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He wraps his hands around my thighs, digging his fingers into the muscle, anchoring me while he lavishes my pussy.

Then he takes it to the next level, replacing his tongue with his fingers, shoving them deep inside me, slamming them home, then pulling out and doing the same thing over and over. Every time he bottoms out, he presses his fingertips hard against my g-spot, scraping his knuckles against my inner walls until I’m nearly insane need.

I shout my agonized pleasure and grip his hair in both fists, holding him in place, silently demanding he give me the thing I need most in the world right this instant. He drives me closer and closer to the edge of a monumental orgasm, then pulls back from it each time.

I know he’s in my brain, using my frantic thoughts to fuel the fire of my own desires. I want to murder him, I want to fuck him, I want… then he’s over top of me, his lips finding mine, his cock seeking entrance.

He thrusts into me with enough force to elicit a scream from me, but he swallows it in a surprisingly gentle kiss considering the assault he’s launched on my body.

I haven’t had a sexual partner in years, not since Ramón, so my body resists at first, but he forges his way through the fires he’s ignited until he’s buried deep inside me.

Neither of us move as our eyes meet and something inside both of us unfurls, reaching for the other. Before the connection can be made though, he pulls back, his cock releasing from my body. I reach for him, sinking my fingernails into his ass, trying to pull him back to me.

He does, slamming into me, but he doesn’t stay, doesn’t allow the connection, instead he takes us on a journey of hedonistic pleasure as he pushes me once more toward that glorious peak.

As the orgasm quakes through me, I let out a keening cry, tipping my head back against the pillow, screaming my ecstasy to the world as a tsunami of pure pleasure crests over me again and again, finally quenching the inferno.

Lennox follows me over the abyss, buried deep inside me, his fingers biting into my hips, holding me to him as the hot gush of his seed washes through me.

I close my eyes, savouring the sensations. A ball of light appears behind my eyelids and I instinctively reach for it, but Lennox’s voice drags me back to reality before I can touch it.

“Look at me,” his harsh voice demands.

Helpless to resist his command, my eyes flutter open and I’m lost in the deep blue sea of his fierce gaze. We stare at each other for what feels like hours but is probably less than ten seconds, then he tips sideways with a satisfied groan, landing on his side next to me.

My gaze wanders over his body and I smile. His shirt is hanging off his arms in tatters and his jeans are shoved down his ass. With his wildly disheveled hair, he looks like a different man from the one I’ve come to know.

After a moment, he tucks himself into his jeans and sits up.

I sit up too, worried he’ll go cold on me after such a passionately satisfying encounter.

He doesn’t. He lifts me, tugging the blanket out from underneath me and throwing it over both of us before tucking me into his side, pillowing my head with his chest.

“Go to sleep,” he murmurs.

I’m afraid if I close my eyes, he’ll disappear.

“I’m not going anywhere.”

“Tell me a bedtime story?” I ask, tucking my hand against his side, feeling the solid bones of his ribcage. It amazes me, the ease in which he can shift these bones into another species entirely.

“What kind of bedtime story?” His voice is deep and methodical, lulling me toward the sleep he suggested I seek.

“The assassination attempt you told me about after we dropped the kids off at school.” I yawn and allow my eyes to drift shut, wiggling until I’m comfortable.

He chuckles but complies with my request. “It was 1934. I was working for Scotland Yard, investigating a shifter branch of the IRA…”

Chapter 19

Can’t take the heat

CHARLIE

Iwake abruptly as light floods the room. “What’s happening?” I mumble, reaching for my phone and squinting at Lennox’s shadowy form standing next to the window.

“Time to get up,” he says, his tone distant. “I spoke with my brother. Vanessa is going to be okay. They want to see us before we go back to New York.”

“We’re going back to New York?” I realize I’m naked and clutch at the sheet, heat rising in my face.

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