Finally Michael nodded. He graced Zane with another weary look before he turned away.

Zane swung the nearest door open. A couple making out on a bed shrieked.

“Are you blind? This room is taken!” the guy yelled.

“Out, both of you,” Zane ordered with a voice that brooked no refusal. “I’m not gonna say it twice.” His hard face only underscored the fact that he wasn’t bluffing.

The two students scrambled from the room. Zane slammed the door shut behind them and turned the lock. Click. She was alone with him. And he wasn’t happy. Oh no, he was pissed, and by the looks of it, he’d unleash his foul mood on her any second now.

***

Zane couldn’t keep his anger leashed any longer and allowed his fangs to descend. Portia had been about to disappear into one of the bedrooms with that guy to—Christ, he didn’t even want to complete the thought, because imagining that guy’s hands on her, brought his blood to boiling point. And once there, he’d have no means to cool it down.

“What the fuck do you think you were doing?” he accused her, unable to hold his fury in check.

Portia raised her head in defiance and leveled an angry glare at him. “None of your business!” The fucking was implied in her tone.

Zane growled. Her words had just blasted the top off his piss-o-meter. He grabbed her and hauled her against the door, then pinned her there with his body. “You are my business, like it or not.”

Her breath hitched, and he ground his hips into her, his hard cock eager for a connection with her softness.

“You jerk! I can do what I want!”

“Not on my watch! I was warned about you: parties, boys, drinking, drugs.” What nobody had warned him about was how he would be drawn to her. How much he lusted after her.

Her eyes widened, her mouth dropping open in disbelief. “Who said that?”

“Who do you think? Your father. He hired us to protect you from yourself. And that’s exactly what I’m doing.” Well, not exactly, because protecting her from herself didn’t require grinding his erection against her. His horny body was doing that all by itself.

“He lied to you! That’s not why he hired you!” Her voice was furious, and her eyes gleamed with anger.

“He said you’d say that.” As if he was going to believe one word this woman said to him. All she wanted was to manipulate him. She’d done so from the moment he’d laid eyes on her.

“That’s a lie! Do you really want to know why he hired you? Do you?”

Portia didn’t wait for his answer, not that he was ready to give one. Did he want to hear any more of her lies?

“He wants to keep me away from guys so I won’t have a chance to lose my virginity.”

Zane’s response was automatic. “Bullshit. You’re no more a virgin than I’m a lamb.”

Portia struggled against him, but all that did was turn him on even more.

“And you know how I know that?” he asked and lowered his head so his lips hovered above hers. “You don’t smell like a virgin. Even now, your body is readying itself for sex.” And the scent drove him nuts. “Seductress!”

He hastily retracted his fangs, getting ready for his next move.

“You—”

But her next words were drowned out by his lips on hers as he captured her mouth and took the kiss that had been denied him earlier in the night.

Zane wasn’t prepared for the effect she had on him. At first, she tried to resist and held herself stiff in his arms, even hit him with her fists a couple of times. But as he pressed his lips against hers with more urging and licked his tongue over their seam, she slowly parted them and allowed him to enter.

When her flavor hit his tongue, his heart clenched, stopping for a second only to restart at triple the pace. Her lips yielded to him, and she angled her head to give him better access. As he slanted his lips and explored her warm and inviting mouth, he felt her hands come around his neck, pulling him closer.

He growled his approval and drove his thigh between hers, parting them to rub against her sex. Even through the denim, he felt the warmth and wetness there, evidence that she was as aroused as he.

Zane licked, sucked, and stroked, diving deep into her delicious mouth, until she finally stroked her tongue against his. The contact sent a thrill through him he’d never felt before. He couldn’t stop his fangs from descending. Unable to hold back, he deepened his kiss and purposefully licked along her teeth, tempting her to unleash her vampire side.

Her pulse quickened, her heartbeat reverberating against his chest. His hands traveled up her torso, caressing along her sides until one met with her breast. He slid his hand over it, teasing the nipple that sat on top. No bra impeded his touch; only the fabric of her t-shirt provided a barrier between her skin and his hand.