Page 61 of Shadow Weaver
My stomach flipped hard.
Hyde’s shoulders tensed at my arrival, but he didn’t acknowledge my presence. He didn’t greet me.
Anger surged up and flooded my veins.
“I’m here now. You can go back down.” My tone was curt and clipped.
Hyde straightened slowly and turned to face me. “You’re on duty with me.”
“I can manage solo.”
“Watchtower is two-man duty,” he said. “Protocol.”
He was being pedantic. Brady and Lloyd allowed one-man stints all the time. This was bullshit. “Fine, then I’ll do the rotation with someone else.” My anger was leaking into my voice now. Fuck, I needed to rein it in, but I’d be damned if I could, and if I looked at him … If I looked him in the face, I’d lose it.
“You’ll do the rotation with me. Like planned,” Hyde said, smoothly taking a step toward me.
The air between us crackled. “Fuck you.” The words were out before I could stop them.
“What did you say?”
Sod it. I raised my eyes to his face, trailing my gaze up over his stubbled jaw and his hard lips and across the scars to lock on his flint-like gaze.
“I said fuck you, Hyde.” The rage, the disappointment, the anger at myself for this very moment swirled into a ball and lodged in my throat to choke me. And then words I’d had no intention of saying spilled from my lips. “You didn’t come to see me. Not once. I get it.” I blinked back the heat gathering behind my eyes. “Message received, loud and fucking clear. I’m nothing to you. You’ve illustrated your point, and I’m over it. But right now, what I need is to just be alone. I neednotto be around you. So, please, leave.” I made to brush past him, but he grabbed my arm and pulled me back.
I was hauled up against his taut chest and then his mouth was on mine, a hot brand claiming me. I shoved at his shoulders, tears burning my eyes, because no. I wasn’t going there again. I just wasn’t.
He pulled back, his eyes glittering. “I came to see you. I came every day. But I shouldn’t have. I fucking shouldn’t have. I just … I couldn’t stay away.” His beautiful face was a picture of torment and confusion, want and need. “You don’t understand how it is, Indigo. You don’t understand the dangers.”
I stared up at him through my tears, knowing that now was the time to back away, to listen to Payne’s warning.
I opened my mouth to say as much, but caution be damned. “I don’t care.” I gripped the back of his neck. “Right now, in this moment, I just want to feel.” I tilted my face up to his so our lips were a hairbreadth apart. “Make me feel, Archer.”
It was the first time I’d called him by his name, and any resolve he’d been clinging to snapped like a brittle branch. My back hit the wall, and a new heat flooded me, carnal, wanton, and unfettered.
Our mouths met, ravenous for sensation, for the slide of tongue against tongue and the clash and scrape of teeth. He was tangy and salty and fucking delicious. He hoisted me up, and I wrapped my legs around his waist, never breaking the kiss. My fingers dug into his shoulders, up his neck, and over his shorn head, wanting him closer, wanting him inside me.
His hands fumbled with the tie to my sweats, and then I was pinned to the wall, and his hand was sliding into my pants, fingers sliding over my pubic bone and into my wet heat. Oh, fuck.
I was swollen and ready, jerking against him as he stroked and circled the sweet spot. He swallowed my gasps hungrily and then pushed into me. I tilted my hips, allowing him deeper access. Heat rose up from my toes, slow and spiraling, pooling at my core and tightening in delicious warning. My heart hammered to get out of my chest, and blood rushed like a tsunami in my ears. Almost there. Oh, God, I was so close, but it wasn’t his fingers I needed. I needed more. I reached between us to grip him through his cargo pants. He was rock-hard and ready.
He groaned into my mouth as I began to massage him through the fabric.
“Fuck, Indigo. Oh, fuck.” He moaned.
I unzipped him before sliding my hand down his pants to grip his velvet, hard cock.
It swelled and jerked in my hand.
“Motherfucker,” Archer growled.
“Archer, please.” I wanted him inside me so bad.
He claimed my mouth, deepening the kiss while he picked up the tempo with his fingers and then there was no thought, only the sensation of his fingers inside me and my hand around his cock, pumping until we were both crying out as his seed spilled hot over my hand.
The kiss softened to pecks, and then we were nose to nose, breathing hard.
“Indigo, I … Oh, fuck.”
