She cried out quietly, and encouraged him, wanting him inside her, wanting him to know her like she knew him. She stared at the stars and Canyon entered her with a gentle thrust, kissing her neck. He was so big, filling her painfully at first.
“So big,” she moaned, holding him back. “Go slow.”
He stilled and kissed her, only the head of his cock inside her. He kissed her gently, sweetly even, and plied her nipple, lazily thumbing first one, then the other, then kissing them. He pulled out, making her reach for him, but he was already kissing his way down her body, down her thighs, down her knees.
“Sexy in the moonlight,” he growled.
Sage pulled him by the shoulders, maneuvering him up until she could reach his cock and guide him back to her. He didn’t thrust, only let her put it inside. She kissed him, thenground on him, pulling him deeper, feeling only pleasure now. He stayed relaxed and let her move him around, until she’d taken him fully, and then he took over.
He kissed her and set an easy rhythm, plying her lips and sucking on her tongue, spreading kisses across her collarbone and up the column of her neck to her ears. She sighed, pleasure building inside her, refusing to think about if they should be doing this or not.
Canyon pulled out and turned her on her belly.
He growled, long and low, then entered her gently, moving at a slow pace, until he was as deep as he could get. He withdrew, then thrust again, still growling.
Pleasure gripped Sage around her core with his slow, tormentingly sensual pace, roving her body with his mouth. She arched her back and writhed beneath him.
“Touch yourself,” he growled, guiding her fingers and pressing them against her. She was close to orgasm already, and she didn’t want to come yet, so she resisted him.
He released her hand, then caressed her clit expertly with his thumb. She stiffened as pleasure moved through her, unbidden.
***
Canyon thrust evenly, his eyes on Sage’s creamy skin, feeling her clench around his cock pleasurably. He palmed her hair into a thick ponytail and pulled it to the side, exposing her neck and shoulder, keeping his pace steady. He growled, feeling his canines lengthen. He fell on her, biting and growling and thrusting, blood flowing in his mouth, his orgasm merging with hers, her cries of pleasure loud in his ears.
Canyon shuddered, the last drops of his release wringing from him. He dropped onto his elbows, his body satisfied, his mind alarmed. His bite mark in Sage’s skin healed, then scabbed over in seconds, into a nondescript scar while Sage was still breathing heavily.
Canyon stared out the tent flap at the darkness.Had he made a mistake?He pulled out and laid next to Sage.
“If I messed up by biting you, I’ll ah—I’ll take responsibility. That was on me.”
She covered her hand with her mouth, twisting to look at him. “What?” she asked, her voice scared.
He shook his head, his eyes on the first pieces of brightening sky
“Wings come out when a One True Mate is claimed. There were no wings.”
Her eyes widened. “I’m not—?”
He shook his head almost imperceptibly.
88—Caravan to No Avail
Abigail sat with her hands folded, in the back seat of a police car. The sky was lightening fast and daylight was almost upon them. A dirtyvodvodsat next to her in the back. ‘Sally Sunshine’ sat up front and a dirtyvoddrove. There were morevodand mates in vehicles in front of them and behind them.
The only one Abigail cared about was ‘Sally Sunshine’. The female turned in her seat to stare at Abigail, projecting power at her. The power swarmed her, meaning to keep her from using her magic, but it was clear that ‘Sally Sunshine’ did not know how to control it, especially since they’d left ‘Biker Chick’ at the Templum. She wasn’t nearly as strong without her sister. Abigail tested the edges of the power and found it had started to unravel in places. The poor girl was weakening.
They followed Blue River Way until it met Twilight Boulevard, then curved right to follow it, taking a left at Renway Street, which dead-ended at the police station. The lead car turned into the parking lot and the other cars followed, parking in a line in front of a building.
A big male in uniform with a single gold bar on his shoulder—lieutenant rank—stepped out of the lead car. Another big male with two silver stars on his shoulder exited the building—Wade Lombard, a Citlali. He locked eyes with her from across the parking lot.
The lieutenant orderedvodout of cars and arranged them in a circle, then came to Abigail’s vehicle. He opened the back door. She looked at the ground, trying to appear meek, saying nothing.
His voice was gruff. “On your feet.”
She swung her legs out to the ground carefully. The bigvodput a hand under her arm and helped her to her feet, not roughly, then two othervodmoved in and took her elbows, directing her to the center of the circle.
Wade Lombard came to face her. She dropped her eyes.
