And none of them came back to life.
Leila fired off her findings in a message to Aries, who replied withThanks for letting me know. In even better news, I found a company that can mass produce the poison, and in a stroke of luck, they’re only a few hours outside of Toronto, meaning we can truck it in soon as it’s ready.
Grayson ended up sending a note of his own asking,What do you want me doing, boss?
The reply?Given your hectic start to the brotherhood, take a load off and relax. Soon as we have enough of the poison manufactured, we’ll be flooding the Toronto sewers and tunnels. It will likely flush some stragglers and the warriors will need to be nearby to handle them.
While some would have rejoiced at the order to relax, Grayson had never been one to be idle. He could have hit the training room, but he had a better idea.
“Oh, Leila,” he crooned, interrupting her typing.
“What?”
“Time to call it a day.”
To his surprise, she didn’t argue. “You might have a point.” She rose and stretched. “There’s really not much else to do, seeing as how every test shows the composition kills on contact.”
“And leaves no lasting damage to the star-blessed,” he stated, showing his arm. He’d not even needed to dust the part that got hit by the spray.
“I saw the boss gave you an order to relax. What will you do? You don’t seem like the type who can sit still for long.”
“As I recall, we still have a sunrise to see, meaning I might be convinced to lounge in bed.”
“Just lounge?” she teased.
“Well…”
“I’m not tired.” She laced her arms around his neck.
“Are you sure you’re ready, though?” Knowing how reluctant she’d been to be around people only a few days ago, and knowing her past, had him being more hesitant than usual.
“Never been surer of anything. Now, are you going to waste time talking or?—”
Her laughter rang out as he scooped over his shoulder and practically ran from the lab to her apartment across the hall.
Once inside her place, he slid her down his body. Her arms looped around his neck and dragged his head down for a kiss.
A kiss that set him on fire. He groaned as he wrapped his arms around her, lifting her so that she didn’t have to strain. Their mouths meshed, tasting and teasing, sensually sliding, parting, allowing their tongues to play.
Never before had a kiss aroused him to the point of throbbing need. He wanted nothing more than to tear off her clothes and sink into her. However, he wasn’t a boy who rushed, but a man who wanted the woman panting against his mouth to be writhing and moaning his name.
He sat on the edge of the bed and seated her in his lap, his hands finding the hem of her shirt and sliding under it, stroking the smooth flesh of her back. She proved to be more impatient, tugging at the fabric covering his chest, removing it so she might drag her fingertips over his pecs.
Her shirt came off next, revealing perfect peaches encased in a sports bra. A bra that hit the floor. He would have liked to spend more time admiring her breasts, but the way his mouth watered had him latching onto a pert nipple.
Leila cried and grabbed his hair, back arched, pushing her breast against his mouth. He tugged and sucked, drawing a peak into his mouth, teasing it until it poked hard. Then he lavished the same attention on the other.
Her pants of pleasure had him laying her down on the bed, his hands skimming her flesh as he removed her pants. Her sensible panties had to be the sexiest things ever, and when he stroked a hand over the fabric between her legs, her arousal had already made them damp.
Goddamn. He hungered for her. Needed her.
But first, he slowly dragged those panties down, and she watched him the entire time from half-closed eyes, her face beautiful with passion.
He ran a finger over her labia, spreading them, teasing her sex. Her honey wetted the tip of his fingers, and he couldn’t help but suck it. A teasing taste, as it turned out.
He knelt between her legs, and Leila whimpered when he blew hotly on her. Trembled. A glance at her face showed only need, no fear.
He could resist no longer. He put his mouth on her, nothing more, and yet her hips bucked. He chuckled, and she squirmed, panting, “I don’t know how much more teasing I can handle. It’s been a while for me.”
