Page 41 of Deadly Alliances

A sort of peace settled over me. This moment was so magical and yet so simple, I couldn’t help but feel humbled by it.

“I’m worried about Julian,” she whispered.

I tightened my hold on her, squeezing her arm. “I know.”

She pulled away and stood, beginning to pace in front of me. She ran her hands over her face, and I could hear soft weeping muffled beneath them. “What if we’re too late?”

I didn’t know what to say. I had no words to comfort her. I had to believe that Julian was still alive, but I was afraid to promise things over which I had no knowledge or control.

She walked over to a nearby tree within our circle and put her hand against it to support herself as she gave in to more stifled sobs. I rose and went after her, putting my hand on her back and resting my forehead on hers.

“It’s going to be okay,” I soothed. “One way or another, everything is going to be okay.”

She buried her face into my chest and nodded, and I draped my arms around her, offering as much comfort as I was seeking to take from her. I couldn’t tell her how terrified I was to let her go. I couldn’t share any of my fears or conflicted feelings becauseshe needed me to be strong for her.

But I had never felt weaker.

I scooped my finger under her chin and gently tipped it up to face me, and no sooner did her watery eyes meet mine than she threw her arms around my shoulder and crushed her lips against mine. With desperate demand, she forced my lips apart, her tongue imploring my mouth to give her what my words couldn’t.

And I did. I kissed her with every vulnerable need, every angry defiance and every unspoken declaration that blazed inside me. I inhaled her love and her sorrow as I gave her the passion she commanded of me. I cradled her waist with such care even as she clawed at my neck, my shoulders, my waist, eager to be the one on whom she took out her grief and fury.

When she pried at the zipper of my pants, I happily obeyed, pushing her up against the bark of the tree and tugging down her layers just enough. I wanted her so badly,neededher more than I could ever express in words. But remembering our bedfellows in the tent only feet away gave me pause.

“Wait, what about them?” I whispered, breaking from her hungry swollen lips to nod my head in that direction.

“Consider it paying it forward for the trysts they’re no doubt going to have before this is over,” she said, nibbling my lower lip.

The thought should’ve stolen my desire, but the way she was stroking my cock could keep me hard through any series of misfortunes. Fuck, I couldn’t hold back anymore.

“Good point,” I hissed before descending on her delicious mount once more.

I blindly guided my cock to her opening, lavishing in the wet heat that bathed my tip as I slid it between the sweet petals ofher silky flesh. She gripped my shoulders as I slowly entered her, savoring every inch that sheathed my aching shaft. And when I was finally buried as deep inside her as I could go, I ground into her, grabbing her ass to increase the pressure.

I never wanted to leave this moment. I wanted to stay connected to her like this until the end of time. And reminding myself of all the reasons I couldn’t only made me more desperate for her.

“Fuck me, Caesar,” she whimpered into my ear. “Please.”

How could I deny her such a simple request? Pinning her hips against the tree with my firm grip, I began to move my pelvis back and forth, sliding slowly in and out of her. Fuck, she was so wet. So warm. The scent of her need filled my senses, intoxicating me in the best possible way. I wanted to suffocate in her sweet perfume. It drove my rhythm, compelling me to go as fast as she wanted, as hard as she needed.

She began to pant with each thrust as my force intensified, and I put my hand over her mouth to stifle the sounds, only vaguely concerned at this point with disturbing our travel mates. Nothing could make me stop now. Nothing could tear me away from her heaven. My mate.

Her moans were hot on my hands as I drove into her, pleasure building in my core as her flesh coaxed it out of me. And then I felt her tongue graze my finger. She sucked the side of it into her mouth, nibbling as I fucked her and shooting a spike of need through me. God, she was incredible. And she was mine.

Not mine. Ours.

Julian. I couldn’t deny that, as amazing as it felt to have her to myself, I did miss his company. Not only for her sake, but for my own. He was a part of us. And he wasn’t here.

I pushed that thought aside and picked up my pace, worshipingher enough to make up for the loss. I existed only to please her, to satisfy her, to fill her every need and desire.

And as her muscles tightened around me, squeezing my cock with a friction that nearly drove me to destruction, I knew I was doing exactly that. I struggled to hold back, to continue my pace to deliver her into her ecstasy, but the feeling of her pleasure was so overpowering.

Hold on. Hold on!

Heat bloomed against my palm as she sighed into my hand, her body convulsing beneath me, her core quaking against my cock, and oblivion took me.

I came hard inside her, pleasure pulsating through me from the tip of my dick to the top of my scalp, making me see stars as it stole the blood from my head for a moment. I fell against her, both of us relying on the tree to hold up our weight, and she didn’t stop kissing my neck, my cheeks, my chin, as she tried to catch her breath.

“I love you, Caesar,” she said over and over. “I’m coming back to you. I promise.”

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