“Ely, no! This is too dangerous!”
He tried to step back, but she tightened her grip on his wrist. “Put your palms on the wall,” she ordered, ignoring his growl. His eyes narrowed. She rolled hers. “I’m not going to do anything you won’t like, you intractable male. This way, if the talons appear, I’ll be safe.”
She gripped his hot length with both hands, and he stiffened. And as she stroked him from root to tip a few times, spreading his precum, his jaw clenched. When she licked the crown, his hands at his sides fisted.
Finally, she ran her tongue along his length, tasting them both on his skin, and it spurred her on. This wasn’t about wanting to break his control but to give him pleasure, too.
She licked him like he was a decadent ice cream, then lapped the round head. His eyes blazed like an inferno as she took his cock into her mouth in increments, using her tongue and tightening her lips as she sucked and released, taking him deeper and deeper.
A groan escaped him. He slapped his palms on the wall when she retreated, dragging her mouth over his flesh to the rounded head. She started working him harder, faster, with firmer sucks.
And then he was moving his hips, thrusting in and out her mouth, and she fisted the inches she couldn’t quite reach. “Slow down, Ely! I’m gonna come!”
She squeezed his balls in response, ignoring his warning, and tightened her lips—
“Fuck!” He grabbed her braided ponytail, hauled her up, and came hard, squirting his warm release on her body for several long seconds, as if marking her.
Panting like there was no more oxygen in the room, he stared at her, eyes like the scorching sun, then dragged her to him, kissing her deeply…tenderly.
Nate lowered his forehead to hers. “You undo me, Ely. Every fucking time.” He swept her into his arms and strode to the bed, glancing at their cum-smeared bodies as he set her down. “I’ll be back. I made a mess of us both.”
He reappeared a moment later with two damp towels and sat at her side, draping one on his muscular thigh. But his eyebrows drew into a slight V, almost like he had something on his mind as he carefully cleaned her, not leaving a trace of him behind.
“I don’t mind wearing you,” she teased, trying to wipe away his somber expression, unease threading through her.
He dragged the towel between her thighs, but she took over and cleaned up, then dropped the used terry cloth on the floor. With the other, he gently wiped her unblemished skin where his talons had injured her, then he stroked her hips, fanning her desire again. And she panted.
“What is it?” he demanded. “Your temperature’s up?”
She bit her lip, then nodded.And I’m horny again,but she refrained from saying so, grateful the musk of their love-making still permeated the air. “I’m sorry.”
His jaw tensed. “Don’t be. Let me ease you—”
“No. My backpack’s in the kitchen. I have my potion there. It’ll aid me. You need to rest for tomorrow.”
The tic powered up on his clenched jaw. He didn’t say anything, just dropped the towel and flashed, returning with her backpack a moment later. She got out the pink potion, drank the last bit, and pushed the empty bottle into her bag.
Ely looked up as she dropped her bag on the floor and met his brooding stare.
“Come…” Ely grasped his hand and tugged him. “Lie down next to me.” She patted the mattress, moving to the center.
After several long seconds, he lowered her to the bed, his hard body aligning with hers. He stroked her spine, then, “Ely, there’s something I want to ask you.”
Wary now, she sat up, her gaze roaming his supine form. He appeared like some fallen angel, the dark pillow a perfect backdrop for his gorgeous face. “Sounds serious.”
He didn’t smile, just stared at her through those thickly lashed, fiery topaz eyes. “It is.”
She nodded, bracing herself for whatever was to come. And hoped it wasn’t anything grave or detrimental, like breaking up.
“Once we’re back on Earth, I’d like you to move in with me. Seeing you while you’re on patrol or the stolen hours at the cabin isn’t enough. I want to spend every waking minute with you.”
Her heart collided with her ribcage in a hard thump because it was the last thing she expected, but happiness spread like a warm light through her.
As immortal Guardians, they all lived in one place, under the radar, and out of sight from humans. At the garage, she’d be right in their midst, that is, if Michael didn’t have a coronary first when he learned of their relationship.
“I want that, too,” she said softly. “But let’s talk about this when we return to Earth, okay?”
Heck, she was probably in a shitload of trouble anyway for coming to this world without Michael knowing. But she was off duty, and what she did on her time off was her business. Right?
