Page 53 of Blood Sacrifice

I jolted when his hand slipped down the front of my leggings.

“Let me help you, baby,” his deep, husky voice made me widen my legs.

I moaned when the rough pads of his fingers landed on my clit, rubbing a circle that sent flashes of sensation deep into my womb. My legs quivered, and I pressed myself deeper into the seat to experience the full force of those magical fingers working a spell on my clit.

I allowed my mind to travel down a path of fantasy, all the sexual adventures I’d wished Salvator and I had indulged in when I read books over the years, envisaging him in the starring role.

“What the fuck, Luna?” Salvator gasped, his fingers pressing deeper against my flesh. “I don’t remember being involved in that!”

“Not physically,” I said, my breath catching when another pulse flashed deep in my stomach. “But you were my lover in every fantasy I had over the past four hundred years.”

I had visited many sexual encounter social events over the years, looking but never participating. The result had been me creating an enchantment when I returned home, invoking the memory of Salvator to join me in the illusion.

“I’ve been missing out,” Salvator replied. “Looks like I’ll have to create an entirely new set of memories that both of us can remember.”

He attacked my clit, using a pattern that left me panting, my legs widening and my pelvis tilting. My mouth fell open as he pushed me over the edge, my body spasming as pleasure pulsed in waves from deep in my womb.

Salvator leaned over to press a hard kiss to my lips. “We’ll visit this issue later,” he said, kissing me again and returning to staring out the window. How did he have so much control over his body, considering his erection was still evident in his jeans?

I touched his thigh and he lifted my hand in his, running his thumb along the side of my hand in a gentle caress.

“You—”

He stopped me with a shake of his head. “I will get my release later with my dick embedded deep inside your heat and your body begging for surrender. I’ll take your fantasy and show you what it feels like in real life.”

My stomach clenched and my heart beat double time at his words. I had believed that my imagination had captured the feel of his body on mine, but the past few weeks had proved that my mind was nothing compared to the flesh and blood man. He knew how to manipulate my body and bring me pleasure in unimaginable ways, playing me like a musician with the instrument he had mastered.

“Any sign of Paulo arriving?” I asked to try and distract myself from the flush that still coated my skin.

“No, but that black Jeep down the street arrived a few minutes ago, and I have a bad feeling. What if we’ve all been followed for years without knowing?” He chewed the corner of his mouth as he glanced in our rearview mirror.

I put on some of my magical lip gloss that would mask my appearance to anyone seeking me. “I’ll be right back,” I said, slipping out of the car before he could complain.

The heat outside was oppressive, the sun burning the pavement with its intensity. I wandered down the street with apair of large sunglasses hiding my eyes and my hair tied in a high ponytail. I rubbed my fingertips together to activate my magic, muttering a locking spell, touching the car on my way past to keep the inhabitants in the vehicle for the next few hours. Then I added a jolt of electrical energy that would prevent the engine from starting. The two men inside would be incredibly sweaty by the time they managed to free themselves from their metal prison.

I wandered into a shop to allow me to stand and watch what was happening outside. I whispered an incantation to reveal those with ill intent against us, and waited to see what was really happening. Dark shadows stretched where there had been sunshine, darkening the landscape.

We had a bigger problem than two men in a car.

I paid for two bottles of water, slowly made my way down toward the carpark, and calculated the full extent of what was waiting for us. Technically, they believed Salvator had been in that building when it exploded, but then that wolf had continued to follow us. Someone could see more than we wanted them to, and were anticipating our moves before we took them.

Jethro sat in the diner, and I made a last moment decision, opening the bottles of water and setting them down at the side of the road. I opened the door to the diner and strode in, taking a seat opposite the lycan. His eyebrows raised, but he didn’t say a word.

“I need you to take a look at something for me,” I said, touching his hand so he could see what I did. He sat back in his chair and glanced out the window as if he was lost in thought.

“You shared this with anyone else?” he asked casually.

“My mate should be able to see what I do.” I had felt Salvator’s turbulent emotions since I activated the spell earlier.

“You think I’m being stood up?” Jethro asked.

“Possibly, or this could be a common occurrence.” None of us knew what precautions had been put in place to ensure their compliance over the years.

“Understood.” He nodded once, and lifted the menu to pretend to study it. “You want anything?”

The door jingled and Salvator prowled in, his energy filling the entire diner. I had already altered his appearance before we left earlier. None of his previous pack would recognise him right now, the illusion showing a geeky youth with blond hair and blue eyes since it was the opposite of his dark, sultry looks.

A red car pulled up, and a man exited it, checking his phone as he closed the door.

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