“Ask me why I spend every spare moment at your side now, even though I’m the reason you’re here.”
Part of me is scared to know; the other part cares about nothing else but the answer. “Why?”
He tucks a loose lock of hair behind my ear and brushes his lips against mine. “Because I would slaughter an army of demons to keep from losing another person I would take a blade for. You want to know why I’m standing here? This doesn’t feel like a prison when I’m with you.”
This time, when tears spring to my eyes, I relish them because for the first time I know what it means to cry from something other than sadness or the beast that pounds against the walls.
I splay my hand over his chest. “Truth or dare, Lynx.”
“Dare.”
“Kiss me, and don’t ever stop.”
There’s no hesitation. The moment the last word falls from my lips, he takes my mouth with his, consuming me like I’m an essence that’ll bring him back to life. Any gentleness doesn’t last more than a handful of seconds. This is soul-consuming.
Lynx grips the back of my neck and angles my head to deepen the kiss, pushing his tongue into my mouth. Desire burns down my spine and coils my stomach tight enough to have me pushing my body against his in search of friction.
Hardness presses against me, and I roll against him, wishing more than anything that there weren’t any layers separating us.
He curses against me as a ragged moan builds at the back of my throat. All the hurt is gone. Every fucked-up memory, everyhorror to come, all of it leaves my mind. There’s only me and Lynx and the desperate exchange of our tongues.
“Say it again,” he rasps, fisting my hair then leaving a blazing trail of kisses down my jaw, stopping at the soft flesh beneath my ear. “Tell me you want me.”
I claw at his back to try and get him closer, even though there isn’t any space separating us. “I need you,” I choke when he sucks my tender skin into his mouth, then scrapes his teeth over the sensitive area.
A large hand gropes my ass, reaching down to my thighs, grabbing at me like I might disappear if he doesn’t hold on to me. He rips his shirt off and walks us backward—I don’t know where, or for how long. I can’t think. Hitting the wall is answer enough.
Whether it’s his doing or mine, I’m not sure, but my leg is suddenly wrapped around his waist. The warmth of his bare chest alone makes me moan.
In one fell swoop, my top is on the floor, and the cold air bites my heated skin. In the next breath, his lips are around my nipple, and his fingers are sliding up my thigh beneath my shorts, pushing aside my panties.
The slightest brush is enough to have me bucking. I’m not sure who groans louder, me or him. He pushes his fingers into me and curls them, hitting the spot that makes me fist his hair, and I hang on for dear life because my body wants to give out from the electricity bursting through my veins.
Lynx chuckles, moving back up to meet my mouth, then mutters against my lips, “You’re soaking my hand like you’re alive.”
The heel of his palm rubs my clit, and there’s no god that could stop the scream I let out. He thrusts into me at a relentless pace, hurtling me toward the end where that blinding light keeps growing brighter and brighter until it’s the only thing I know.
Moisture saturates the thin fabric of my panties and drips down my thighs. The sound of his fingers sliding against my wetness is nothing short of lewd. It’s in perfect harmony with every moan and hiccupped groan Lynx pulls from me.
He captures every ragged cry with his lips as if the sound will carry him through to the next life. He keeps kissing me the same way. Hungry, desperate, like he wants to consume not just taste.
I keep clawing at him, bucking my hips in time with his movements. At least I try to. There’s no rhythm to the roll of my body. I can’t decide whether I want to feel more of his fingers or the length of him rubbing against me in silent promise of what’s to come.
Ecstasy explodes in every corner of my being. If I wasn’t a ghost, the house would shake with the force of my cry as I sink my nails into his shoulders. Not even a Tor’Oth could yank me down from this high. Not even Lynx when he pulls his fingers out just to throw me onto the bed.
“That’s it, baby. Break my skin,” he groans.
Frustration at the sudden loss doesn’t get to form in my mind before he’s on me again, head bracketed between my thighs, sucking my clit into his mouth. My overly sensitive flesh screams at the sudden contact and melts at the same time.
I yelp when he pulls away to nip at my thigh, then tears the material of my shorts and panties. The sound of fabric ripping is loud enough to momentarily kick me out of my lust-addled stupor to really look at him.
Black has eaten up every hint of blue in his irises. Even in his human form, he looks more animal than man, staring at me like I’m his next meal and he plans on savoring every bite.
Wet beads of darkness line his back—evidence of the carnage caused by my nails. I don’t feel the slightest bit of remorse.
The dull glow of moonlight caresses the high points of his cheeks and the curve of his shoulders, brushing along his armsso they look larger than life, wrapped around my hips to hold me down.
He wets his bottom lip as he stares at the apex of my thighs. A flash of self-consciousness makes me squirm, but it’s quickly squashed by the deep, hoarse timber of his voice.
