Page 89 of The Huntress

You’re flying, my love.

“What?” she squeaked, opening her eyes to see the ground several feet below them. “Holy…”

Gabe released her to hover beside her. It’s not me doing this. It’s you. “Now propel yourself forward.”

Joy—hot, intense, and overwhelming—gripped her, and she laughed, spinning in the air before darting forward.Running’s the same?

Yes, just inches off the ground.

“Am I ready for Stavros?”

“Not yet. Youareready to train with Dimitri and hispal’tsy, though. They’ll hone your skills.”

“Okay. Gabe?” She held out her hand, asking for his. “Show me your world.”

He laced his fingers through hers and shared the beauty of the night—the moon’s pale silver caressing the ocean waves. The predators on the hunt. By the time they returned home, she had realized one important thing about herself. She was where she belonged.

She spun into his arms and scraped her fangs along his neck. His answering shiver rippled through her. She envisioned sliding her hands along his inner thighs as she nipped at the pulse in his neck. She projected latching her mouth on a certain part of his anatomy, and his breath caught, his fingers flexing on her hips.

“You play dirty,” he said, his voice hoarse, flashing visions of his own, his psychic touch making her tremble with need.

By the time they made it to their home, they’d vanished each other’s clothing. He pinned her to the wall with his arousal teasing her. With one thrust, he bit into her shoulder. Across their link, his orgasm mingled with hers, along with the chocolate flavor of her blood. She arched her back, bombarded with sensations on all sides, and shattered again, feeling as if the sheer pleasure would kill her.

She drifted back to reality, now nestled in his arms in their bed. He feathered kisses along her shoulder, spooning her from behind. The emotions coming from him were too intense, overpowering, and breathtaking for her to comment. Instead, she snuggled deeper into his embrace and kissed his forearm gripping her against him.

Gabe?

Yes, my love?

I love you too.

Callie didn’t know how she felt about their plan or that they’d conceived it without her input. Sure, she’d eavesdropped to stay informed. She hadn’t realized that as soon as they’d decided on a strategy, it would fall into place with immediate effect. Turns out, the beast’s alpha, Rhys, hadn’t known about Stavros’s plan. In an unheard-of move, Rhys agreed to a truce and to play the role of a conniving beast. As she waited outside Metcalfe’s open office, the suckbloods and beasts were mobilizing their forces and spreading rumors of an impending war.

Judging by her captain’s expression, she’d just received the word. There was something to be said for suckblood hearing, because without any effort on her part, Callie could hear the mayor breathe through the phone line.

Metcalfe placed the phone down, stunned. A wince of guilt pierced Callie, and she sighed, accepting that what she was about to do would place Metcalfe under pressure. Warmth flooded through her, and an image of her hesitating formed in her mind—a projection from Gabe to show he was there for her. She flashed him an intimate image, something like yesterday’s sensual endeavors, and his teasing, tormenting bombardment of his sexual fantasies ceased.

“Captain, do you have a minute?” She poked her head through the door.

Johanna had pulled her graying hair into a tight bun at the back of her head, and her pantsuit was crisp. It dared not crease, even after many hours of office work. She wouldn’t have stood for it. “What do you want, Devereaux?” She gestured for Callie to enter her office.

She did, closing the door behind her. She faced her captain, who frowned at the door. Had Callie’s need for privacy startled her, or did she see a shrouded Gabe leaning against the glass?

“This must be unwelcome news.”

“You did task me to liaise with suckbloods, and despite everything going on, I managed…” Callie tried to smother a grin. Yup, liaison as in wife? That could work.

“No need to explain. There’s time. I can’t expect immediate results, Devereaux.”

“Good, because I’m resigning.” Callie said the words in a rush, taking the leap over the roiling emotion clambering inside her for supremacy.

Metcalfe blinked. “What? This is your life, your dream.”

“I met a man, and he needs me to be something else. This job’s no longer feasible.” Callie smiled.

Choosing sides had changed her life for the better.

And my life too.Gabe wrapped psychic arms around her, his appreciation of her blossoming warmth inside her, as always.

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