air brushed along her bare legs. Strong hands traced the contours of her bare thighs before cupping her bare bottom in a predatory grip.

“Draven!”

Frantically she looked around but no one was in the car with them. No one dared to peer into the windows at them.

He pulled away from her neck with one final lick to seal the wounds. Before she could say another word, his mouth was back on hers. One hand moved around to the front to cup her sex. He groaned against her lips, the sound producing one of her own.

“I need you now,” he said against her lips.

Lucinda darted glances up and down the passenger car. Still no one. But that didn’t mean someone might not come in or peer into the window.

“No, Draven. Not here.”

His fingers slid into her wet lips finding her hot and wet. He thrust his tongue inside her mouth and she had the distinct feeling he was showing her what he wanted to do to her down there.

“Yes, here,” he growled.

And that was all warning she had before he pulled his hard cock out and pressed it between her legs. Lucinda’s eyes threatened to shut permanently. Her head wobbled side to side before finally falling back against the wall as he rubbed his cock along her wet sex.

He gripped her thigh in a hand, cupped a cheek in another, then lifted her as he fit himself to her and thrust inside.

She choked on a moan as he started filling her. She’d never been with a man before Draven. Even that had only been twice and her body still felt too tight to keep him in. He didn’t look like he minded though, in fact, his eyes nearly simmered with heat.

He pulled back to watch her face as he held himself as deep as he could. She was hot and tight around him. It was only a matter of seconds before she was squirming in his grasp for something more.

“Draven,” she whispered raggedly.

He closed his eyes and started to thrust. He hit her deep and hard, unrelenting. His pace quickened fast like he had no control over himself.

Lucinda had only one choice—to hold on as he took her. It was rough and wild. Skin slapping together, harsh noises mixing as he plummeted her depths with a passion that tightened her sex into an impossible point.

She opened her mouth to scream but he caught it in a kiss, leaving her shuddering and moaning into his mouth as her body fiercely exploded around him. He followed her.

Hands bruising her flesh, he held her hard to him as he hammered into her, spurred on by her wet release. His face became a pained expression, his neck tightening with veins and tendons flexing.

On a harsh groan he landed deep, slammed his mouth down on hers and jetted his hot seed inside her.

The passenger car door slid open.

“What the heck is going on here?” yelled a man wearing a train attendant’s uniform.

Lucinda’s cheeks blushed with mortification as she pushed away from Draven and righted her dress.

Draven wasn’t nearly so fazed. He casually pulled his pants up as if the attendant had just walked in on them sharing tea not...sex.

“I said what the hell is going on here?”

Draven sent the man an arrogant look. Then he grabbed Lucinda’s hand and the world dissolved around them.

“I said hold on a sec!”

Jackie tossed back the covers and pulled a robe on as she half-weaved/half-stumbled to the front door. The pounding still didn’t stop. Ready to kill whoever dared to interrupt her sleep, she threw open the door and bared her teeth at her newest victim.

Thane Vanner did not look impressed with her anger.

“I need to talk to you,” he said curtly.

She looked at her wall clock and saw that it was almost three in the morning. “Now?” she said in disbelief.

He nodded and stepped past her.

“Um, excuse me. You can’t just saunter in here like you own the place.”

Ignoring her, he took a seat at her couch. “You said you’d always talk to me if I ever needed it. I’m calling you on that right now.”

Jackie’s mind struggled to think of when she’d said something so stupid, but then her mind flashed back to the drunken night at the club when he came and got her. And changed her life.