“Look at me,” he demands.
I squeeze my eyes shut because if I comply, I’ll be totally lost. Already, my heart is his. We both know it.
And even after this heated exchange of pleasure, he’ll leave me. It won’t matter if or when I mate with Sean Blackbourne, a part of me will always belong to Raiden Wolvesey.
“Damn it, look at me!” His voice cracks.
The sudden desperation in his tone—something I’ve never heard from him—forces my eyes open. His stare is fierce, possessive, claiming—like he’s looking straight into my soul and branding himself there.
God knows my heart beats only for him.
“That’s it. You look at me when you come on my cock,” he growls. “I want to watch you fall apart knowing exactly who’s destroying you.”
An instant later, I shatter—screaming, shaking, tears spilling—as wave after wave of ecstasy rips me open. Raiden follows with a guttural roar, slamming deep one last time and spilling hot inside me, pulse after pulse, as if he’s marking me all over again. As if claiming what’s already his.
“Tabby…” he groans out in a low, guttural growl as he shudders against me.
Then…we fall still.
For long moments, the only sounds are our ragged breathing and the faint hum of traffic outside these walls.
Still buried deep inside me, he drops his forehead to mine, hands trembling as they cradle my face.
“Tabby…” My nickname breaks on his tongue like a prayer and a curse at once.
Then his whole body goes rigid.
“Bloody fucking hell!”
In a heartbeat, he’s pulling free, yanking up his jeans, and dragging his sweater over his head with frantic speed. The sudden emptiness inside me is its own agony.
“Get dressed.” He shoves my bra back into place with shaking hands. “Hurry!”
I scramble for my clothes, heart still thundering, legs barely holding me upright. My knickers are caught around one ankle; my skirts are tangled. And inside, I’m dying. “If you’re wishing now that you hadn’t touched me or?—”
“That isn’t it.” He scowls as he hands me my shirt. “Someone’s coming. Hurry!”
Then I feel it, another presence.
My heart threatens to stop, even as it hammers relentlessly against my ribs.
Raiden steadies me until I’m able to yank everything into some semblance of order. The second everything’s in place, he spins toward the door, wand raised, body shielding mine.
Because even now—seconds after wrecking me in the most beautiful way possible, he’s ready to kill—or die—to keep me safe.
Heaven help me, I’ve never loved him more.
Chapter
Seven
Raiden
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Tabitha is still fastening her shirt closed as I push her toward the door. Fuck, will we make it out alive? I understand the reasons the Council prohibits teleporting in and out of government facilities, even nearly deserted ones like this. Security against the nosy and unexpected is important—but damned inconvenient.
Unfortunately, that precaution could seal our fate.
