So… don’t.
My hand curls around the back of his neck, and I tilt my head to the side. Des growls with approval, and his self-control snaps.
Fingers dig into my back. The pressure sends pleasant shivers up and down my spine. There’s not an inch of space between us. Our hearts beat wildly in our chests.
Every brush of Des’s tongue against mine, every moan that passes his lips, ignites a fire in me that I’ve never felt before.
I swing my legs behind me to rise up on my knees, vaguely acknowledging I’ve regained control of my legs.
Des rises with me. His hand tangles in my hair, holding firm, melding our lips together.
I want to feel his electric touch all over my body. I want it to penetrate my skin and burrow into my bones.
I want…him.
A sharp noise cuts through the air, but I don’t let it distract me. My attention is completely on the man in front of me, his grip on me almost desperate, like he can’t get enough. Like he wants me as much as I want him.
I nip at his bottom lip, and the growl that rumbles through his chest sends heat straight to my core.
"Look what we have here."
Des and I freeze mid-kiss. Before I can blink, he draws back and pulls me to my feet, stepping in front of me as we turn to face the door.
Adir stands there. His smug grin sends chills down my spine. His clothes are a mess. Black smudges streak across his skin, and his shirt is torn.
“Stand down, Adir.” Des’s voice is low and commanding.The sexy tone sends another wave of desire crashing through me.
So not the time, girl.
Adir laughs, the sound cold and manic. “I do not answer to you, Desmond.” His grin grows wider, creepier. “Nor do I answer to the Council. Not anymore.”
“That is treason,” Des says in warning. “Don’t make me fight you, Adir. Stand down.”
“No.” With a flick of his wrist, a flash of red light explodes from Adir’s hand.
I scream in warning.
Des blocks the attack with his forearm, but the impact sends him reeling back into me. I hit the wall, the force knocking the air out of my lungs.
Des launches himself at Adir. They tumble out of the closet, crashing into the room beyond.
I stumble forward, gasping for breath. My head’s spinning. I grip the door frame to steady myself and take in the scene in front of me.
Horror clenches my stomach.
The room is destroyed—walls crumbled, debris scattered everywhere. It’s like a warzone inside a freaking mansion.
Des and Adir blast their power at each other, hatred for one another so thick I can taste it. Red and white power in varying forms zip through the air like some messed-up light show. I blink, but the scene stays the same.
I never knew the Immortals could shoot power from their bodies.
More secrets.
My shaky trust in the Immortals is rattled a little more.
But Des… Des came to rescue me.
That means something. No matter what deceit oromissions they fed me during my time in Greece, at least they came to save me.