Chapter 22
TWENTY-TWO
LAYDEN
“We need a plan,” I say to Phoenix as we run for the garage. “What’s to stop what happened last time from happening again if we manage to catch her?”
Dammit, I should have spent last night planning for the moment when Ammit popped her head up instead of doing what I was actually doing. Now we have to come up with something on the fly.
Phoenix’s stride falters slightly, but she keeps going while pulling out her phone.
“Vlad, we found Ammit. I need a driver and to borrow your car.” She rolls her eyes at whatever he says.
“Look, do you want this problem solved or not? I need it now if we have any chance of catching her.” She nods into the phone.
“Good, have Lucian meet us at the garage immediately.”
We finally reach the door leading to the underground level of the garage.
“So what are we doing?” I ask while pulling the heavy door open for her.
“I have an idea.” She bites her lip nervously. “But it’s a little out there.”
“I’m game for whatever you’re thinking.”
She nods at one of Vlad’s minions, who slides smoothly into the driver’s seat of a sleek black limousine with blackout windows. I open the back door for her. She slides in gracefully, and I climb in on the long bench seat beside her.
“What’s the idea?” I ask while settling in. “Tell me what you’re thinking.”
“To the university,” she instructs the driver firmly. “No interruptions.” Then she pushes a button on the console, and blackout glass slides up smoothly between the front and backseat.
“It’s soundproof,” she says while turning to face me. “He won’t be able to hear anything we say or do back here.”
I nod slowly. “Okay, so what’s the plan? Should we call Sabra and coordinate—”
Phoenix just waves her hand dismissively. “There’s no time for that right now. We only have about thirty minutes until we get there, and we’ll barely have enough time as it is.”
“For what exactly?”
She breathes out hard and looks me directly in the eye. “To get out all our sexual tension so Ammit doesn’t have anything to weaponize against us when we confront her.”
“Oh.” I swallow hard. The beast in my belly roars its enthusiastic approval. “And how do we accomplish—”
Her eyes are still locked on mine. Then she pulls off her shirt in one smooth motion and climbs into my lap.
“Oh,” I say while nodding. Her breasts hang full right in front of me, barely contained by her bra. The beast inside me is very, very happy. “Oh.”
Then she leans forward until she’s hovering right before kissing down my throat in the way that drives me absolutely insane.
“Is this okay?” she asks, sounding suddenly shy. Moments before she was so in charge, a general executing a tactical plan. But now, on top of me as my arms slide around her waist, she’s all woman. Vulnerable.
I lift a hand to her face. My thumb caresses down her cheek and then teases inside her mouth. She sucks in a sharp breath. Her lips close on my thumb. Her whole body trembles on my lap, and I’m barely holding back my own restraint.
“I mean, we have to do what we have to do,” I say carefully.
I lift up to kiss her lips, so hungry for her mouth—only ever met by my lips in the briefest of chaste kisses she allowed in front of our families on our wedding day, only to fulfill the vow my brother made to her grandfather—
But she pulls back right as my lips are a whisper away from hers.
“We could just do this separately,” she says while biting her plump bottom lip. Her cheeks go pink in that way I’ve noticed they do on the rare occasions she feels embarrassed. “Take care of ourselves individually.”
My heart is thumping hard in my chest. I nod even as I notice how hungrily she’s staring back at my lips. She’s hungry for me. And there’s no Ammit influencing us here now. My cock goes so hard beneath her that I see her eyes widen as she feels it pressing against her.
“We could do it that way,” I agree slowly. “But that might not be enough to neutralize the threat. We might need to do the real thing together to fully satisfy the craving. Otherwise Ammit could still use whatever residual tension is left between us.”
I shift my hips while staring straight into her eyes.
She nods quickly. Her hips buck against my stiff cock that she obviously feels beneath her. “You’re right,” she hisses out. “Better safe than sorry.”
Her fingers drive through my hair. Then she’s suckling my neck again furiously. Like it’s something she’s barely been able to stop herself from doing all this time we’ve been together.
And holy shit, to have her mouth anywhere on my skin again. Wanting me. Not because of some succubus’s compulsion, or because of a blood pact our families have made. Just because it’s her desire alone I can feel through her touch—
I release my hold on the devouring beast inside me. She grinds her body against me several more times, her breasts arching.
