I couldn’t help the grunt of masculine satisfaction that escaped me as her hips began to move and she lifted herself up before thrusting onto me again, letting me fill her and stretch her as we both writhed together upon the sheets.
She was beautiful and strong and perfect andmine. She was the only thing, in all the world, that had ever been mine. So I let that thin tether between us sharpen and strengthen. I let my loose hold on control slip, and I let her in.
Finally,she mentally sighed against my mind.
We were one. As partners, as husband and wife, as lovers, and as leaders. We’d find our way through everything and everyone against us because this, between us, was the only thing that had ever mattered and I was a fool for having taken so long to see that.
She shuddered above me and I began to move with her, thrusting upward as she pressed down, chasing after our release together. I let my good hand roam her body, gripping her hip, reaching up to squeeze her breast, pushing her hair back over her shoulder. She moaned and writhed against me, making it harder to hold on, harder to hold back. When she screamed my name again, tilting her head back and shouting it to gods I’d never believed in, I found my release too, bending up toward her and groaning against the soft skin of her chest between her breasts.
We paused for a moment, still joined together, catching our breaths. Then she rolled off of me and onto the bed beside me, panting. She reached for me at once, arms outstretched, and I happily curled into them. Wrapping her arms around my middle, she burrowed into the crook of my neck, her skin warm against mine.
“Was it everything you hoped it would be?” she asked softly a moment later.
“More,” I told her, turning to plant a gentle kiss on her forehead. “With you, so much more.”
Chapter Thirty
Olympia
“Ineed to talk to him,” I growled to my cousins who stood loyally outside of the Heir’s door, as always.
“I don’t think that’s a good idea at the moment,” Paxon’s voice rang out.
I turned toward him to find him raising a brow and glancing at the door to our cousin’s room, clearly trying to impart some meaning. I blinked, not understanding, until I saw Cleo giggling into her hands behind him and Nick biting his lip to keep from snorting as well. My brow furrowed as I glanced back to the door. Then I rolled my eyes and planted a hand on my hip as I turned toward Pax.
“It’s important,” I said. “The Bexleys are–”
“Allow me to rephrase,” Pax interrupted me boldly, stepping forward. “I won’tletyou interrupt him right now.”
What a wingman. I blew out a puff of air and rolled my eyes once again.
“Fine,” I hissed. To be honest, I didn’t want tointerrupthim anyway. I really didn’t want to see what was on the other side of that door. “Just tell him we lost the older brother, Harrison didhis job, and I’m on my way to find the Wolf. He’ll know what it means.”
Paxon’s brow furrowed in response, as though he was trying to solve a riddle he didn’t have all the clues for, but he nodded and that was enough.
The streets were still relatively empty as I made my way down, though they grew more populated the further I went. By the time I was on the Third, some citizens looked on from the shadows, not daring to step out into the open but not hiding themselves away in their homes either. Their gazes followed me as I headed for the only place I’d ever seen known rebels go to during all my months of surveillance. Their watchful eyes were heavier now. There was a weight behind their gazes that spoke of pain and a mistrust exacerbated by recent events. I’d have to be more careful than usual.
The half-workshop, half-bar sat on the far side of the West end, close to the direction of the tenth tunnel. The door was slightly ajar, light filtering out into the night. That was the only indication the man who owned the place was open to visitors. Not that I was a part of that group. Tonight, it wouldn’t matter.
Without taking a moment longer to consider what I was doing, I stormed right into the place.
The front was an actual workshop. Wooden benches littered with half-finished tools and partially carved furniture pieces sat at odd angles, cluttering the space so I had to turn sideways to slide between them. A door at the back was closed but light slid out through the space between it and the floor at the bottom and I could hear talking behind it. Pushing a rickety bedframe aside, I pushed the door open.
All chatter ceased at once as every eye in the place turned my way and narrowed.
A man called Marvin, who I’d known owned the place without taking into account his leather work apron or bulgingcraftsman’s biceps, pushed a few other men aside to make his way over to me. He was frowning when he spoke, his voice low and gruff.
“We don’t want any trouble tonight,” he said.
“Just tonight?” I asked, cocking my head to the side.
His jaw clenched.
“I’m not here for trouble,” I told him. I wasn’t afraid, just outnumbered, and I preferred not to try my luck tonight. “I’m here for Wolf.”
A few murmurs shot through the crowd and my gaze snapped to those speaking so quickly their words died away in an instant. It all happened in a split second but it was enough to tell me my suspicions were correct. This place, whatever it was, had connections to the rebellion. They knew Wolf.
“I don’t know where you heard that name–” he started and my patience broke.
