When she reaches for the left, I say, “No. Just that one.”Just in case.
She looks out the window like she’s just remembered where we are and then nods. It’s all I need to help her move.
I pull her over the console and into my lap, and my cock strains against my pants.
“You’re going to get messy,” she says, but she doesn’t object as I press my fingers back into her
She rocks and rides my fingers like they’re my cock, and I groan against her hair as heat pulses through my cock. My cockhead is heavy and tight with the pressure of my need for her.
Holding my hand like this is going to fuck up my wrist, but I don’t care. Sheneedsto come. I can ice it when we get home.
Three fingers deep in her, with her hands on my shoulders and my other on her neck, my fingers tangled in her hair, my thumb stroking her jaw… I watch the perfection of her face as it shifts through pain and pleasure.
Arc called her “koah”… she thought he mispronounced koala… she doesn’t know it means “gift.”
I hope to all the saints he’s right.
“Come for me. Take what you need.” Gripping the back of her neck, I draw her face to mine. I kiss her the way I’ve wanted to from the start.
I kiss her like sheisours. I kiss her like there’s no possible future where she leaves us. And I kiss her like I love her… because I already know that I do. That is an unavoidable future.
Her body moves on me like her orgasm is her only hope for survival and when it hits… it holds every possibility of killing me.
I watch in awe as it courses through her.
She cries out, squirming as she keens, until her whole body tenses and twitches and she drops forward, pressing against me like she can’t hold herself up anymore.
“Holy shit.”
When I slip my fingers from her, there are no surprises attached this time.
“I’m sorry,” she whispers the words against my neck, and I pull back from her, meeting her eyes as I suck her orgasm from my fingers.
“Don’t be.”
When her gaze drops to my groin and the bulge I know is there, I say, “I’ll be fine. I promise.”
CHAPTER
FOUR
RISK
Snow crunchesunder my boots as I walk from my bike to the place where Fault prepares the carcass.
His movements have changed since I first arrived. He’s slower. He doesn’t want to spook me.
Fault is the scariest of us. But that’s just because he’s big… bigger than any other Sian man I’ve heard of, let alone met.
Most of the women at Margot’s are terrified of him. Half of the men, too.
But I’m not.
“You didn’t need to come,” he says, not irritated, just stating fact.
“I know.”
It’s Kilo’s day off, so our patrol area and Fault’s have shifted together to fill the gap. And if an incursion pops up, I always like to come out. It gives me an excuse to check in on him.
