Blood Moon Rising (Paranormal romance)

By Alexx Andria

End-of-the-world-as-we-know-it prophecy in play: check!
Inconvenient pair-bonding between TWO sets of twins: check!
Family drama, high stakes, slim odds for success: check!

* * *Half-breed identical twins Eva and Erie Kaylee want to forget that they’re half-wolf but when Erie is kidnapped by a fanatical cult bent on ending the human world, Eva has no choice but to ask for help.From the minute the curvy brunette climbed through his window, L.A. SWAT captain Elijah Kane, knew she was trouble. And he isn’t wrong. An ancient prophecy, his own brother raining destruction, and the threat of all hell breaking loose — makes for one really bad day.And it’s about to get worse.
Eva is his mate. Only...she doesn’t know it yet.
He doesn’t want to be a hero. He doesn’t want to be her mate.Too bad he doesn’t have a choice.The Blood Moon is about to rise — and if he wants to save his mate, he’s going to have to save the world, too.
* * *Author’s Note: Alexx Andria originally wrote this 56,000 word novel as a three-part serial under her Kinsey McClane pseudonym. The book has been revised for a fresh reading experience!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Alexx Andria
• Release date: May 6, 2017

Alexx Andria

Alexx Andria is a USA TODAY best-selling author who writes hot, contemporary stories about strong women and their difficult men. She loves bringing an Alpha man to his knees through the cunning and wit of a woman who knows her worth. Happily-ever-afters are a must but it's a rocky journey to that sweet spot, which is part of the fun. Discover your newest obsession with an Alexx Andria read!

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Blood Moon Rising

Blood Moon Rising

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Blood Moon Rising

(The Omnibus)

The Janus Circle Prophesy series

Originally released by Kinsey McClane/Alexx Andria

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Blood Moon Rising

(The Omnibus)

By Kinsey McClane

© 2015 Kinsey McClane. All rights reserved.

No part of this NOVEL may be reproduced in any form without written permission from the publisher. All characters are fictitious and any resemblance to an actual person is purely coincidental.

Revised cover design by Shayne Machova

The following NOVEL is approximately 56,000 words and an original work of fiction. This novel was originally sold as THREE installments under the Kinsey McClane pseudonym by Alexx Andria.

Contents

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A Note From Alexx

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Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

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Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Epilogue

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Blood Moon Rising Back Cover Blurb

End-of-the-world-as-we-know-it prophecy in play: check!

Inconvenient pair-bonding between TWO sets of twins: check!

Family drama, high stakes, slim odds for success: check!

Half-breed identical twins Eva and Erie Kaylee want to forget that they’re half-wolf but when Erie is kidnapped by a fanatical cult bent on ending the human world, Eva has no choice but to ask

for

help

.

From the minute the curvy brunette climbed through his window, L.A. SWAT captain Elijah Kane, knew she was trouble. And he isn’t wrong. An ancient prophecy, his own brother raining destruction, and the threat of all hell breaking loose — makes for one really

bad

day

.

And it’s about to get worse.

Eva is his mate. Only…she doesn’t know

it

yet

.

He doesn’t want to be a hero. He doesn’t want to be

her

mate

.

Too bad he doesn’t have a choice.

The Blood Moon is about to rise — and if he wants to save his mate, he’s going to have to save the

world

,

too

.

Author’s Note: This 56,000 word novel was originally sold as a three-part serial under the Kinsey McClane pseudonym.

1

W ell, this was a shit-storm and a half that went down, Elijah Kane muttered to his partner Rook Valentino, surveying the gore and violence spread around like the white powder spilled all over the floor .

Elijah rose and signaled the all-clear to the rest of the SWAT team as they converged on the abandoned warehouse, the sounds of metal artillery and Kevlar echoing in the gloom. Looks like the party started without us. Everyone’s dead already.

Fuck. I always miss the good times, Rook said, his eagle eye taking in every detail.

For a human, Rook was surprisingly adept at picking up even the smallest clue. I didn’t even get to fire my newest toy. He shouldered his AK-47 with a grunt of disappointment. Day late and a dollar short. Story of my life. What do you make of this? he asked, turning serious. Are you thinking vigilante? I mean, it can’t be about the drugs because…look around, there’s plenty left behind.

