He leaned to the side, and she helped him tug his shirt over his head. Then he kicked his jeans to the ground. Wait. He had to make sure. “Ginny.”
She grabbed his head and pulled him back down, her mouth seeking his.
“Wait,” he said, grasping her hands and pressing them on either side of her head. “I have to know. You need to say it.”
She blinked, her blue eyes dark pools of need. “Yes, Theo. To the mating. Not just to live, either. I want you.”
He’d wanted her for centuries, and he’d never thought he’d hear those words from her. Not really. There were so many words and promises he wanted to give to her, but she widened her legs, and he could feel her heat. “You like being spanked.”
Fire flashed in those eyes. “I most certainly do not.”
That brogue in such a classy voice nearly made him come right then and there. He kissed her hard, forcing his body to relax as he brushed the bra off her arms. “You’re lying to yourself if you believe that. Regardless, you should probably behave from now on,” he said, his mouth against the pounding pulse in her neck.
“Not a chance,” she breathed, arching into his body. Then she paused. “Wait a minute.”
Hell, no. But he levered up, letting his bare chest rub against her hardened nipples. God, she was fucking amazing. “What?”
She writhed against him, somehow frowning. “I may be a fugitive. I don’t want you in trouble with the Realm just because of me.”
The woman was worried about him? His heart did a long roll, and his cock pulsed against her core. She was so warm and wet. “I won’t let you go to jail, sweetheart.”
Her light eyebrows arched. “Oh, I can get out of any jail. I was just worried you’d go to war or something.”
Get out of jail? She looked intrigued…not frightened. His gaze narrowed. “You are not going to jail or breaking out of jail.” It’d take a millennium to figure her out. Three of them to tame her. Good damn thing he was immortal. “Get that out of your head right now.”
Her pout was cute and sexy at the same time. God, he wanted to bind her to him forever. He’d figure out why and what to do with her later. Right now, his fangs ached with the need to take a bite. He let them slide down.
Her eyes widened, and she stilled beneath him. “I’ve never been bitten before. By anybody.” She swallowed.
“Get used to it.” He scraped along her jugular, adding pressure but not harming her. Grinning, he licked across her neck and kissed her collarbone, heading down to her amazing breasts.
She hitched her breath.
He licked her, nipping and sucking, careful to keep his fangs from harming her. The threat was there, and she held still. He flicked a nipple, enjoying her startled gasp. “I’ve waited so long to touch you.” To think he’d almost lost her. What if Saul had pressed the button? Theo kept kissing his way down her torso, wanting nothing more than to taste her again. He had to get the mating process going to protect her in case Saul did give her too much planekite. No matter what.
Her legs trembled when he reached her core, and he slid his fangs in one inner thigh.
She cried out, the sound surprised and full of pleasure. “Shouldn’t that hurt more?” she gasped, her nails raking the bedclothes.
He pulled them out, licking the wound closed. “They’re too sharp for you to feel the pain.” Unless he wanted to cause pain. That was a different matter. Then he licked along her slit, kissing her clit. He could spend all fucking year doing this. Licking her, making her squirm, listening to the sounds of pleasure she made.
His chest felt full, and the beast inside him, the one deep down, reared awake. Ready to possess and claim. But he needed her ready, because he was past being gentle. So he slid two fingers into her heat, twisting them, enjoying the arch of her against him. He sucked her clit into his mouth, not making her wait. She detonated, his name tumbling from her lips as she rode out the waves he tried to prolong.
Now that was sweet. His name from her. He’d waited a lifetime to hear that.
Maneuvering up, he kissed and licked, his body on fire for her. His cock throbbed like he’d been punched, and he needed to be inside her now.
He kissed her, and she ran her hands down his sides, pausing at the contusions still there. “Theo.”
“Broken ribs,” he confirmed. “House blew up.”
She pushed his hair back, her eyes satisfied. “I’m so sorry. I wonder how he knew.”
“Your anklet,” Theo whispered right against her ear and then moved to pepper her jawline with kisses. “We think it broadcasts. He could hear us talking earlier.” He kept his voice quiet enough that Saul couldn’t hear.
“Oh.” She kissed his forehead and then paused. Her body went wooden board stiff. “Wait a minute.”
Fuck. He shouldn’t have said anything.
