He kissed her, taking her under, and she started to move against him. Hunger built inside her.
A loud knock on the door had them both jumping.
“Five minutes,” Klyde called out cheerfully.
“I’ll kill him,” Jasper said, pushing all the way inside her.
She cried out, digging her nails into his arms. Then, pleasure smothered the pain. So much she could barely breathe.
He slid out and then gently pushed back in, being so careful.
“I’m okay.” She slid her arms down his flanks to sink her nails into his butt. Live wires started uncoiling inside her as the mark on her lower back began to burn. “Don’t slow down.” If he ended up leaving before she reached that pinnacle, she would murder him.
He kissed her again and then pulled out, setting a hard, hammering rhythm that had the whole bed rocking.
A quick thought about contraception filtered through her head, but he’d told her last time that there was no contraception for immortals, and that it was incredibly difficult for most immortals to procreate.
Then she forgot all about reason.
Tingles started inside her, melding with the sparks. She climbed fast, and he let her until she finally fell over with a sharp cry. The explosions inside her were so intense she had to shut her eyes and let them take her away.
He powered inside her even stronger for much longer than five minutes. But nobody pounded on the door. Finally, his fangs dropped and sank into her neck, his body jerking with apowerful climax she could feel beneath her skin. He retracted them, having drunk her blood, and swiped his rough tongue across the wound to seal it.
Moments later, he stilled and looked down at her. Then he gently kissed her nose. “Stay in bed. I’ll be back soon. We’re nowhere near done.”
* * * *
Leah ignored his command and quickly dressed as Jasper did the same. She pushed her hair into some semblance of order and followed him into the hallway and down to the front door, her cheeks burning so badly they might stay red forever.
“Status?” Jasper barked.
Klyde glanced at his watch and then tossed a gun at his brother. “We just received notice that Wallace and Vester were spotted in a bar known to most immortals, a place called Burnt Tree on the outskirts of the city.”
Leah perked up. She was looking for a Wallace. It couldn’t be the same guy, could it?
Jasper tucked the gun at the back of his waist. “We don’t have anybody on this penthouse, do we?”
Dax shook his head. “No, all of our scouts are out, and most of our soldiers won’t arrive for another couple of hours. We don’t have anybody here.”
“That’s okay,” Leah said cheerfully. “You guys go ahead and complete your mission. I take it you need to meet with Wallace and Vester?”
“Yeah, meet,” Jasper said darkly. “That’s exactly what we need to do.”
This was working out far better than she’d imagined. She plastered on a smile and tried to ignore the fact that her inner thighs were whisker-burned, and everyone looking at her rightnow knew that. Or something close to it. “All right. I’ll do my work, and you do yours. We’ll meet up later.”
“I don’t think so,” Jasper said. “I’ll be right back.” He lowered his body and tossed her over his shoulder, leaving her staring down at a myriad of smashed toys as he walked farther into the penthouse. He opened a door, and she suddenly flew across the room to land on the now very messy bed.
The decidedly feminine room smelled like cinnamon, and a welcome basket overflowed on the dresser near the marble-filled bathroom, complete with a wide tub she could see from her perch. How had she not noticed those before? Oh, yeah. She’d been too busy reaching a couple of orgasms.
“Stop carrying me places, damn it,” she said, her heart rate kicking into high gear. Just being in his presence made her sensitized skin feel stretched too tight. Adrenaline and a boatload of pheromones overtook her body. She cleared her throat to sound normal. “Really, Jasper. Go get your work done. Obviously, you have a meeting.”
“I have more than a meeting.” He reached into his back pocket and drew out what appeared to be zip ties.
She tried to scoot back on the bed, but he grabbed her ankle before she could move. His touch spiraled through her, peaking her nipples and increasing her breath. She should be satiated, but she wasn’t even close. They couldn’t be in such close proximity. Her system couldn’t take it. Need lowered her voice. “Why do you have zip ties?”
“For this.” He quickly shoved one loop over her left wrist and then finished with her right, drawing them tight. His voice sounded gravelly.
“Hey,” she said, trying to ignore her suddenly damp panties. “That hurts.”