Elijah nodded, thinking the same. Yeah, if this was anything else, the players would be dead but the dope would be gone. I’d say there’s a cool five hundred G’s in coke spilled all over the place.

So what’s the deal? If it’s not vigilante justice, maybe a rival gang trying to set up shop and sending a message?

Maybe, Elijah agreed but something else was tingling in his senses, a warning of something bigger, more sinister and far more dangerous than a bunch of dope dealers trying to snag new territory.

He lifted his nose to surreptitiously scent the air. There it was…the lingering scent of something that immediately caused his lip

to

curl

.

Rook caught the motion and waited, tensed and alert. Rook was human but he knew Elijah’s biggest secret and better yet,

kept

it

.

"Yeah? Got

something

,

Fido

?"

Fuck off but yeah, he admitted, keeping his voice low. "And it

ain’t

good

."

Great. Maybe I’ll get to use this bad boy after all, Rook said, grinning. Nothing like coming to a party overdressed.

You got silver bullets in that bad boy? Elijah quipped darkly. "’Cause the bullets you got in that thing will just piss

them

off

."

My favorite…shifter criminals. The best. Tell me why I hangout with you? One of these days you’re gonna get me killed.

I told you I’m a bad influence, Elijah said, going to one of the mangled bodies.

He lowered on his haunches to take a closer look. Rook followed. His hunch proved right.

"You

know

him

?"

Yeah, pack leader for the Westing faction. They’ve been controlling this territory for generations. He paused in thought. "This doesn’t feel right. There hasn’t been a territory feud in years.

Why

now

?"

Who would stand to gain from removing this guy? Rook gestured to

the

body

.

The Kellers, I suppose but like I said, everything’s been quiet for awhile. And I doubt it’s a Keller involved. They’re too fat and happy sitting on the Council to mess up that gig with a territory fight.

Well, someone wasn’t happy and things did not end well, Rook said, surveying the blood spatter and entrails littered on the cement. This is disgusting.

Elijah agreed. The scene told a brutal story. But there was something else, something beneath the scent of death that bothered

him

more

.

He rose, his sharp gaze roving the scene, taking in every detail. They’d been planning this bust for weeks but Elijah hadn’t realized that the Westing pack leader was going to be here when it

went

down

.

And he certainly hadn’t expected to find so much carnage.

Well, I guess we’d better let the chief know that we traded a drug bust for a murder scene. He gestured to Rook. "C’mon you big pussy. You’re filling out the paperwork on

this

one

."

The fuck I am, Rook disagreed, shooting Elijah a short smirk. "This one’s on you. I told you we should’ve hit at midnight instead of this first light shit. If we’d busted up the party when I’d suggested, we might’ve caught us some

bad

guys

."

Yeah, well something tells me it’s a blessing we missed this dance party. No one here got out alive.

True enough but I’m still not doing the paperwork. Besides, it’s your turn anyway. I did the paperwork for the Allen Avenue warehouse and that was a bitch. Do you know how many pieces of evidence we logged? Shit…my fingers are still cramping from all that typing.

Maybe if you did more than hunt-and-peck you’d be in better shape, Elijah shot back with a quick grin but in all seriousness, there was nothing to laugh about.

The City of Angels had no idea what roamed the streets at night — and broad daylight —and they were better off for it but Elijah knew what prowled and fed on human flesh.

He knew what lurked in the shadows with dripping fangs and a thirst for blood. Mostly because he’d been born into it. Elijah Kane was more than just L.A. SWAT…he was shifter-born in a world of man, a legacy to a more primal universe, one where blood and violence were the only currency worth respecting.

Elijah was born Wolvryn, one of the oldest wolf shifter breeds in the history of the world, not that he readily announced that fact, of course.

Humans didn’t react too well to discovering that they weren’t the only kids on the block.

So, what’s the plan? Rook asked. My trigger finger is getting itchy.

The plan? Not dying comes to mind, he retorted but Rook had a point. There was something bad going down and he could feel it in his bones.

