He impatience matched his own, but first… He licked. Feasted on her honeyed bounty. Flicked and sucked on her clit, until she arched and tried to scream, only she lacked breath.
But he felt her climax and continued to lick, keeping her pleasure on the edge, waiting until she whimpered with need.
Only then did he shove at his pants and cover her body with his own. Her arms laced around his neck, and she drew him down for a kiss. A hot embrace with tongue.
The tip of him poked at her sex, and she shifted her hips to invite him in before her legs wrapped around his waist, locking him in place, drawing him deep, bringing a gasp to his lips as the heat and tightness of her sheathed his cock.
He began to grind against her, a swirling motion that pushed deep and drew a stuttered cry from Leila. The kiss ceased aspleasure distracted. Her nails dug into his back, urging him. He thrust, and she tightened. He rolled his hips and felt her channel quiver.
Their bodies moved together, and just when he thought he might lose it, she came, a rippling, squeezing of flesh that had him shouting as he climaxed.
The intensity of it insane.
The perfection unimaginable.
His love… definitely not in doubt.
He collapsed beside her but drew her close, wanting that intimate connection.
She sighed. “That was amazing.”
“Agreed.”
“Although…”
He stiffened. “What? Did I do something wrong?”
She laughed. “Oh no, you did everything right, but the scientist in me thinks we might have to do a repeat. You know, just to make sure the results are always the same.”
He chuckled. “I don’t think that will be a problem.”
They made love again, and it was just as good the second time.
And the third.
They did get some sleep, eventually, and were basking in the afterglow of their fourth intimate encounter when the sun rose, the rays bathing the room.
Magnificent. And he didn’t mean the spreading colors in the sky but the woman in his arms.
He got four days of bliss—interspersed with training—before duty called.
CHAPTER 18
A nervous Leilastood outside Tower watching as, one by one, the Zodiac Warriors seated themselves in the sandbox—which contained fine grains with no discernible special properties she could uncover—and drew the calculations that would take them directly to Toronto. As a warrior departed, the next took their place, usually only needing to do a slight cleanup of the sigils that got scuffed.
Leila had never seen all the Zodiacs gathered before, and it proved impressive. They’d dressed for battle in black combat fatigues and steel-toed boots, wearing bandoliers with extra ammo to go with the semi-automatic weapons they all carried—which Grayson had recently practiced with and enjoyed. They all bore swords or long daggers, sheathed down the backs or hanging by their hips. Holstered at their waists, spray bottles containing some of the poison water, with the exception of Pisces, who chose to bring a bright-colored water gun.
The speech Aries gave before they began beaming away had been inspiring but also grim.
“At two a.m., the tankers full of the toxic fluid will begin dumping their loads into the sewer system. At the same time, the sprinkler system in the subways will go off, coating the tunnels.Any aliens that come in contact with the poison will die. Expect them to panic and surge from the underground like rats. Which is where we come in. Our task is to handle any that try to escape the toxic net. Given the size of the city, and the fact we are only thirteen, I passed along a tip to my inside man with the Canadian military. He’s going to make sure we have some extra help. There will be soldiers combing the streets with us. Try to avoid notice if possible.”
“The public has been warned to stay out of the sewers, I assume?” asked Scorpio.
“Yes. I made my contact aware we found a way to stop the aliens, that it came with risks to humans, but given the scope of the problem, we had little choice. We’ve done our best to minimize possible casualties. The subway line will shut down early, and all staff, including overnight maintenance and security, have been sent home.”
“There’s a lot of sewer grates and manholes in Toronto. Don’t suppose we have any clue which ones are most likely to spit out aliens?” The bulky Leo had torn the sleeves from his shirt, revealing bulging arms.
“They don’t seem to be consistent on where they emerge and will likely be in a rabid frenzy once they realize staying underground is deadly, which is why we’ll have eyes in the skies advising us where to go. As you’re aware, we’ve set up a command post.” Aries glanced over at Leila, standing alongside several other women, partners to these brave men. “They will control the drones and relay what they see. Make sure you don’t remove the earpieces, or you might miss the coordinates for a sighting. I know we usually don’t rely on technology to hunt, but given the threat, we have to be thorough. If even a single alien escapes, then this will be for naught.”
