Chapter 19
Chapter
Nineteen
Siren called Dominic from the road to give him an update on what had happened with James.
“I’m working on my contacts,” he said. “We need a path to bring this in. Ashcroft has friends in high places. The evidence has to be ironclad before we move. Stay mobile.”
The next several days blurred together as they drove east from Chicago, without a clear destination. Highways cut through cornfields. Small towns with the same gas stations, diners, water towers rising against the spring sky.
Indiana looked like Iowa looked like Nebraska. The Midwest stretched endlessly in every direction. Sometimes they camped in the van. Sometimes they stayed in cheap motels.
They studied the evidence when they stopped, looking for connections they might have missed. Siren’s desire for Reed only intensified in the monotony of directionless travel.
One night in a motel, she pushed him onto the bed the moment the door closed. He landed on his back, looking up at her with those sensitive, yielding eyes.
She ripped off his jeans and took him in her mouth, sucking him off hard and fast as she held his hands down on the bed. She swallowed when she made him come, his body shuddering beneath her.
She stripped off her panties from under her dress and climbed on top of him, her gun still strapped to her thigh.
She settled over his face, lifting her skirt. He groaned as he took her pussy in his mouth, gripping her ass as he sucked her clit.
He ate her eagerly, like her body was his last meal. Like it was all he’d ever wanted. Like he’d been put on earth to eat her pussy.
She came with her hands braced against the headboard, screaming his name. When she back down his body and looked at his face, his wet lips were curved into a grin.
The next night, they parked at the end of a dirt road, cornfields on both sides. When she told him to lie down, he didn’t ask questions.
He just unbuckled his seatbelt, climbed into the back, and lay on the bed they hadn’t bothered to put up that morning.
She straddled him. Gripped his hair while she fucked his brains out. Groaning with each violent release. The van rocked on the suspension. He exploded into the condom when she let him finish.
In another motel, she sat at the end of the bed and dropped her panties. He stood in front of her, waiting for her directions.
“On your knees,” she said, peeling down the top of her maxi dress.
He dropped without hesitation, looking up at her with big warm eyes. She leaned back and spread her legs, inviting him in.
“You want to taste me?” she teased. She knew he did. She knew he lived for it.
He crawled forward. Pressed his mouth to the inside of her thigh, kissing her skin. When he reached her pussy, he gasped, pressing his lips to her folds. He worshiped her with his tongue like she was something sacred.
She watched his gorgeous face eating her sex, her fingers in his hair. She applied pressure when she wanted more, tilted her hips to get the angle she wanted. He was so fucking good at eating pussy. “Use your fingers,” she whimpered, her body close to release.
Reed pushed his fingers inside her and instantly she came. Gasping and gushing, her body quivered on his fingers. “Oh my God. Reed! Fuck,” she groaned.
Each time he made her come like this it got better. She was becoming addicted to him. How he was so willing to give her exactly what she wanted. How he allowed her to mold him to her needs. “Reed.” Her voice was almost fragile with want as she laid back on the bed.
“Come here,” she said, pulling him to her.
He climbed up between her legs, his cock straining against his boxers. He licked her breasts, sucking her nipples the way she liked before stripping out of his underwear. He slid on a condom, and she spread her legs for him. Throbbing and wet.
“Fuck me,” she breathed, running her hand over her breasts.
He settled over her, angling his cock to her entrance.
“Siren. My dark angel. My Goddess. My love.” He kissed her neck, her cheek, her lips as he pushed inside her.
He fit her like a dream. Like her mate. She wrapped her legs around him, pulled him deeper until he was fully seated inside her.
She came almost instantly; her eyes locked on his as he held himself still above her.
“Reed,” she breathed, caressing his face. She kissed him, hard and deep, pulling him into her.
He held her tight, his hips moving in slow undulating waves as he took her body for himself. It was as if he could read her thoughts. He knew her to the core. He was in her flow. His cock hit every nerve ending like it belonged to her.
Having him inside her felt like everything. She wanted it all, and more. Her canines sharpened. The inner wolf howled, demanding to claim her mate.
She knew resisting was futile. She was falling in love with him, and she couldn’t stop it. She still hadn’t told him she loved him. She was still holding back, and she didn’t know why anymore.
They were still on the run. Still searching for evidence against Ashcroft and Draven. Still trying to solve the crimes against shifters and Fate Mountain.
It wasn’t time yet. Even if she could let her guard down and let him in. She knew this wasn’t the moment. Reed deserved so much more.
He’d been so brave. So steady. So willing to accept her for exactly who she was. Gave her exactly what she needed. All her kinks and fetishes. All her need for control. He’d been down for it all. And she never felt like she had to hide or hold back.
But she knew he deserved the love and tenderness she hadn’t been willing to show. And she wanted to give it to him. A tear slid down her face as Reed brought them both to climax, her arms around him.
He was her man. Her mate. The one she’d been waiting for. The person who could fill all the empty places she’d attempted to hide. Soon, she would show him everything. She would give him all the love she’d been holding back for so long.