I stalk toward her, my wings flared. “You want to help me.”
She backs up a step and then another.
“You think you can fool Roman into believing you need him? Into believing youwantto be rescued?”
Her back hits the wall, and I bring my face as close to hers as I can without touching her. Close enough that my world is her scent. Even now, she wants me. She aches for me.
I lower my voice. “You think he won’t know the moment he lays eyes on you that you’re mine? A blind man could see it. One look in my direction, one brush of our hands, and he’ll know.”
“So we’ll stay apart,” she says weakly.
“Oh, but he’ll know the moment he makes eye contact with you. He’ll try to find himself in the depths of those enchanting amber eyes of yours, but all he’ll see is me.” My lips are so close to hers that we’re sharing the same air, but I won’t kiss her, won’t close that space when she stopped me before. This time she has to initiate it. “I can’t risk losing you, Fi. My life would be ruined if he got his hands on you. I don’t want to end up like my sister, destined to walk this earth without the one person who makes it worth living.”
Her eyes are trained on my lips, and I watch her throat bob on a swallow. “Okay.”
“Okay?”
“I’ll stay behind. I’ll stay in the house while you guys intercept Roman. I don’t want him touching me either. But we need to make sure we get Vivian back, Connor. He’s still got her. What will he do with her when he realizes he’s lost me? She’ll lose all value. From what you’ve told me, they aren’t the type of people to issue an apology and put her in a cab.”
I brace my weight on an elbow against the wall above her head, leaning in. “Consider it a priority.”
She licks her bottom lip, and then she breaks. Leaning forward, she captures my mouth with her own. A moment ago, my blood was heated by anger. Now my temperature rises for a much more pleasurable reason.Her hands land on my stomach, then go to work on the buttons of my red flannel.
Again I reach for the hem of her sweater, and this time she raises her arms above her head, encouraging me to take it off. I oblige. I fold in my wings, then take off the flannel and the T-shirt I’m wearing beneath it. She’s already working on my belt, my fly.
I’m surprised when she hooks a finger into my belt loop and leads me over to the bed. She sits on the mattress in front of me and tugs at my pants. I help her take off the rest of my clothes. I’m hard as fuck, which seems to be a given around her, and I’ve barely stood back up before she’s taking my cock in her mouth, sucking me deep.
She gazes up at me with raw possessiveness in her eyes as she wraps her lips around my cock. That look is warranted. She owns me, in every sense of the word. My fingers land in her hair, my hips thrusting gently until I hit the back of her throat. Her eyes fill with lust and she moans, drawing back and taking me in her hand.
“Whose reflection do you see in my eyes right now, Connor?”
“Mine,” I growl.
“As it should be.” She echoes my earlier words back at me and swirls her tongue around the head. The feel of her warm mouth on my cock along with the way she’s looking at me turn on every light in my house. My dragon is purring, my hands are in her hair, and the excitement down our bond has her hollowing her cheeks and finding a rhythm. This connection between us, it’s afeedback loop. She feels my pleasure and gives it all back to me. She winds me tighter and tighter.
Her teeth scrape against my skin.
That’s all I can take. I empty myself down her throat, watching her swallow me down like she relishes every drop. When she finally falls back on her elbows, the smile she gives me is deliciously dirty.
“Creator blessed, Fiona, I’m going to lose my mind loving you.” I reach for her pants and start pulling them down her legs. “It’s like I’ve finally found the missing half of myself. For the first time, I’m whole and understand who I am in the universe.” I shake my head. “Fuck, I’m not making any sense.”
“I’ll tell you when you’re not making sense. Everything you’ve said makes sense to me. I feel the same way.”
I finally get her naked and spread her knees. “Touch yourself. Show me what you do when you’re thinking of me.”
She reaches down between her legs and starts working her clit. Fuck. There’s no hesitation. No shame. Her hand skims up to her breast. And I watch her pleasuring herself while she thinks of me, projecting memories and fantasies into my mind that make my wings twitch. She arches off the bed as her pleasure crests.
I’m over her. In her. Moving with her. Joining in her pleasure in a slow, sensual dance, my only goal to draw out the ecstasy she’s experiencing. This time, finally, I’m unhurried. I dress her in soft kisses to her inner elbow, the crook of her underarm, the underside of her jaw, thetips of her fingers. I explore every inch of her until she’s writhing again and I give her exactly what she needs.
Chapter Twenty-Nine
FIONA
When I wake the next morning, I can hear Connor and the others talking in the kitchen. I can’t hear what they’re saying, but his mood feels calm and determined down our bond. I take that as a good sign.
After a quick shower, I pull on yesterday’s clothes because I still haven’t moved my things into Connor’s room and then make my way down the hall to where I was staying before. I run into Zaire along the way. He does the little bow thing he always does when he sees me and smiles bright as the sun.
“Good morning, Ms. Fiona. Would you like me to move your things into the primary suite? I presume you’ll be staying in there from now on?”
