Enemy Mine by Katie Reus Page A

crept down the stairs the
    next morning. She wasn’t sure how long
    ago Kiernan had left her alone in bed, but
    she smelled coffee and her stomach was
    rumbling. Wearing one of his T-shirts that
    came down to her knees, she felt covered
    enough if his brother was there. She hadn’t
    heard Ronan come back, though she’d
    been pretty distracted so she wasn’t sure.
    As a shifter she wasn’t that concerned
    about nudity, but she really didn’t want his
    brother seeing her in the buff. Something
    told her Kiernan wouldn’t like it either.
    When she stepped into the kitchen
    bright with natural light streaming in, she
    jerked to a halt. Kiernan leaned against the
    counter, coffee cup in hand, shirtless . It didn’t matter that they’d made love many,
    many times the night before or that she’d seen every inch of his sexy physique. Her
    body flared to life at the sight of him. Her
    breasts grew heavy, her nipples tightened,
    and that ache between her legs grew
    almost unbearable. Heat and need made
    her clench her thighs together. She stared
    at the expanse of all that muscle, her eyes
    trailing down his chest, following the faint
    trail of hair that led straight to . . .
    “Keep looking at me like that and you
    won’t get breakfast.” His deep voice sent
    a thrill rolling through her.
    Feeling her face heat up, she met his
    gaze as she stepped into the room. The tile
    was cool against her feet, but it did
    nothing to ease the heat engulfing her. Her
    lower abdomen tightened with unbearable
    need. Who wanted breakfast anyway?
    Before she could blink, he’d crossed the
    distance between them and lifted her up,
    forcing her to wrap her legs around his
    waist.
    Since she wasn’t wearing anything
    under the shirt, when she spread her thighs
    around him her clit rubbed against the
    front of his jeans. The friction against the
    rougher material made her moan into his
    mouth as he dominated her with his.
    This morning his kisses were slow,
    sensual, unlike the fast and frantic ones
    last night. Eventually, she pulled back, a
    lazy smile on her lips. “You taste like
    coffee. I didn’t think vampires needed
    anything other than blood.”
    “Sweetheart, no one needs coffee, I just like the taste. Almost as much as I like the
    way you taste.”
    It didn’t matter how intimate they’d
    been, his words made her cheeks heat up.
    She peered over his shoulder, sighing in
    happiness at the sight of the full pot on the
    counter. Looking back up at him, she
    grinned. “Are we alone?” A quickie
    before breakfast—even before coffee—
    sounded perfect.
    His eyes seemed to get even darker as
    he nodded. But the moment his lips
    touched hers, the side door to the kitchen
    flung open. Kiernan immediately set her
    on her feet and tried to block her body
    with his, but she held on to his waist and
    peered around him.
    Ronan strode in with the redheaded
    vampire she’d seen at that restaurant with
    Kiernan. Remembering the way the
    woman had touched Kiernan’s chest made
    Melina’s claws come out.
    Letting out a sharp hiss, Kiernan
    encircled her wrists and gently lifted them
    off his hips. Maybe she should be
    embarrassed by her reaction but she didn’t
    care. She was making a claim on Kiernan
    as much as he’d made it clear he was
    making one on her. “Sorry.” At least she
    hadn’t broken his skin. Not that it would
    have really mattered. She’d seen how fast
    he could heal, and it was impressive.
    “What the hell is she doing here?”
    Kiernan asked his brother, completely
    ignoring the other woman as Melina
    moved out from behind him to get a better
    view.
    His brother’s expression darkened, and
    Melina realized he had a tight grip on the
    woman’s upper arm. “Tell them what you
    told me,” he ordered the female.
    The redhead gritted her teeth for a
    moment and her eyes looked bizarre.
    Really dilated, almost as if she was on
    drugs. “I called . . . Uberto Mazzoni . . .
    told him the female shifter was leaving