Page 60 of Death Warden
Dax sets his beer on the coffee table and straightens, running a hand over his close-cropped salt-and-pepper hair that contrasts starkly with his unlined skin.
“You two will be keeping Adi away from Spectre for the duration of her stay,” he says.
Okay, was not expecting that.
“Prez…they’re mated,” Logan says.
“I know. Which is why I’m ordering you two to keep her occupied. I don’t care how you do it.” He looks to me. “Take her on jobs with you. Get her doing admin.” This time his gaze falls on Logan. “Take her to lunch, take her shopping, whatever you have to do to maintain their distance until it’s time for her to leave.”
“Why?”
Logan winces when I ask.
Yeah, questioning orders is a bad thing.
I expect to get a verbal smackdown but Dax’s shoulders slump. “Grab a beer and take a seat. If you’re going to do this, you need to know the full implications of fucking it up.”
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ADI
I locked myself in my room and climbed into bed beside Finley. He was on his side. I snuggled closer and arranged his arm around me.
“Finley, I need you to wake up now, buddy. So much shit has happened, and I need you.”
His eyelids fluttered and for a moment I thought he’d open them, but all I got was a sigh before his breathing deepened.
I closed my eyes, focused on his steady heartbeat, and allowed myself to let go of the worry and leave the aching hole in my chest behind.
Cold stone pressesto my naked breasts. My arms are pinned at the base of my spine by a large hand as a cock drives into me from behind. My body responds, pushing back to take the thrusts, strangled gasps bursting from my lips.
“Delicious, potent. Oh, yes. This is the perfect way to feast. Surrender to me.” The man behind me kicks my ankles wider, pushing deeper into me.
“Yes…Gods. Yes…Harder.”
The voice is mine but not mine. I’m torn away from the pleasure it’s experiencing and driven away, turned into a voyeur.
The redheaded woman is bent over a stone table, face turned toward me, her milky, naked flesh exposed to the chill cavern air. A man stands behind her, hips pumping in deep, controlled thrusts that produce a wet slapping sound. I can’t see his face but his naked body is toned and lithe. The woman jostles with each thrust, her mouth parted, her eyes closed, and the sounds she makes echo off the stone walls.
Her gasps are getting faster, her movements more desperate as she attempts to grind against him.
She’s about to come.
I see the glint of a blade arcing down toward her and open my mouth to scream.
I woke gasping for air,the scream trapped in my throat. Fucking hell…what…what had that been? I tried to hold on to the dream, but it misted away, leaving me with a heavy sense of foreboding.
Finley had rolled away from me.
My chest was tight with panic and Spectre’s face filled my mind.
I climbed out of bed and hurried down the hallway to his room. I needed his arms around me. His scent in my nostrils. I knocked but there was no answer.
“Spectre?” I pushed the door open to an empty room and a stripped bed.
My pulse kicked up. I rushed to the wardrobe and yanked it open to find it empty.
“Adi…”