Something in the air vibrated with a dark energy, leaving a malevolent stain that was hard to miss. And if that weren’t enough of a shit sandwich, the warehouse stank of his brother.

His twin brother.

Let me ask around, Elijah told Rook. "Someone’s gotta know what’s

going

down

."

You think this is Decklin’s doing? Rook asked, zeroing in on Elijah’s darkest thought.

I don’t know, he answered, scanning the street, looking for any indication that whoever had sliced and diced their way through the warehouse was still hanging around for funsies. This isn’t exactly his style but it’s not like we’ve been throwing back beers lately. Frankly, if he were standing here in front of me I’d probably throat-punch him first and ask questions later.

"Family reunions must be a gauntlet. Anyone die over a

turkey

leg

?"

Just the turkey.

And by turkey, you mean human, right? Rook supposed with a shudder and Elijah laughed as he clapped him on the shoulder.

"Aren’t you glad I never acquired a taste for the

pink

meat

?"

Hell yes. It would make being your partner a little awkward knowing that you’re salivating over my sexy ass. Rook flexed for effect and then kissed his bicep. With a little barbecue sauce, this shit would be hard to resist.

Jesus, you crazy ass freak, Elijah actually laughed. Let’s hurry up and mop up this scene so I can get to the paperwork.

"Naw, you go ahead and take the Range Rover. I’ll hold down the fort with the team. Lord knows someone’s gotta keep Granger from fucking everything up with his demented sense

of

duty

."

Keep him from packing his nose with the evidence, Elijah said, climbing into the department vehicle. Keeping him clean and sober around all that shit is going to be a challenge.

Challenge accepted, Rook said. "Or, I could just look the other way and let the fucker OD himself. Might be

less

work

."

Yeah, but you’ll be filling out that muthafucking paperwork all by yourself.

"Shhhit. You gotta point. I’ll keep him clean. He can off himself on his

own

time

."

Good thinking. He tossed a wave at Rook and then split the scene. The minute he hit the freeway, his mind was moving faster than the Rover with it’s lights blaring.

Could Decklin be responsible for the carnage? Entirely possible. Decklin was dangerous; he was fucking crazy.

Eva Kaylee climbed the fire escape, jumping at the wild screech as metal ground against metal, terrified that every sound would

betray

her

.

Being on the run was no picnic. After spending the last week hiding, she was starving, cold, paranoid, and nearly numb to the fear that dogged her every waking moment.

It might be suicide what she was doing but what choice did

she

have

?

A week ago she’d been going about her life, happy and content, working on her newest art piece for a gallery show in Sherman Oaks, and the next she was running for

her

life

.

My, how things change in the blink of

an

eye

.

Eva tested the window and wasn’t surprised to find it unlocked. Anyone who had the misfortune of climbing through this window uninvited likely wouldn’t live to talk about it — including herself. But she was out of options and just desperate enough to do something incredibly reckless…and stupid.

Just as she managed to put one leg over the sash, she yelped as she was yanked inside and thrown to the floor. She rolled to her feet in an instant, her fingers splayed in submission as she begged for a chance to explain. "Please don’t kill me! I need

your

help

!"

"Who

are

you

?"

His voice, thick with a growl, made her shiver with real fear. Elijah Kane was no ordinary man — he was Wolvryn, descended from pack leaders and a captain with the L.A. SWAT team. He could rip her to shreds and

arrest

her

.

Eva recognized the sound of a partial shift. His fangs were probably cutting into his bottom lip, sending a rivulet of blood down his chin while black-tipped claws curved into vicious killing implements.

She’d seen what claws like that could do to human flesh. So much blood. He flipped the light, momentarily blinding her and she backed against the wall, stunned by how massive

he

was

.

Impossibly tall, probably about six foot, five inches, a solid two hundred and eighty pounds of pure muscle, with ebony hair that dusted his shoulders and moss green eyes that narrowed with suspicion as he awaited her answer — he was both beautiful and terrifying.

And nearly naked.

M-my name is Eva…Eva Kaylee. I- She stopped as he abruptly sniffed the air, everything about him tense. He strode to her, coming within inches, crowding her personal space and causing her to shake. W-what are you doing? she dared to ask when he wouldn’t back away. "Please…you’re

scaring

me

."

