I groaned low, my head arching back. “Yes…”
He growled quietly, agreeing without words.
I wrapped my legs around his waist and dug my fingers into his hair, bringing his face down to mine to kiss those delectable lips.
Ba-boom. Ba-boom. Ba-boom.
I jerked his head back. Stopped his movements.
He merely bit his bottom lip and stared at me.
Ba-boom. Ba-boom. Ba-boom.
I blinked, oh so, slowly. “Well, fuck.”
Our hearts were beating in unison.
Soul mates we may not be, but we were compatible mates. If we wished it. Hearts only beat as one during sex if we were magically compatible.
His hips started moving again. A black brow arched, his words arrogant and amused, “It’s never happened to you before?”
Breathless, I shook my head, listening to our hearts and drowning in the push of his cock thrusting inside of me. “No, it never has.” My brows furrowed as I gazed up at him. “What about you?”
With a soft thrust inside me, watching as my breath caught, he reprimanded delicately, “I’m old, Gwen.” His tone had tempered—a truly caring, and not just a polite, side he hadn’t shown me yet.
My cheeks instantly flushed more than they were from exertion, embarrassed for even asking something so ridiculous. Of course, he had. Older vampires had it happen to them a few times in their lifetime.
He’d probably had it happen ten times more.
“Little one…” Bel’s lips curved into a charming smile meant to pull me from my thoughts. The man always knew what to say. He teased, “Try to focus. I’m about to screw you senseless.”
I choked on a laugh.
And then all hell broke loose.
Or the walls did.
My eyes slammed from side-to-side…
Bel stopped moving, and his forehead thumped down onto mine. With eyes closed, he grumbled quietly, “I didn’t notice the time. Dammit.”
“What is that?” I asked innocently, trying not to freak out, as I pointed to the cave walls now covered in stainless steel. It had come from the ceiling, clinking and rolling down all the way to the floor. The entire room now encased in the steel, the only area still open was the door to the bathroom and the fireplace.
He groaned and tipped his head side-to-side slightly, his forehead rubbing against mine. “It’s my new security system for my room.”
I cleared my throat. “So it’s supposed to be there?”
“Yes, of course.” His eyes opened again and held my gaze. “The bad news? You won’t be able to leave until the morning.”
“Oh.” My brows puckered. “Wait. What?”
“No one can enter or exit—without an alarm sounding—while the walls are down. Guards will rush to the hallways, other Overlords contacted—it’ll be a damn disaster.”
I stared, flabbergasted. “You can’t even leave?”
“No. I’ve earned my privacy after this many years. I have no reason to unless there’s a true emergency. I’ll be phoned if that happens and can hit the code to raise the walls—and an alarm will sound.”
I still eyed him. “That’s a flaw you should probably get fixed.”
