Chapter 17

The motel room was decorated in pale shades of cream and red-but the soothing, appealing color scheme was doing more harm than good. It wasn’t helping him relax. Kane was still as restless and on edge as he had been when he had found the motel on the outskirts of the town, far away from home and danger. He was still thrown off balance, but he didn’t mind. 

And now, Kane was stuck in this tiny space with a girl he wanted so badly he couldn’t think straight or act right.

With a fierce and hard, frustrated growl, he shoved his hands back through his short, dark hair and locked his fingers behind his neck.

Divina didn’t deserve this, damn it. Yeah, she was stubborn, free-spirited, adventurous and bad at listening to sound advice, but she was human. She was a good person. She didn’t deserve to be caught in the middle of this kind of situation. And Kane was the last male on earth who should be laying his hands on her. 

“Kane.”

The slurred, gentle whispered sound of his name made him cringe. Taking a deep breath, he turned toward the bed . . . and she was waiting there. Kane managed to get her to button her shirt back up before carrying her from the truck into the room, but this hadn’t helped him much. 

She remained her incredibly sexy look, all rumpled, flushed and sensual like she was just lying there, waiting for him to fall on her like a sex-starved beast-which was exactly what he was feeling like. Had he ever had a woman in bed? 

Yes, once. It didn’t matter how many women, but they can’t be compared with Divina. She made a hell of a difference. 

“It’s getting worse,” Divina moaned, holding her middle as if she was in pain, but reverse was the case. Her features were etched with sexual need, her heady scent thick with arousal, so much that Kane could feel the electric sensation all over his skin. Whatever drug Byrd had given her, he had no doubt it was doing its job perfectly. It was making her mindless with hunger for sex. In fact, her animalistic instincts were active. 

“Is this . . . do I feel like this because of your… he drugged me right?”

“Yeah.” Kane’s voice was little more than a croak. 

“The drug won’t hurt you, but it’s an aphrodisiac. It’s making you crave for sex or better still, sexual release. He thought it was a sleeping pill or something,”

“I . . . yes . . . crave,” she panted, moving onto her hands and knees and crawling toward him to satisfy her needs. Kane looked into her eyes, it was glassy and bright, the deep blue reminded him of the sun and how it kissed the surface of the lake. 

“I need you,”

“Damn it, Divina. You just take a second too think this through.” He curved his hands over her shoulders as she rose on her knees at the foot of the mattress, her own hands fisting in his T-shirt. Definitely, she wanted it.

“You don’t want to do this,” he said unsteadily, trying hard to hold her away from him without hurting her or taking advantage. 

“You don’t like me. Remember?”

“I like you more than any other guy I have ever met.” Divina leaned forward, nipping his chest through the soft cotton acting like a membrane between both of them sending him a hungry look from beneath her lashes. 

“Please . . . don’t leave me like this. Help me.” 

“Jesus,” he hissed, his fingers tightening on her shoulders. Here was a girl he fell for, from the first time he saw her begging him for sex, something more intimate than getting to know her better. 

“It should be any other man in the world but me, here with you. I’m not good for you, lady, I could kill you.” 

Divina tilted her head back and stared up at him, her gaze slowly clearing like she was riding another momentary wave of lucidness. Her pink little tongue swept over her lips, and she seemed to be trying to calm her breathing.

“Kane, I know this sucks. And what I’m about to say doesn’t make sense. But you’re . . . you’re the only guy I can trust, no matter where I am. At home, on a freaking deserted desert or in the sea. If this must happen, I want it to be you. Only you,”

“See?” His voice was raw. “That just proves it. You don’t have any clue of what you’re saying.”

“Trust me, I know. I’m just . . . just too desperate to let my hang-ups get in the way. But if this makes you feel better, I’m very sure I’ll be horrified that I said these things to you on the morrow. But only because I’ll be embarrassed. Not because you helped me.”

“Will you stop calling this HELP?” 

Kane’s nostrils flared as his own breathing turned ragged. 

“You’re putting me in an impossible situation here, Divina,”

“We are destined to be together; I am the Lycan-god-mother remember. We are destined to be together. I don’t see why this is so hard,”

If Divina was herself, there wouldn’t have been any force-physical or metaphysical which could have prevented him from shredding her clothes, spreading her legs and shoving himself so, so deep inside her. So much that she could be able to feel her soul. 

But this wasn’t Divina’s choice-she might have chosen him, yes. He was the chosen one, yes. That didn’t matter. She didn’t choose the circumstances- and that changed all of it. This was like a shackle to him. He shouldn’t make any mistakes. Just one momentary slip of a claw or fang, and the consequences would be grievous. 

“Lie down,” he rumbled in a low commanding tone, reaching for one of her small, sneaker-covered feet. “Let’s see if getting you more comfortable is, okay?”

“Hurry don’t keep me waiting,” she panted, her voice cracking, and he could feel it in her-the rising, what she wanted. Divina caught her lower lip in her teeth, appealing for his look and affection.

This action seemed to make his stomach jerk. He choked back his uneasiness and turned his focus on Divina. He needed to make it easy for her as he could. Tossing the shoe over her shoulder, he pulled the shoe. 

“I knew it”

“Knew what?” she asked breathlessly.

Kane ran the rough pad of his thumb over her red toenails.

“Your feet are just so perfect,”

Divina smiled up at him with a kind of shy curve on her lips. He noticed the uneasiness in her eyes but ignored it. 

“Take off my clothes, Kane.” Her words were soft and almost sounded like she never mentioned it. He winced like she had shouted them.

“I can’t, I won’t” His voice-hoarse . . . tight, the phrase No way in hell looping through his head over and over. He’d get her off, because it was what she needed and what he needed to do. The more barrier he had to keep, the better for him. 

Why did I bring her to the motel? I should have requested for two rooms or something. 

He got himself into this, he had to get himself out. But that wouldn’t be easy. Stretching out on the bed beside her, Kane pulled her close. Her back to his front as they lay on their sides. He didn’t know why he had to do this. His heart was pounding. And he wondered if she could feel his heart thudding against her spine as he closed his eyes and curved a hand over her curvaceous hip, slowly sliding it between her legs. Divina jolted at the sensual contact, even though she was still in her jeans. That didn’t prevent it. Kane could feel the heat, the desire already. He was fighting hard to keep his hands, his thoughts, his desires to himself. It seemed like the more he battled with it, the less he lost control. Ignoring what he thought was a restraint, he buried his head in her hair . . .. 

Bolting up right he scanned his room. Byrd was nowhere in sight. He wasn’t the one causing the dream that time. He ran his hand through his dark hair. 

He had to get that girl out of his mind. Then it hit Kane hard. Divina. She was the one doing this. She had to be. A witch. A dream walker. He had heard of only one before.