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I whimpered and winced under her touch as she glided gentle fingers along my dripping slit, teasing between the slick folds,stoking hot coals in my burning loins. Her fingers nudged at my entrance and I pushed back against her, eager for her. Undoing for her. She circled my clit, pressing at the sensitive bundle of nerves with a competency that drove me to complete depravity.
She leaned over me, the soft mound of her breasts cool against my back, and moved her fingers to my lips, sliding them against my tongue so I could taste myself.
I moaned with her fingers in my mouth and bucked backward against her. My hands fisted in the damp bed sheets, spine curving like a scorpion poised to strike. Dylan’s breath was hot against my ear, my cheek, my shoulder, as she pressed passionate kisses to every available inch of my damp skin. Before I could blink her fingers were gone again, but her weight against my back remained, even as she plunged those missing digits deep into my aching sex.
My orgasm came quickly, bursting through my body while I rode her fingers with a raging need. Even as I spasmed and clenched around her, embroiled in an earth-shattering release, Dylan didn’t let up. Her tongue lapped at my entrance, flicking out to torment my sensitive, throbbing clit. It was overwhelming, decadent, too much for my quivering body. I threw a hand back to push at her shoulder, but Dylan gripped my wrist and slammed it back down on the bed, delving into me with ravenous intent and wrenching me closer to a second peak.
After a staggering hail of tongue and fingers, I tumbled over the precipice a second time. Drunk on her, disorientated in her all-encompassing presence.
When I was finally done, unraveled entirely, my spine relaxed its backbreaking arch and I collapsed against the mattress and rolled onto my back. My legs twitched slightly and my eyes shut as I slowly regained my senses.
Dylan sucked the remnants of my climax from her fingers and lay down with her head on my stomach, snaking her armsaround my bent leg. Her head rose and fell against my abdomen alongside my labored breathing.
I tangled my fingers in her hair, stroking absently as my body melted into the mattress. Unlike the last time, the afterglow of our entanglement settled over both of us like a warm blanket. It felt… not quite safe – Dylan was far too dangerous and unpredictable for me to be truly at ease – but there was comfort to be found in her arms.
My muddled mind was unwilling to truly unravel my feelings on the subject, not yet, not there. Not when the touch of her fingers massaging small circles into my thigh felt so irrevocably sensual.
As if she had heard my hazy musing, Dylan tightened her grip on my leg and pressed a fierce, final kiss to my stomach. Something like a soft sigh escaped my lips and I closed my eyes.
Precarious and dysfunctional as our alliance was, maybe I could stick around a little longer.
Chapter 21
Dylan
The security meeting was the same as any other, but sitting there and listening to the others bicker had me jumpy and on edge. I felt exposed, vulnerable, like Amara’s touch was a brand on my skin. Like the evidence of what we had done lay plainly on my face. I sat stiffly at the polished table in Jordan's office and tried to nod along to whatever the redhead was saying.
Jordan had gathered the entire security team this time, and everyone was up in arms about the dragon shifters’ presence, arguing over each other about what to do about it. After I had relayed the events of the previous day and given my description of the dragon shifters in the warehouse, I was relegated to sitting in silence while the others squabbled amongst themselves.
Only River seemed to notice my unease, eyeing me from across the table. I did my best to avoid her gaze and arranged my features into what I hoped was a calm, attentive expression. Internally, I was a nervous wreck.
I had awoken that morning to pale sunshine creeping through the curtains of the motel room, and Amara's naked body nestled against mine. I had stared for a while, watching her chest rise and fall, listening to her light snores until her eyes fluttered open. For the first time in a while, my mind had been quiet. Watching her blink sleep from her eyes, yawn and stretch and realign her body with mine, felt like the most normal thing in the world. It felt right. Until I heard a knock on the door.
We hadn't had much time to talk about what happened. Jordan's ride had turned up moments after we roused, and after that, I'd been carted off for an emergency meeting to discuss the dragon shifter debacle. Before I left the apartment, I'd only managed a feebly signed promise to Amara that I'd be back soon.
Her bleary eyes had watched me go, and it took everything in me not to carry her back to my bed to sleep the day away together. But duty called, and I found myself sitting in a room full of vampires, my mind half-focused on Jordan's voice as she outlined our next steps.
"The dragon shifters could be a serious threat," Jordan was saying. “If they are in league with Don then we need to act quickly.”
Her voice was a little more clipped than usual, tinged with urgency. No doubt Jordan was recalling the last time an enemy force gathered against us. Even this meeting proved just how shaken Jordan was, she’d allowed a few pompous highborns in to offer solutions.
She was right to be worried. I had seen the power of the dragon shifters firsthand.
I tried to concentrate, but my mind insisted on skirting the problem at hand and trailing back to Amara. The way she had looked at me, the brush of her lips on mine, the softness of her skin. I wanted to be back with her, to talk about everything that had happened, to figure out where exactly we stood. But insteadI was here, subjected to strategies and plans and highborn politics.
A scowl settled on my face before I could stop it.
River caught my eye from across the table and raised her brow in silent question. The vampire woman was painfully perceptive, she could sense something was off. She knew that something had changed. I ignored her, dropping my eyes to the table and mulling over the events of last night and what to do about them.
In the back of my mind, I already knew what Jordan was going to suggest. She would want to wipe Amara's memory, to keep the Leyore vampires' identities safe, and to prevent Amara from reporting anything to her father. The thought made my heart seize. I didn't want Amara to forget. I didn't want to lose what we had, however brief and uncertain our marriage might be.
"Dylan.” Jordan’s voice dragged me back to the present and I snapped my eyes up. “You said that guy attacked you unprovoked?”
“Yes.” Every little scar on my body ached at the memory and I trailed a hand over the stitched slash on my thigh. “That was the second time if we’re counting the night I got jumped in an alleyway.”
My response did little to ease the tension in the room, triggering whispers and wary glances directed at Jordan. The redhead sighed and ran her fingers through her hair, haunching over with her elbows propped on the table. “So it’s safe to say they’re not here on vacation.”
I blew out a breath, leaning back in my chair. “Probably not.”
