Elodie shifted on her seat. “So do you have a plan?” She tried to stay focused as his other hand moved up and over her outstretched arm, his fingers tickling the sensitive flesh under her elbow.
“I have several potential plans but it depends on the information we receive once we return to the living.”
She jerked in her seat. “Then let’s go get that information now.”
“Why?”
“Because maybe...”Maybe I’m uncertain about being in your presence. Maybe I don’t trust myself with you? Maybe getting off this ship will be easier if my legs still work.She couldn’t say it aloud. He continued to intensely watch her as his lips and fingers trailed up and down the underside of her arm, moving higher each time.
“Maybe? Are you in a hurry to get away from me? There’s this new smell coming off you that says otherwise.” His nostrils flared and he sniffed the air. Elodie took her arm out from his grip and shoved it back inside her blanket.That sense of smell could be a problem down the road. But as soon as she thought it, she knew it was a lie.
He smirked. “You want more. So do I.”
“We don’t have time.”
The smirk turned diabolical, almost gleeful and she found it slightly monstrous and unnerving. “Sure we do,” he said. Gunner reached for her and she moved away, slipping off the chair.
“We can’t stay here, the longer we stay here the more anxious I’m going to get.” Another step back. “We should head to the escape pods, that’s a straightforward plan!” Gunner stood, reaching for her, and she stepped farther back.
“Am I making you mad?” he asked, grinning. “I’d like to see you mad.”
“Time doesn’t stop just because you want it to!”
He cocked his head to the side almost mockingly. “Are you so certain of that?”
“Your inability towantto preserve our lives will make me upset, and make this worse,” she hissed, skirting around him as he prowled after her. “My nerves are your fault too. And another thing, you won’t see me mad. You will never see me mad. I’ve had many years practicing and keeping my emotions stifled. Anything that could break my façade was buried.”
“So youarein a hurry to get away from me. Ely, I’m pretty damn good at reading you. You should know that by now. Your blood is pumping and we both know it’s not entirely from nerves.”
Elodie dodged around the table in an effort to keep it between them but before she could get to the other side he caught her up in his arms and pressed her body against his. He moved too fast for her.
“Begging excites me,” he whispered into her ear. A deliciously dark shiver coursed through her. “Leave,” he turned around and sat her on the table, “the rest,” he took hold of her blanket—her protection—and tore it from her grip, “to me.” Gunner nudged between her legs with his own. “Will you let me try and help you relax?”
Relax? The idea seemed preposterous and so beyond her ability, even the notion made her want to laugh.
Elodie squirmed and closed her eyes, reaching up to put her hands on his shoulders and hold onto him. She took a deep breath and relinquished to him. It wasn’t easy but she tried hard, and with his help—with his heat and his power—won the battle in the end.
She sucked in another breath and focused on the warmth of his body, and the chill at her back. Her heartbeat evened out slowly, and when she opened her eyes, Gunner pressed his mouth over hers, soft and fierce, and so unlike everything he emitted.
The kiss was gentle, then vicious, velvet liquid and quietly savage. He deepened it and sucked her soul out, lashing her with his tongue.God, his tongue.Relaxing was the last thing on her mind as she arched into him.
She found his wet hair and pulled his face harder into her.
He pulled away and her mouth moved to re-catch his. Elodie opened her eyes to find him looking down at her.
“Well?” he inquired.
She dug her nails into his shoulders and nodded. “Try.”
A twitch of his lips, a bloom of his gun tats, and the wolfish god under her hands bulged with empowerment. The sudden shift left her breathless and tongue-tied. She’d accidentally summoned a demon. Gunner drew back, cupped her thighs and drew her forward, burying his face between her legs. Frenzied probing fingers nudged and pushed up into her aching core. Firecrackers exploded behind her eyes as they found her sweet spot and played it until she seized.
Gunner licked her entire length with the flat of his tongue. Her hips jumped up and undulated to imitate sex, her body telling him what she wanted most as her pussy slid across his face, her clit bumping his nose.
Elodie felt the first climax tear through her not long after, and the stress and frenzied release clouded her senses somewhere between an orgasm and a panic attack, brought on by desperation and lust. Gunner kneaded and pinched her, suckled and played her like an instrument, dragging out her orgasm.
The energy crescendoed.
She peered down to see him watching her from between her legs and as their gazes caught, his mouth left her clit to thread his thick tongue through her folds, nipping along the way. The sight was dark and erotic, her pale skin cast in crimson. He was mesmerizing in his intent, feasting. She was entranced as Gunner moved her legs over his corded shoulders.