What are you? he asked, ignoring her plea. "I smell human…but not human. Suddenly his lip curled and he stepped away. You’re a half-breed."

She tried not to feel stung — his opinion was nothing new. Most pure Wolvryn scorned her kind. Lifting her chin, she said as coolly as she could muster given the fact that she was scared out of her mind. "Yes. I am half-human. And if I had a choice, I wouldn’t be Wolvryn at all. I hate being part freak."

"What pack are

you

from

?"

"I have

no

pack

."

"Every Wolvryn — even half-breeds — come from somewhere. So I’ll ask again but only once more…what pack are

you

from

?"

Sweat gathered beneath her generous breasts. She probably stank of terror because she was nearly pissing herself but she continued to evade Elijah’s blunt question.

What does it matter? she asked desperately. "The reason I’m here has nothing to do with my so-

called

pack

."

Answer the question.

Elijah meant business. He wasn’t going to budge unless she gave him what he demanded. All Wolvryn were alike, she thought bitterly. Demanding and headstrong to a fault.

Eva clenched her jaw as she answered, spitting out the hateful name of her lineage. Westing. Axel Westing was my biological father.

Elijah’s gaze narrowed. He was shunned from his pack. Disowned. He was crazy.

Yes, he was, she agreed, hating everything about her biological father, the least of which his being Wolvryn, which was a pretty big thing by itself. "He was an evil bastard as well. I’m glad

he’s

dead

."

A tiny small lifted the corner of his mouth. "Bloodthirsty little thing

aren’t

you

?"

Eva flushed. By Wolvryn standards she was quite petite, thanks to her human mother as Wolvryn women tended to be tall and broad, tough as

the

men

.

She was everything a traditional Wolvryn was not – small, round, fragile, and unable to shift. Eva pulled the conversation back on point by boldly sharing, "My sister was kidnapped a week ago and I need your help to

find

her

."

It was now or never. If he wasn’t going to help her, she needed to find someone else who would. "If you send me away, my sister will die and I’ll

be

next

."

He snorted, putting more distance between them. Why should I care about you or your sister? His gaze narrowed with suspicion. "How did you

find

me

?"

Eva ignored his query, pressing firmly forward with her own objective. A week ago my sister, Erie was kidnapped by members of the Thane sect. Are you familiar with that bunch of crackpots?

He stiffened, his stance wary. "I am. They’re followers of Doomsday prophecies, currently The Janus Circle Prophecy. How do you know it

was

them

?"

I saw their moon tattoos when they tried to grab me, too. We both fought but only I was able to get away. They stuffed her into a white van and then they were gone. I’ve been on the run since.

She tried focusing on just his face but it was hard to ignore the giant half-naked man taking up all the oxygen in the room. She averted her eyes when her gaze seemed to track like a magnet straight to the bulge in his Jockeys.

Um, would you mind putting on some clothes? she asked, intensely uncomfortable. At the very least some pants?

He ignored her request and said, "Answer the question. Why did you think I would

help

you

?"

Because I think your brother is trying to open The Janus Circle.

That got his attention. My brother. And why is that? he asked

deceptively

calm

.

She drew a deep breath. "My father was a believer, too. He sought out my mother because, even though she was human, she was a direct descendent of the original Wolvryn line. He kidnapped her and found a Laminias to place a bondage spell on her so that she couldn’t leave. Then he raped her repeatedly until she conceived. Once my father was assured that our birth aligned properly with the prophecy he decided to keep our mother as his own personal sex slave. He abused her daily. Do you know how much agony she suffered at my father’s hands? I hated him and I wish I’d been the one to

kill

him

."

"How’d

he

die

?"

The memory still vivid in her mind, Eva fought to keep her voice from trembling. "My mother. In her last act of defiance, she laced his food with silver. He died, writhing on the floor as the silver melted his insides. But not before he took her

head

off

."

If he was moved by her story, he didn’t show it. The Council frowns upon Wolvryn keeping human women. The offspring are a problem later. But your father was shunned from the pact so it’s likely they never knew about your mother. Or you and your sister.

