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She cries out and I have to grab her hips, to force her to still or risk busting her stitches. “Easy, baby,” I say, nuzzling her neck. “Does that feel good?”
Her pulse is like a frantic, trapped butterfly under her skin. I work my magick through her folds, circling her delicate bud again and again until I can feel her body cream. Can feel it quicken. “Yes, Caine,” she moans. “God, yes.”
My body draws up at her sexy voice and the fervent way she says my name. The near frantic edge of pleasure. I work her little pearl as she glides her hand over me, our breathing harsh in the quiet.
Along the bond between us, I feel the first clench inside her. The first ripple. My eyes threaten to roll back. But I send a second tendril into her heat and let it fill her like I want to. Like I’m filling her hand.
She lets out a shout and bucks, her orgasm catching her. It triggers my own, squeezing my sac and punching me in the damn stomach with pleasure that ripples down my spine like lightning. I spray over her palm, the counter. And still I rock, drawing it out as the energy of my release lifts from my skin, as it passes from my mouth to hers in one scalding wash.
My heart begins to slow its thunderous sprint, and I press my head to her shoulder as she slowly releases me, one devilish finger at a time.
Her body quakes. “I don’t think I’m ever going to get enough of that,” she says between shivers.
I exhale and lick my lips. “Me either, baby. Me either.”
Chapter 40
Onyx
With Caine’s energy and the stitches, I manage to get down and we leave the pharmacy. Since I don’t want to risk the portal, we hail a cab out to the Sanchez colony house a little after true dawn. It’s a decent drive, nearly an hour from the alley to the road leading to the manor. I curl against Caine’s warm side and doze off and on.
And if it wasn’t for him, I don’t know that I would even be alive.
I’ve never considered myself as needing a knight in shining armor. And Caine is a demon in Converse, but the concept is there.
He saved my life by showing up when he did.
Hell, he came after me.
The warmth from that thought is enough to make my eyes burn with unshed tears. But I force them away and focus on the task ahead.
When we pull up to the large house on its own private section of land, Caine has the driver go past instead of stopping.
At the end of the road, he pays the cabbie to let us out in the dead end. And I guess the tip Caine gives him is large enough he doesn’t remark on the oddness of our request.
As the tail lights fade back the way we came, I look at Caine. “Now what?”
“If I asked you to wait, would you?” he says, crimson eyes gleaming.
I smile. “Nope.”
He chuckles and takes my hand. “Didn’t figure as much.” We start walking into the sparse section of pines.
“Sanchez is still technically an ally to Lock Lake,” he tells me. “I’m banking on him not knowing you weren’t killed, and him thinking the team is leaving.”
“Which they are,” I remind him.
His jaw tightens. “True, but now Ruin can claim plausible deniability. He only knows I went after my girl.” My stomach flips. “No one knows I found you being attacked by levithans and kicked their asses.”
No. He killed them. Easily and without remorse.
I can still see him in my head. The fog of blood loss and exhaustion had made me question my sanity, but he had appeared from above like a damn falling angel, his body clad in midnight and hellfire. It took him seconds to kill the levithans.
And I will never forget the icy rage on his face when he did it.
My thumb trails over the back of his hand.
“That being said,” he continues, “if we request sanctuary and pretend we have no idea what the hell is going on, he may buy it.”
