Cain choked out, retracting both fangs and shaft from the woman writhing deliciously beneath him as soon as his passion-drunk brain registered the twin points piercing the sensitive skin of his shoulder in exactly the same way his own fangs had fastened upon hers.He was furious. At her, for having deceived him. At himself, for having let down his guard. At fate, for having gifted him the greatest pleasure of his life with a woman he couldn’t help but love and want to protect—only for every facet to have been a lie. She was no innocent human girl in want of a warrior’s compassion or protection. She wasn’t innocent—or human—at all.Had she known who and what he was from the beginning? Been mocking him, managing him, from the first step of their dance?Cain flung himself from the warmth of her naked body and off the bed. His every limb trembled in rage. His face twisting, he backed steadily away, even as Ellie’s arms reached out to him.A puzzled frown marred the contentedness of Ellie’s expression.