She still has a bra on. I reach around to unsnap it while I kiss down the pale hollow of her throat to her chest..
Her breasts fall free right in front of my face. I dive my face between them, and my cock grows even stiffer. She rides me and groans. “God, you make me so wet.”
Grabbing her ass, I lift and spin her in the open space of the limo, then place her back down on the wide seat. Together, we peel her jeans and underwear off at the same time, then mine. The anticipation now that she’s so near, her scent all but in my nostrils, wet for me—
“Now,” she says, breathing hard. Her eyes are a little wild as she looks up, pinging around everywhere except to make eye contact with me. “I’m ready.”
She reaches between us for my cock, but I pull away before she can grab it. She frowns. “Layden. We don’t have time. We have to—”
“For once, let somebody else be in charge.” I kiss her shoulder, luxuriating in the feel of my bare skin against hers. She’s so, so soft. “It’ll take at least thirty minutes to get to the university with morning traffic.”
My cock knows where to go. I’ll let her get away with no eye contact, but only for now because I know this is a lot all at once. The bulbous head of my cock nudges against her wet sex, and she groans, opening her legs wider to me.
Her eyelids flutter as I suck on the bow of her top lip and crouch above her as I thrust. She moans and arches up against me.
She’s so soft beneath me, for once receiving instead of demanding. Submitting to me. And I plan on taking everything I can get in this moment.
I pinch her nipples as I pull out and thrust in again. Fuck, so good. So, so good. The pleasure fills me even as I stuff her full. Her moan turns to a high-pitched whine. I pinch harder as her wet pussy clenches around my cock.
“You’re so fucking tight on me,” I break away from her mouth to whisper in her ear, then bite at her earlobe. “Do you dream about this when you’re alone in bed?”
And then, I dare more. I dare everything because at last, I’m inside her when it’s both really us.
I’m inside my wife. “Do you dream about this when you’re in the shower?
Do you think about what it would be like to be fucked by your husband?
Because this is how I always imagined us.
From the first time when it was just you and me in that cabin all those years ago.
I would chop the wood, and you would go hunt down some terrifying beast. Then, I’d lick its blood off you before bearing you down to the forest floor to fuck you just as wild as you wanted to be fucked. ”
She squeals, and her hands clench in my hair, fingernails digging in. With my every thrust, her hips rise to meet me.
“Do your finger yourself and know it will never be enough because it’s not my thick cock?” I thrust in again, and her legs wrap around my hips in a vice grip. Her hips jerk up against me furiously, riding me from underneath as I fuck her. Showing me exactly how right I am.
“Now you’re going to show me just how pretty you are when you come for me. So, come,” I demand.
And she does, fingernails scratching down my back as her hips jerk up and down on my cock. I keep thrusting, watching her face as it scrunches and her pussy clenches so fucking tight around me.
I feel the tension in my spine threatening to burst, but I hold it back. Not yet. Not fucking yet.
She continues spasming around my cock, high-pitched squeals coming out of her mouth.
I grab her waist and readjust us so that I’m sitting on the seat, and she’s on my lap, facing me again like we were when she started riding me. Except we’re both naked now, and she’s impaled on my cock.
She’s a little limp on me, but I bite at her neck. “That was one.”
My thumb drops to her clit where I start rubbing circles, and her head pops up, eyes wide.
I lick at the place I was just biting, and her breath hitches.
I see her belly clench and unclench as I keep stroking her wet, swollen clit, round and then down against where my hard cock is seated so deep inside her.
She groans, eyes rolling back in her head.
I lift her by her hips and drop her on my cock, up and down, and she rolls her shoulders before putting one hand against the back of the seat behind my head so she can start riding me hard.
“That’s it,” I say, breathing hard myself now. “Give me another.”
She nods, eyes squeezed shut. I pinch her clit with one hand and her nipple with my other.
She howls out another release. I guess we’re gonna test just how soundproof that glass is because I don’t relent one bit.
“I’m gonna let you rest a little bit now,” I say, lifting her again and manhandling her until her knees are on the soft carpet of the limo floor and she’s bent at the waist, face down on the backseat. I’m grateful for the spacious floor of the limo as I climb on the carpet behind her.
She widens her legs for me, half crawling on the bench seat so I’ve got a good angle to fuck her.
“Good girl.” She moans and wiggles her ass at me.