Chapter 107 Raine
Raine
The warehouse had gone quiet. Boone’s keyboard finally stilled, Hawk’s restless pacing slowed, Blade sank deeper into the shadows, and even Logan’s eyes had slipped shut. Russ kept one last watch over the rescued victims, but the fight had wrung every ounce of strength from all of us.
Adam caught my hand without a word, tugging me toward a side door. My ribs ached, my body screamed for sleep, but the heat in his grip erased every thought of rest.
The small room beyond was nothing but stacked nets, a broken chair, and the faint glow of moonlight through cracked boards. It was dark, it was rough, and it was ours.
Adam pressed me against the wall before I could even breathe, his mouth hot and demanding on mine. Days of restraint, of fire held back, shattered in that kiss. My fingers dug into his shoulders, desperate, needing him closer, needing more.
He broke away just enough to rasp against my lips, “Tell me to stop.”
My laugh was breathless, sharp with need. “Not a chance.”
His hands skimmed down my sides, over bruises and bandages, careful and reverent even as hunger tore through him. Every touch burned, every brush of his lips on my neck stole the ground from beneath me.
“Raine…” His voice was a growl, low and wrecked. “You don’t know what you do to me.”
“Yes,” I whispered, pulling him back down, tasting salt and smoke and him. “I do. Because you do the same to me.”
Clothes fell away, the world narrowing to skin on skin, heat on heat. Pain faded, exhaustion vanished, and for the first time in days, I wasn’t a soldier, wasn’t a survivor.
I was just his.
And he was mine.
The war could wait. The monsters could wait. Tonight, in this sliver of stolen dark, Adam Stoker and I burned until nothing else existed.