Page 50 of Shadow Master
I turned my head so my lips grazed his jaw. “Lie back. I want to play.”
He kissed me, nipping at my bottom lip, drawing blood, which he licked away with a sweep of his tongue.
His body was mine, every inch of him mine to explore—the scars on his back, the intricate tattoo that ran up from his pectoral to his shoulder, and the feytech leg that felt oddly warm to the touch.
He let me play, lying back and watching me from beneath hooded eyes. He let me lick, kiss, and touch. It was like playing an instrument, drawing a moan and a sigh here, or a hissed intake of breath and a soft curse there.
This was our time. This tent was our haven.
Beneath the canvas, we were free to be ourselves, to forget about the laws that forbade us to be together, to forget about sanity and logic, and the glaring fact that once we returned, we’d be bound by the laws of our world once more.
In the tent, we were just Indigo and Archer, and I’d be damned if I wouldn’t make the most of this.
This time, I took him, straddling him and rocking until he was panting, hips pushing up to meet each of my downward motions.
There were no words.
We’d said too much already.
Weeks of words.
Weeks of excuses and goodbyes.
No more fucking words.
This. We needed this. I arched my back, tipped back my head, and gave in to my body. To the heat between us and the sounds we made together.
Mine.
He was mine.
* * *
Hyde’s bandageshad been replaced, and we’d tugged his feytech skin up to cover the bottom half of his body.
A pressure settled on my chest, one that felt like goodbye. I couldn’t look at him, didn’t want to see my feelings reflected in his eyes.
I finished pulling on my boots.
“Justice?” Hyde pulled me toward him. “We can figure something out.”
“Like assassinating Orion?” I grinned wryly.
He rested his forehead on mine. “Once this is over—”
“Things will go back to the way they were before.” I looked deep into his blue-green eyes and cupped his jaw. “And I’ll love you until the day I die no matter what. No matter where we end up.”
“Listen to me, we—”
A bellow cut through the silence.
I froze.
Another bellow was followed by the clang of metal on metal.
Fuck, my blade was outside. I pushed Hyde back. “You stay here.”
The night air kissed my cheeks as I exited the tent. Fomorians fought fir bolg. Harmon and Athos battled to the right. There were too many fir bolg and not enough fomorians. We wouldn’t win this. Couldn’t. But if we could fight our way out … I reached for the shadows, calling to them. They rushed to meet me.