"The Westing pack leader knew. He didn’t care. We were five years old when our parents died. We were thrown into foster care and then a human family adopted us. Frankly, it was the best day of my life, leaving behind everything Wolvryn. And up until a week ago I was happily — blissfully even — living a very

human

life

."

Her eyes tingled but she held back the tears. She wouldn’t waste a drop on a Wolvryn; including the man watching her like an eagle watched its prey. "Your brother is a follower of the Thane sect. The whispers on the street aren’t hard to catch if you know what

to

ask

."

So…am I to assume you and your sister think you are the key to opening the Circle? he asked with just a faint touch of mockery.

Eva’s jaw tensed. I think it’s a bunch of bullshit but it’s not me that’s going around stealing people. Your brother thinks its real and he thinks me and Erie are the key. Fanatics don’t usually listen to logic and reason. Tears stung her eyes. "I never asked for this. My sister never asked for this either. She was kidnapped right off the street and dragged into a van. It happened in seconds. She’s a classically trained dancer, not some stupid key for some power hungry dickwad

to

own

."

He rubbed at his nose, agitated. Your story is a real tear-jerker but I don’t believe all this nonsense about The Janus Circle.

You’re lying, she called him out, her gaze narrowing even as she risked being filleted. I can see it in your face. You know what I’m saying is true. If by some chance The Janus Circle is real, there’s no way you can allow your brother to use the key. No one can handle that much power and no one should. Maybe it was the hunger or the fatigue but she couldn’t control her mouth. If you won’t help me, I’ll go to the Council. How would they feel knowing your brother is trying to open The Circle? Surely that might upset the current balance of power, don’t you think?

They’ll kill you and your sister to remove the threat, he said, his eyes darkening to a wild, primal pitch. She sucked in a tight breath, suddenly afraid as he stalked toward her. You should be careful with whom you bluff.

What are you doing? she asked, backed against the wall, yelping as he forcefully bracketed her on both sides with

his

arms

.

What is that smell? he asked, shocking her. A low growl rumbled from his chest, the sound dancing on her spine. "There is something…I can’t quite identify…what

is

it

?"

I don’t know what you’re talking about, she answered, terrified by how dark his eyes had become. The heat from his body was distractingly pleasant even though she didn’t understand what he was talking about. "T-There’s something wrong with

your

eyes

."

That snapped him out of the slowly building haze and he jerked away from her as if scalded. His eyes slowly lost their black and returned to the mossy green shade. There’s nothing wrong with my eyes. You were seeing things, he

told

her

.

I know what I saw, she said shakily, finally able to breathe again. "They definitely changed. They went solid

black

—

"

That didn’t happen!

His roar startled her into silence. What the hell was wrong with him? Maybe it’d been a mistake to come to Elijah. Maybe she should’ve taken her chances with the Council.

I’m sorry I bothered you. I’ll go, she said, moving to leave but his sharp growl froze her feet, too reminiscent of her father, dragging memories from her mental cache that she wanted to remain buried. She flattened against the wall again, ready to bolt if he made an

aggressive

move

.

"

You’ll

stay

."

It was an order, not an offer.

This key business is probably bullshit. If it’s my brother who has your sister, he’s probably banging the shit out of her, sorry, but that’s the harsh truth. I’ll see what I can do to help you out but no promises that this won’t end up badly.

She wiped at her eyes with a nod to offer a shaky, "Thank you. I

appreciate

—

"

He stopped her right there. Don’t thank me yet. By the time this is all through…you might just hate me. He pushed at the sudden bulge in his underwear and she suppressed a gasp as her cheeks heated. Was that his…? Oh God. She averted her gaze and just jerked her head to indicate she understood. Just go away. You’re practically pointing that thing

at

me

!

As if catching her mortified thoughts he turned on his heel and left her standing there, shutting the bedroom door

behind

him

.

2

Elijah had to get away

from

her

.

Something was happening to him. From the moment he yanked her from the window, something had clicked inside him that had only intensified as the moments had

ticked

by

.

The fucking Janus Circle prophecy. If he never heard of that stupid legend again, it’d be

too

soon

.

