Chapter 50 #2
“We’ll share this information with those we trust,” I state, knowing it’s imperative we find and eliminate the HRC. They already know too much about the Vales and the supernaturals living in them. “Send a copy of everything to Ronan via email. Macklin and I need to finish setting the traps.”
Adrenaline races through my veins, the feeling as familiar as the sword in my hand. I swing it a few times and prop it up against the wall next to several handguns and other weapons. I might prefer old-school swords, but I’m not stupid.
Macklin wakes the second I enter, his hand going to the nightstand next to him.
Although James’ letter said tomorrow, we’re not the trusting type.
Stripping off my clothes, I slip into the shower to wash the dirt and grime off.
Scalding water beats against my tired muscles, easing the ache of the backbreaking work we did today.
But the traps are set, barriers in place, and weapons hidden throughout the tunnels and city streets.
I turn off the water and towel off. Slipping into a pair of briefs, I walk silently into the bedroom and slip in next to my mate. When I turn toward her, I see she’s wide awake and staring at me.
“Can’t sleep?” I murmur, nuzzling her neck and pulling her into the curve of my arms. She moves restlessly against me, her hands sliding around my waist. I inhale sharply, trying not to picture all the things I want to do to her.
Her mouth reaches up for mine as her hand slides down to my cock. I spear my hand through her hair and meet her stimulating kiss with a groan.
Hmm, I like this bold side of you.
I’m quite enjoying it myself.
She reaches into my briefs, and when her hands circle my cock, I swear my eyes roll back in my head.
I grab my waistband and yank them off, giving her all the access she needs.
Returning to her mouth, I deepen the kiss and walk my fingers up the side of her hip, encountering silk and lace, not the cotton I expected.
“Andros bought me all this sexy underwear,” she whispers, having felt my surprise.
Thank you, Andros.
She giggles and glides her hand up and down, then swipes the tip.
I push into her hand, wanting more. Throwing back the covers, she scoots down the bed and takes my cock into her sweet, wet mouth.
I curse at the sight of me between her lips.
She runs her tongue around the rim, then pulls in another inch, and her cheeks hollow slightly as she sucks.
I reach down and show her how to roll her hand up and down my shaft as she does it, and a low moan escapes my lips.
Her wet mouth and tongue dance wickedly across every inch of me.
My fingers tangle in her hair, and my body arches slightly off the bed.
But when her gaze flicks to mine and she deliberately captures a drop of me on her tongue, a fierce wave of possessiveness sweeps through me.
“Mine,” I growl, wanting inside her sweet body.
She delicately licks around the edge, then places a kiss on the top before releasing me. My heart stutters. She moves up my body and straddles my hips, then with only a brief hesitation, strips off Macklin’s tank, leaving her in the tiniest strip of green.
“Fuck me,” I breathe, wondering if I’m going to make it through this little seduction of hers.
She slides her hands up my chest, then places the tip of her nipple in front of my lips.
I latch on, sucking and licking like it’s the sweetest candy.
She moans and shifts to present me with the other one like it’s a damn present.
“I’ve fucking died and gone to heaven, haven’t I?” I grip her hips and drive them down to meet my cock, and she rocks back and forth on top of me. Her panties are drenched with need.
Pulling away, she slides them off, giving me a glimpse of her wet slit, then returns to straddling my hips. Biting her lip for a second, she grips my cock, rises, then slowly lowers herself down until she’s fully seated.
“I’ve never been more turned on in my life,” I murmur.
“Neither have I,” Macklin gruffly says from beside me.
I’d forgotten he was here.
She glances at Macklin and motions for him to move closer.
I groan, seeing what she’s planning to do.
Moving her hips in a circle, she grinds against me as she pulls down his boxers and takes him in her mouth.
Her eyes close, and she hums, then reaches down and trails her nails across his balls. He exhales harshly.
Surging up, I grip her hips and thrust into her, unable to hold back any longer.
She moans and lets go of Macklin to brace herself on my chest. “Faster.”
I slip out and position her on her hands and knees, then thrust back in all the way to the hilt. Gasping, she peers up at Macklin, and he gently brushes her hair back from her face, then guides her mouth over his cock.
Seeing her swallow him hardens me into steel.
I move in and out of her sweet body, faster and faster.
The little sounds spilling from her lips spur me on.
As I get closer, I reach down and circle her clit until her release hits, and she squeezes me so damn tight.
I thrust a few more times and quickly find my release.
Breathing hard, I pull out, knowing he needs her too.
Macklin picks her up and lays her down. He drives into her in a snapping rhythm until she cries his name. Her body arches as she comes again, and he finally finds his own release.
“You’re amazing,” I tell her, running my hand down her flushed body.
She sits up and wrinkles her nose. I chuckle and scoop her up, carry her to the shower, and tenderly wash her body, including her back. She tenses, but I lightly glide my soapy fingers over the ridges and scars, then rinse her off.
When we get out, Macklin’s standing there, hair wet from his own shower, holding a black silk camisole and matching pair of shorts that make me simultaneously thank and curse Andros.