Page 54 of Scarred Sacrifice
I nod. “Good.” I turn and bend down to pick up my hoodie.
“Don’t move,” Nyx growls, suddenly moving behind me. I freeze, wondering what the fuck is going on, then I feel his fingers as they glide up my inner thighs to in between the folds of my pussy. I shudder.
“Even if I only have a few days or a week before you decide to kill me… This. Is. Mine,” he growls possessively, spreading his seed all over my pussy.
I stand and twist around to face him. He presses his fingers to my lips. My lips part and I take them in my mouth, tasting us. His eyes darken before he removes his fingers and takes my mouth, kissing me like he owns me. He breaks the kiss, his thumb caressing my cheek.
“Enemies by day, lovers by night,” he says with a smirk across his lips. “What do you say?” he asks.
I smile back. “I say we have seven more hours until daylight.”
CHAPTER TWENTY
NYX
I wakewith Morrigan’s naked body wrapped around me, her head on my chest. Her silken dark hair is cascading around her, and as I gently run my fingers through her hair, I love how it feels. It’s been four days since that night in the shed; four fucking days of the best mind blowing sex I’ve ever had. She is insatiable. I want her as mine. The thought of anyone else touching her ignites a rage deep inside me, but that’s far from reality right now.
One being if I even mentioned that she would probably run for the hills never to be seen again. Two, I’m still CIA, and she’s still most likely a wanted woman for the crimes she’s committed protecting women, and while I stand with her, and the club for what they do, I don’t think any fucking judge will see it that way, especially after technically kidnapping me for nearly two weeks. Plus, finally, we still don’t know the status of Henry, and that is something we need to deal with sooner rather than later. As much as I would like to hide here and ignore the real world and just keep my dick buried in her pussy, I can’t.
There’s a knock at the door before it opens and Eden walks in. Her eyes take in the sight before her, and a warm smile plays on her lips. “We need to talk,” she whispers, walking over with akey to the cuffs. Morrigan still doesn’t trust me enough to release me, and if I’m honest, I like having an excuse to be close to her.
“Me?” I ask on a whisper, not wanting to disturb Morrigan.
Eden nods, placing her index finger to her lips, signalling me to be quiet. I carefully roll Morrigan over. She moans and mumbles in her sleep, making me smile. I place a kiss on the top of her head before getting out of bed.
“Oh god,” Eden gasps, catching my naked self. She quickly turns her back while I pull on my jeans.
“All good,” I whisper, laughing at her embarrassment.
She walks quickly ahead of me out of the room, and I follow behind her, closing the door quietly behind me.
She turns at the end of the hall to the open lounge area from the opposite end of the bar. There sits Bernie and Betsy. Bernie’s eyes sweep over my bare chest, and she grins.
“Bernie, stop eye fucking Morrigan’s boyfriend,” Eden tuts, noticing it too.
“I wasn’t. I’m an old lady. I’m just looking on with appreciation.” Bernie grins.
“Not her boyfriend,” I state as I take a seat and pick up a cup of coffee left for me.
“Boyfriend, no. You are hers, and she is yours. When you’ve both pulled your heads out of your asses, you might see that you two are in fact an item. However, until that time, you’re just you and she is just her,” Bernie says, frowning and getting confused over her own words.
“Jesus, can we get back to the matter at hand?” Betsy chastises, pushing her glasses up her nose while avoiding eye contact with me. “I’ve found Henry, and I can confirm your agents that were with you undercover have been captured by Henry.”
That news has me tensing. “How?” I ask.
“I don’t know that much, but as it stands, the CIA think Henry has you, too. So that works in our favour, but the CIA don’t have any idea where Henry has your friends. Nobody knows where Henry is,” she states.
I rub my temples. They will be dead by now. I’m sure of it. Fuck. “If no one knows where Henry is, then how do you know he has them?” I ask.
“I logged into your private computer,” Betsy says, typing away.
“You logged into my private computer?” I fume.
“Yeah, don’t worry. I didn’t look up your internet history,” she says casually.
A snort of laughter escapes Eden.
“Anyway, I found this sent to your private emails. I quickly removed it so the CIA don’t find it,” Betsy says, still typing away.
