She breathed him in, her nerves jumping.
“Or this?” He licked the sides of her mouth.
Her legs weakened, and her eyelids fluttered shut.
“Who will you dream about tonight?” Logan dove deep, his hand holding her face, keeping her where he wanted her. His mouth devoured her, stealing her thoughts.
Her mind shut down and she leaned into him. Heat flushed hard and fast through her, while her head spun, and her lips sparked from the energy of his—from the demand in his. The roughness of his kiss spurred her even higher. He dictated her feelings, her reactions, with no more than his mouth.
Any control she had he stole away, his easy domination creating a yearning she’d never experienced, much less imagined. Fire licked through her, whirling in a storm too powerful to tame.
She was a careful and thoughtful female—but the lure of the fire, of going to the edge—had always tempted her.
Likehetempted her.
Too much and too fast and too overwhelming.
But she kissed him back. Moving into his hard body, she slid her hands over the rigid strength in his chest to tangle in his hair. His body was a hard plate against her breasts, and she rubbed against him, her entire body fully alive for the first time in her life.
A sharp rap on the door had her jerking away.
Logan stared down at her, his mouth reddened, his eyes glittering with dark desire and intent.
She tried to breathe. She tried really hard, but her lungs shut down. Her body ached with a need to be filled, and she curled her nails into his chest.
“Kyllwood? We’ve got to go. Now,” Ivar ordered, his voice low through the door.
She blinked and released Logan, her body in an uncomfortable state of arousal. “Go?”
“We traced the call and think we’ve found Sam,” Logan said, his voice rougher than mixed gravel. Taking zip ties out of his back pocket, he grasped her wrists again. “I’m sorry.”
Chapter 19
The tac-vest was as familiar as his own skin. Logan stretched his arms out, his arousal finally dying down as they reached the grounds of the stone mansion overlooking the cliffs above the ocean. Electric energy signatures filled the misty night, making his nerves hum.
He took a deep breath and settled into fight mode. Fuck, he was tired. They’d gone from time zone to time zone too often, and he needed sleep. At least Mercy had caught some z’s a few times.
But he hadn’t. Sure, he’d been trained to go without sleep for long durations. But still. A couple of hours wouldn’t hurt.
After this mission. Damn, this mission. It didn’t feel right. He didn’t feel right. Without one of his brothers or Garrett at his back, he was off. Adare went to his left and Ivar around to the rear of the mansion. He wanted to trust them, but it wasn’t the same. Would it be after the ritual?
Or would he always feel alone in this new role?
Two guards covered the front entrance, their legs relaxed and their hands full of automatic weapons. Light green guns that no doubt harmed immortals. These two were his to take care of while his friends covered the back and side. Were they his friends?
God, he had to get out of his own fucking head. Images of Mercy after he’d kissed her kept crossing his vision. Her eyes had glowed a soft yellow, while her lips were a vibrant pink. Everything inside him wanted to return to her and finish what they’d started.
The mark on his hand pounded in agreement.
But after he’d tied her—again—she’d promised to eviscerate him, in a voice so full of anger that it shook. He couldn’t blame her. Much. But she had kidnapped him, so turnabout seemed to be fair. She hadn’t agreed.
He shook his head and shoved his thoughts away.Fight, kill, move, survive. He repeated the mantra in his head, moving silently through the mist past a series of bushes, his knife already in his hand.
These guys were the enemy, and they had his brother.
The litany played through his head as it had a thousand times during the last war.Fight, kill, move, survive. Zane had taught him the words during training that he thought he wouldn’t live through. But it had been necessary, and without it, he wouldn’t be alive today.
He crouched behind a prickly bush and waited for the signal.
