Page 93 of Ransomed to the World
Being face-to-face and cuddling with him was more intimate than she expected. When he hardened inside her again, she shifted, inhaling sharply at the change of position, feeling him deeper than ever.
He flexed, the piercing making her shiver, and he chuckled. “Oh, we’re definitely keeping it.”
She smothered a laugh against his chest, and he ran his hand possessively up and down her spine. He seemed completely relaxed for the first time since he’d returned after his stay with her uncle.
Oh, she didn’t mistake that he was fully mended, but he was on the right path.
He would heal.
His hands began to roam, and she arched into him, offering her lips up to his for a kiss, when a movement on the bed made her stiffen. She jerked her head up, surprised to see Xander reclining back on the pillows, watching them with a hungry gaze. He rose slowly to his feet, his erection straining the front of his jeans, and her breathing hiccupped in her chest.
Logan noticed the change, twisting to look behind them, tugging her protectively to his chest. “Dude, what the fuck?!”
Xander bent, and retrieved the jacket on the floor, carefully draping it over her shoulders. She wasn’t sure if she was embarrassed at being caught in the act…or turned on by the idea of him watching. Before she could duck away from his penetrating gaze, he caught her face in his hand. “Did he pleasure you?”
Logan went still at the question, studying her face as if his whole existence hinged on her answer.
Heat burned her cheeks, but she answered honestly. “Yes.”
Xander gave a nod and released her, turning toward Logan, who was grinning like a fool, his chest puffed up with pride. “The sun is about to set. The rest of the guys will be returning soon. You might want to get dressed.”
Then Xander ran the backs of his fingers down her cheek. “Unless you want company.”
Annora couldn’t hide the blush that heated her cheeks. Thankfully, Xander dropped his hand and took a step back. “Maybe next time.”
Annora ducked her head, suddenly shy despite what she’d just been caught doing, and clutched the jacket closed as she rose to her feet, Logan helping her stand when her legs wobbled. Only when she was steady did he nudge her toward the bathroom.
She took a single step and found Xander at her side, holding out her clothes. He ducked his head, whispering in her ear, “You’re absolutely gorgeous, love. I very much enjoyed watching.”
Her breath caught at his husky tone, and she looked up at him, the heat in his eyes taking away her embarrassment and turning it into curiosity. Which seemed to please him. He smiled, then nudged her toward the bathroom, and she hurried away, needing a few minutes alone to clear her head and try to get rid of the image Xander planted in her mind.
Knowing the guys were nearby, Annora washed and dressed quickly, anxious to make sure they were all right. She didn’t like the idea of them playing with Daxion, afraid they might be underestimating the monster.
Taking one last look in the mirror, she smoothed down her hair, then exited the bathroom. And instantly spotted all the guys loitering around the room. Prem was ensconced on a stack of pillows, his feet twitching in his sleep. She smiled and cast a quick glance over the others, noticing the smallest details.
Mason looked a little rumpled, Camden had a bruise darkening near his cheek, Edgar was a little pale, but they were all safe and whole. The vise around her chest loosened a little. Logan stood a little behind them, fully dressed in his normal clothing, and she stifled her sigh of disappointment, shaking off the lingering effects of his nearness.
Her relief that they were okay only lasted for a few seconds, then her anger took over, and she planted her fists on her hips, glaring at them. “Of all the stupid, idiotic things to do. You guys can’t possibly think playing games with Daxion will end well. If he finds out you’re here, he’ll use you against me to get what he wants. We can’t take that risk.”
“If you think that we’d allow you to face him alone, you’re mistaken.” Camden cast her a glance, amused that she would’ve ever thought otherwise.
She huffed, knowing there wasn’t a damned thing she could do to change their minds.
But maybe she could do something to put a kink in Daxion’s plans. A spark of rebellion stirred in her chest, and she couldn’t resist teasing the guys with a mischievous smile.
Logan caught the look first, the grin on his face broadening to pure mayhem. “What do you have planned in that naughty brain of yours?”
If they were determined to stay, she was going to make use of their time together. In order to put this mess behind them, they needed to learn what Daxion had planned. “Are you up to a little breaking and entering?”
God, he fucking loved her.
Logan gave a cheery whistle, content for the first time in ages, and followed Annora when she left the room. He leaned forward, catching the smell of her perfume, biting back a disappointed sigh when he could no longer smell his scent on her skin.
Being around Annora made him feel more alive than ever before. He’d been worried that he’d never be normal again after the torture he endured, but Annora made him want to try.
He didn’t break out in a cold sweat at the thought of her touch as he did when others got too close.
She didn’t look at him with disgust when he finally gathered enough courage to explain his fears. She was patient and kind and sexy as fuck.