That mumbo-jumbo was the reason he and his brother Decklin had split ways. He clenched his fists to keep from punching something.

What the hell have you done now, Decklin?

The Janus Circle was the belief that whoever held the key would rule the world. Like most prophecies the wording was vague as fuck and who the hell really knew if it was real

or

not

?

In the human world, that crazy fool Nostradamus had been the only one spouting off doomsday prophecies and everyone knew he was one cracker short of a salami and cheese but in the nonhuman world where the supernatural rubbed shoulders with the mundane?

Hell, Elijah realized anything was possible, which meant, Eva could be right.

If he were smart, he’d just do what the Council would probably do — take the sisters, and the potential

threat

,

out

.

But even as he thought it, something inside him arced wildly in warning, momentarily shocking him as he sucked a sharp breath.

What was wrong

with

him

?

An intense need to protect washed over him and he realized with shock that he’d never be able to hurt her — and if someone dared to try, he’d rip them to shreds.

Her scent lingered in his nostrils and toyed with his brain, sending a message straight to his cock that sounded a lot like, must fuck now, which was like a razor sliding across his nerves.

Even with a door between them he could still

sense

her

.

She smelled like sunshine and rainbows, sweet Georgia peaches and ice cream…hell, she smelled like something he wanted to have in his mouth.

All he could think of was how delectable she smelled and the throb in his pants. There was something about her — something dangerous — that called to him and sang in his veins.

He hadn’t felt his way in a very long time and never quite this strong. His hands twitched as his fingers itched to thread themselves through those long, dark tresses, tangling and pulling as he bent her over the nearest surface.

Her body was curvy with softly flaring hips, perfect for a man’s hand to grip as he buried himself in her heat. No, not just any man’s — fuck that — his hands. He wiped at the sweat gathering at his crown

What was wrong with him? Why was he salivating at the idea of peeling those clothes from her body and burying his face between her folds, licking and tasting, while she squirmed in

his

grip

?

Good God, he was losing whatever sanity he’d had left. He shouldn’t have told her to stay. He was dangerously close to doing something he regretted.

Like find out how quickly he could make the fragile half-

breed

come

.

What sweet music that would be, a tiny voice floated into his thoughts and he buried his head under his pillow. What the hell had he just gotten

himself

into

?

His cock ached with the need to be stroked and he rolled to his back to relieve the discomfort of laying on a rock-

hard

dick

.

She’d said that his eyes had changed color. That never happened with their kind unless…he suppressed a horrified groan as the implication hit him with brass knuckles.

No. No. No. Not her. Not a half-breed. What were the Gods thinking?

This was a

terrible

joke

.

But there was no denying the feelings gathering steam like a locomotive barreling down the tracks without brakes.

It was taking everything in him not to go back out there and pull her into his arms and stake his claim. Sweat popped along his hairline as he clenched his fists, weathering the intense hormonal storm as his cock pulsed with the beat that rang in

his

head

.

He had to jack off or his brain might explode. Gritting his teeth and squeezing his eyes shut, he pulled his raging boner from his underwear and gripped it punishingly hard. Think of someone other

than

her

.

He searched his memory for a suitable scenario and latched onto his most recent lay — Sondra — yeah, she was hot. All tits and ass with a mouth that could suck the chrome from a squad car. That’s it. Do it to me, Sondra…but even as he enjoyed the memory of screwing the bleached blonde six ways from Sunday, it wasn’t doing anything

for

him

.

He was no closer to blowing his wad than if he were stroking his arm. There was no help for it. He knew what he needed to think about and it pissed him off to no end that his damn Wolvryn senses were being so medieval

about

it

.

Fine. Just get it

over

with

.

He focused on his uninvited guest, easily picturing everything about her even though he’d only just laid eyes on her moments ago. She was seared into his synapses for all eternity. And just like that, pleasure rippled

through

him

.

He pictured how amazing it would be to impale her on his hot cock, to sink balls deep into that sweet, willing flesh and he groaned loudly, not able to keep the sound behind his teeth.

His toes curled as he stroked faster, needing that wet heat, needing her. He pictured bending her over, covering her with his big body,