Chapter 19
Chapter Nineteen
Nothing could have prepared him for that.
Evie sat up to drop kisses onto his mouth, nose, and chin. “Shh…don’t freak out yet. I may never get another chance to look at you. To touch you. Can you give me just a few more minutes before you shut me out?”
She ran her hands through his long, dark hair. Her fingers hovered over the tattooed marks along his neck before moving to his shirt. Her hands shook ever so slightly as they unbuttoned his shirt and swept it off his shoulders. “Lie down.”
As if under her spell, Dom followed the command.
His breath hitched when she traced his chest and over his shoulders along the magical marks and few scars.
Tingles scattered over his skin. The marks were sensitive.
They reflected the scars from attained magic.
No one had ever touched him with such open curiosity or appreciation.
She traced the indents of his ribcage and the thick muscles of his arms. Hoarsely, she whispered, “You’re so beautiful. Powerful everywhere.”
He lifted the pendant she still wore around her neck and kissed it. “I will always do what’s needed to protect you.”
“As long as what you need involves you making me come as much as possible. That was…pretty good.” She grinned.
“Pretty good?” He thew an arm across his eyes. “I’ve been graded as no more than pretty good.”
She chuckled. “You have to earn greatness. I’m pissed about all the time we’ve lost by not doing that sooner.”
Love is inevitable.
I just considered love and Evie in the same thought.
Shit. Am I in love with Evie? Of course you are, you twit. You don’t chuck over two hundred years of mostly abstinence and imprisonment just to piss in the face of a prophecy guaranteed to trigger massive catastrophe.
“Love is so much more than desire.” Atropos’s words haunted him.
Dom tucked her blonde hair behind an ear to better see the small appendage and the delicate arch of her neck. Maybe the Conclave is right. I should’ve worn the slave band.
First comes love, then a baby that’ll end the world. Or my world. He wouldn’t ever be able to kill Evie. Or hurt her. The thought of doing anything harmful to a child of hers… His stomach twisted.
He turned his head to meet her gaze when she lay beside him. His mind split in two. He wondered why the two of them had tortured themselves so long to deny themselves this. He also knew this was dangerous, possibly wrong.
He’d lost control of every bit of the restrictions and introspection he’d sought for hundreds of years when he came inside her. Yet, he didn’t regret a second of it.
As if reading his mind, she said, “There won’t be a child. I can’t get pregnant right now. Lycans have to be in heat. That means we can do whatever we want and it’s okay.”
“Anything we want,” he muttered, entranced by the movement of her lips.
She straddled him. His dick sprang up in front of her pelvis. He pulled the dress that had already ridden above her hips over her head. Just as she had done, he traced the lines of her torso and around the edges of her breasts.
Gently, she leaned down to capture his lips. “I’ve never come like that. Hell, I’ve never felt anything like that. It shook me from…it felt like my soul exploded.” She kissed across his face and down his neck. “There aren’t words for what it was.”
“But it was only pretty good.” He took the peak of one breast into his mouth before she could move away. She reached down to take his shaft in her grip and stroke him. He gently nipped her. She gasped and squeezed in kind.
“Enough play. I need you.” She lifted up and sank down on him.
He moaned.
“Tell me you’ve dreamed of us like I have.” Her dilated eyes found his.
“Too many times.” He used his hands to steady her before lifting her and pulling her down on him. “Did you make yourself come when you thought of me?”
She threw her head back and squeezed him deep inside of her. “Yes.”
“Me too.”
“I’d like to see that one day.” A mischievous grin spread on her face. “Bet it wasn’t this good.” She did another stroke with a pelvic move that shot chills through his balls. My gods, she was magic. They rode in sync until he growled and rolled her onto her back.
“Finally,” she whooshed out. “Hard.”
He thrust into her in long, punishing strokes that she arched up to meet. He lifted her ass to reorient her pelvis and make the thrusts deeper. Her body began quivering, which made him chuckle. “Like that, do you?”
All she released were a few garbled words as her body clamped around him and spasmed with a long moan. The vise grip of her around his shaft, squeezing with spasms, stopped him from moving.
“Fuck, Evie.” He couldn’t breathe. The pulsating pressure sent stars to the periphery of his vision. His balls tightened and sparks shot up his spine. With a roar, he thrust into her several times before the release hit him.
A while later, he realized they’d both passed out, her on top of him. He kissed her cheek and gently shook her. “Evie?”
She moaned and turned her head away from him. “It was great. You win. Spectacular. Great…”
“Wake up. We have to get you back before they come to interrogate me.”
She muttered, “I don’t want to go. I haven’t felt this warm in so long.” Her fingers interlaced with his. “Let me stay.”
“I want that too, but it’s not safe for you.”
“I’ll kill ’em. Then we can stay like this forever.”
“I dream about the same thing every day of my life.”
She pushed to a sit and hung her head. “Lightheaded. Give me a sec.”
He massaged her temples. “Better?”
She nodded. In silence, they both found clothes.
Once dressed, she pushed her hands beneath the untucked edges of his shirt to touch his skin and put her head on his chest. “We have to do this better next time.”
“I think we did it pretty good this time.”
She giggled. “Yeah.”
“Let’s get you returned before anyone notices you’re gone, but…” He reached around to remove a box off his side table. “I’ve meant to give this to you for a long time.”
“What is it?”
“It’s a box that will only open for you if you say ‘black hearts at the Seine’.”
“That’s cute. Ironic. But cute.” She rotated the small wooden box carved with intricate designs that reminded her of the tattooed swirls all over Dom.
“Black hearts at the Seine.” It gently opened at the top to reveal two black diamond earrings.
“They’re beautiful. Are they magical or special in some way? ”
“Wear them when you want me to come to you. Think of me when you touch them and I’ll find you. Wherever you are.”
She went on tiptoe to kiss him. “Better be careful or I’ll be thinking of you every time I’m alone in my bedroom.” She tucked the box under her arm. “Promise me you won’t put up a wall and refuse to do this again.”
“I’ll try. Remember, I can’t claim you to the world. I can only give you moments when I think it might be safe, but even that could be dangerous. They watch me. If they notice me giving you attention, they’ll hunt you.”
“I’m a big girl who can fight on my own.”
“I know. But it would pit us against them in a war I’m not entirely sure we’d win.”