Then he kissed her cheek.
Then…he nuzzled her ear.
His bonding scent suddenly swirled around her, and as her body instinctively responded to the dark spices, a surge of raw sexual need coursed through her veins. Yet she could tell he was holding himself back, for obvious reasons.
She just couldn’t resist arching in and rubbing herself against him.
“Leelan,” he growled.
As her arms crept up around his neck, she knew he was going to find her mouth. She also knew that the reason they had come to the garage was heartbreaking and horrible—so even though they had little time, she was not going to say no.
She needed some tangible proof that not everything in the world was about pain.
As if Wrath felt the same, his kiss was urgent and hard, and his arms locked around her body, pulling her in tight. Even though it was chilly, the flush of need that ramped up even further turned everything tropical—and as the length at the frontof his hips registered against her belly, all she could think about was getting him inside of her.
“I need you,” he said against her mouth.
“So take me.”
Wrath pulled back. He was breathing hard, his fangs fully extended. “I can’t be gentle.”
“Then fuck me.”
Just as there was an electric moment between them, the access panel next to them opened with a whoosh—and was closed just as fast. As the lights blinked off, it was obvious both shut downs had been willed by him.
As Beth was surrounded by darkness, she realized the lack of sight was what it was like for him all the time, and didn’t it mean that she felt everything so much more keenly.
Moaning with lust she was not about to hide, she went for the buttons on the front of his leathers, and her hands were clumsy. His were not. He found the fastening of her jeans, and the next thing she knew, the waistband was down her thighs along with her panties.
“Damn it,” she muttered, “I can’t get the buttons on your leathers—”
“I’ll take care of them.”
With that, she was spun around in the void and pressed up against the cold steel. As she panted, she felt his big, broad hands sweep up under her top, under her bra.
Her inhale was a drag-in, her exhale was his name: “Wrath.”
With a hard jerk, he yanked her out from the steel and popped her hips. Then there was a brief pause and a rustling as he worked at his fly, after which he arched over her angled torso.Time to get ready, she thought as she fanned her hands on the metal wall and bent her knees, bracing into a position to receive him.
“I just need something that isn’t about death,” he said in her ear. “We’ve got to remember to live in the middle of this fucking war.”
It was exactly how she was feeling—and oh holy heavens, the head of his arousal probed in just the right place. After which, he rammed into her. All the way to the hilt.
The sound that came out of her was that of an animal. And then the pumping started, hard and fast, his driving impacts slapping against her. To help keep her in place, he held onto her breasts, squeezing them as he pounded her from behind, his hair falling forward so that she felt the silken brush on both sides of her face. Surrounded by resonant darkness, there was nothing to see around her, nothing to ground her other than his erection penetrating her core and yanking out, her only steadiness the grips he had on her breasts.
Wrath started to roar, some kind of feral sound ripping out of him—
The orgasm she had as she heard was like a lightning strike, the release vibrating through her body so violently she lost the grip on the wall.
Not a problem.
Wrath just switched his arm position, going cross-body with one, around the front of her hips with the other. He was so strong, it was like iron bars had locked onto her, and the power in him was so great, he lifted her off the floor. At least she thought he did. She couldn’t feel her feet…couldn’t feel anything but his sex going in and out of her core.
Ever since he had miraculously returned, they had been making love. In their bed. In the shower. In the living area at the residence. Though there had been passion and real need, a reverence had marked each touch, every kiss—and the feedings, too. He had been gentle with her in the way he had at the verybeginning of their relationship, as if he hadn’t wanted to go too far, too fast, or scare her in any way.
That shit was out the window now.
She became a repository for him, something that he controlled, something that he dominated as his own. All she could do was remember to breathe and lock her teeth so she didn’t crack one off as her body played shock absorber to his thrusts.
