Page 87 of Into Darkness (Night Prowler 6)
“Oh, definitely,” she whispered, loving that little clench. She wanted another.
He chuckled in response. Dipping his head, he drew her nipple into his mouth and sucked on it, cupping her breast in his big hand. The sensation was incredible, racing from her nipple to her clit as if an arrow had been shot between them. She moaned softly, clenching again.
“You like that,” he murmured, moving to her other breast, his voice full of male satisfaction.
All she could do was make a small sound of pleasure as he cupped both her breasts in his hands and lavished his tongue on each of her nipples in turn, sweeping his thumb over the one his mouth was neglecting, his touch firm, his mouth possessive. She went breathless with the sensation because he didn’t stop, sucking harder and using his teeth when she responded with gasps and low moans, pushing her breasts harder against his hands. A coil of pleasure began to wind deep in her belly, drawing all her focus to that spot, to the sparks going off inside her body.
“Oh, yes,” whispered Magnus against her breast. “You like that a lot.”
Involuntarily, her hips tilted, bringing his still erect cock in contact with an incredibly sensitive spot inside her. She gasped, digging her fingers into the muscles of his shoulders. “Oh. Oh.”
Speech was becoming increasingly difficult.
He pinched one nipple, nipping the other with his teeth, and she jerked, a cry of pleasure on her lips. The movement dragged him against that sensitive spot inside again, and Lu moaned, her head dropping back. Magnus made a sound like a purr and flexed his hips, and she moaned again, but this time it was broken.
“Here?” he murmured, rocking slowly into her. The answering sound that came from her throat was primal, unlike anything she’d ever made before. Her entire body quaked. Her heartbeat went arrhythmic. He flexed into her gently again, and her brain blinked offline.
“My sweet, sweet angel,” he whispered, spreading his hands over her bottom. With his hands, he coaxed her hips into gentle motion, slow, small circles that kept her in direct contact with his pelvis, and kept dragging her across and around that incredible pressure point. He lowered his mouth to her nipple again, and Lu thought she would die with pleasure.
“Magnus,” she whimpered. Her fingers were twisted so tightly in his hair it must have hurt, but if it did he took no notice, lavishing her with all his attention, stroking her with his tongue and lips and hands, setting an exquisitely languorous tempo of slide, rock, push, slide back, rock, push again, his entire body controlling hers.
The coil inside her wound tighter and tighter. Heat flashed over her skin and a bloom of sweat followed, her body now slick against his. She tightened her legs around his waist and her arms around his shoulders, moving faster, desperate for release, for that incredible pinnacle he was driving her toward. Writhing against him, she begged, “Please! Please!”
A growl rumbled through his chest. He was growing harder and harder inside her. He reached up and cupped the back of her neck in his hand, bringing his lips to her ear. “Give yourself to me. Give it all to me, angel. Now.”
It might have been that husky command that drove her over the edge, or the trigger of his own release, that throb and pulse deep inside her as he groaned and shook, but suddenly her nerves honed to a thousand shrieking exclamation points, she stopped breathing, and threw back her head on a scream of ecstasy.
She went off like a firework. Brilliant. Violent. Loud.
And the entire room around them—the bed
and floors and walls—exploded into flame.
TWENTY-SEVEN
For the past ten minutes, Honor had been pacing.
Back and forth across Morgan’s living room floor, arms folded across her chest, chewing her lip as if she planned to make a meal of it. It wasn’t as though she could eat anything, even if she tried. Her stomach was squeezed into a horrible angry knot, mimicking what was happening to her heart and most of her other organs. She was so upset she had to keep reminding herself to breathe; there had already been one minor earthquake this morning. The colony didn’t need another.
“You’re sure that’s what she said? A few days?”
Honor whirled around to glare at Beckett. He stood against one wall with his foot propped up against it, looking as effortlessly gorgeous as ever. Although not, at the moment, quite as smug.
“Yes, I’m sure, Beckett! My mother was very clear; they’re going to exterminate her in a few days!”
“But, why, pet? What’s changed? Why now?” Morgan, seated on a sofa opposite the wall where Beckett stood, was white with shock. Xander, standing beside the sofa, looked as if he was about to explode with rage. His amber eyes had turned molten, murderous gold.
“Now,” Honor answered, her voice shaking, “the IF doesn’t need her anymore. They’ve figured out how to make the medicines without our DNA.”
Quiet took the room. “Which also means they don’t need any of the others in the facility they’re holding her in, either,” said Xander. “I wondered how long it would take them.”
Morgan gasped in horror, her hands lifting to cover her mouth. “No,” she whispered, eyes wide.
“Yes. They’re going to kill them all. Soon.” Honor resumed her pacing and lip chewing.
“Magnus and Lumina won’t let that happen. You know that.” Beckett pushed away from the wall, his expression uncharacteristically fierce, his normally clear eyes dark and stormy. He stood in a fighting stance with his legs spread shoulder width apart, chest back, hands curled to fists at his sides. Honor thought she’d never seen him look so . . . hot.
Shit.
