She pushed him hard enough that he rolled off her, and then she bounded to stand. Her breasts bobbed, and panic filled her face. “He canhearus? Right now?” she mouthed silently, gesturing wildly.
Damn it. Theo stood, facing her down. “Yes,” he mouthed just as silently. It didn’t matter. This was going to happen, and right now, in order to protect her. It was the only way he could possibly keep her safe before the next mission. One they both had to go on. “Come here, Ginny.”
* * * *
Oh, bloody to the hell and no. Ginny backed away, the offensive anklet feeling like it weighed a hundred pounds. Her body was flush with desire, even now, but this couldsonot happen. She held up a hand to ward off Theo.
Naked and fully aroused, he looked like an avenging god standing between her and the door. “Ginny.”
The way he said her name—patience and determination and possession all rolled into two syllables. “No,” she whispered, not willing to speak any louder, although if the damn thing could hear her, it probably could make out the slightest of sounds. God. She’d just orgasmed.Loudly.
As if reading her mind, Theo smiled, his fangs still showing. “You can scream my name as loud as you like for the world to hear,” he mouthed, very clearly.
Heat flared into her face. She wanted to shush him, but he’d probably start talking louder so Saul could hear. Her clothes were on the floor, and she edged toward them.
“No,” Theo said softly.
Why did that low voice send butterflies winging through her abdomen? The brand on her palm ached with the need to mark him, and her entire wrist was starting to hurt. She’d have to take the pain until she could get the anklet off. She pantomimed that they needed to get it off by pointing to it.
“After,” he mouthed clearly.
She gulped.
“Ginny.” He let his voice raise this time.
She panicked and waved her arms to shut him up. Saul wouldn’t know what they were talking about. Well, he’d probably know, but he didn’t know that they knew that he could hear. She shook her head. This was crazy.
Theo watched her, his gaze nearly physical. “Get back on the bed, Ginny.”
Her sex clenched. Why in the thunder of the gods did that order, said in the gruff voice, turn her insides into lava? She went with her strengths and batted her eyes, fanning her face. “Theo? I need a moment. Please.”
“No.”
She coughed. No? He’d saidno? She fanned harder, letting her body sway.
“Oh, knock it off. Get your ass on the bed or I’m going to put it there,” he said, his gaze implacable.
She lost the act and glared. Why the hell couldn’t she fool him? And now Saul knew full on that they were arguing about sex. She put her hands on her hips.
“That’s better,” Theo said, his chin lifting. His torso was wide and muscled, and his cock… Well, now. Hard, thick, and full. Apparently he had no problem standing there in the nude. Why would he? “Now, Ginny.”
She only had one chance. Bunching her legs, she leaped for the door. He caught her around the waist, spinning her around and over the edge of the bed. She tried to stand, but he held her in place, her face to the bedspread, her feet on the plush carpet, her butt vulnerable to the vampire. Then he reached between her legs, his thumbnail scraping her clit.
Nerves fired, sending electricity through her. She was so primed and ready. Her body moved against him, shutting out her brain. He rubbed her, his talented fingers knowing just where to touch. How hard and how fast.
She bit her lip, pressing her mouth to the bed. No way would she make a sound. The hard slap of his other hand to her butt echoed through the room. Fire rushed through her, and she cried out. Another slap. This one she arched into. He lifted her all the way onto her hands and knees on the bed, his hand still working her, his body covering hers.
She rode his fingers, unable to stop. He kissed the back of her neck and reached around to pluck her nipples. Lord and saints, it was too much. He was everywhere, his mouth and fingers, his thighs and the hard press of his cock at her entrance.
He paused, and the world seemed to stop. “Ginny.” It wasn’t a question, but he still didn’t move.
“Aye,” she said, pushing back against him. Her body ruled. She wanted this, and she wanted him. All of him. “If you can catch me.” She lunged forward.
He instantly banded an arm around her waist, yanking her back toward him. Then he gently guided himself inside her, his arm solid as steel, taking his time as he took her completely. Pain accompanied his movements, followed by a pleasure so intense she had to shut her eyes. He was so big, he filled everything she’d ever be.
Yet he went slow, letting her body get accustomed to him. Or maybe making sure she understood this was a claiming of the most primitive type. There was nothing she could do but accept him.
On his terms.
