Page 46 of Spinner's Luck

I exhaled, slow and measured, trying to keep my grip on control. It didn’t fucking work.

In a second, I had her beneath me, my lips crashing against hers, my hands tangling in her hair.

She gasped into my mouth, but she didn’t pull back. She never did.

Her fingers dug into my skin, nails scraping down my back, demanding more. Always more.

When we finally broke apart, breathing hard, I rested my forehead against hers.

“I want you too.” The words came out rough, strained. True.

She smirked, that mischievous glint sparking in her eyes. “Then show me how much.”

A growl rumbled low in my throat as I crashed my mouth to hers again.

And just like that, I was gone.

Our bodies moved in sync with each other as we came together, it was almost as if we were one person.

Lucy let out a soft moan against my neck as I rained kisses down her collarbone. Her hands were in my hair, tugging slightly, sending delicious sparks of pleasure down my spine. Her touch was like electricity, setting me on fire and making me lose any semblance of thought.

I could taste the lingering sweetness of our night on her skin, combined with the faint scent of her that seemed permanently ingrained in my mind. I knew then that I was completely hers; every breath I took, every beat of my heart was for her and her alone.

We were making love not just fucking.

I never knew the difference until Lucy.

The room was filled with the sound of our quiet gasps and whispered words as I sought to show Lucy just how much she meant to me. Each kiss, each touch was an affirmation of the depth of my need for her.

She gripped my shoulders tightly, her nails digging into my skin as the tension began to build inside us. Her breath hitched in her throat, and I could feel her body shuddering beneath me as her orgasm clawed inside her.

And as we rode the waves of ecstasy together, I held Lucy tightly against me, trying to hold onto the feeling for as long as possible. The reality of life would undoubtedly come crashing around us soon enough, but for this moment in time, everything felt perfectly right.

I never wanted it to go wrong.

CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE

THE AIR WASwrong.

Too thick. Too still. Like the night itself was waiting for something to happen.

The clubhouse was alive, laughter, music, the scrape of chairs against wood, but it all felt muted, distant. A world apart from me.

My gut was tight, my nerves wired, my eyes drifting to the door over and over, scanning for something I couldn’t name. Something coming. Something close.

Lucy’s laughter rang out across the room, light and unbothered as she leaned into Fiona, her eyes bright. She wore that fire like armor tonight, and God help me, I wanted her even more for it.

Devil pushed through the door, his expression carved from stone, those piercing red eyes cutting through the noise and locking straight onto me. “Spinner.”

I didn’t wait for him to finish saying my name, I was already moving, instincts overriding thought as Lucy’s laughter faded into the background.

“What’s up?” I asked, though my gut had already twisted itself into knots.

“Dragon Fire made a move.”

“What kind of move?”

“They sent a message.”

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