“For Hecara’s sake, Ronan,” she growled, her hands reaching up to grab my horns. “I don’t give a shit about your Magik, or your designation. This is aboutyou. I want to fuckyou. And if you don’t want me, tell me now before—”
My mouth crashed into hers and I yanked hard on the recline lever, taking her down with me as I fell back and gave us more room.
She leaned forward to keep her chest flush with mine, her tongue quickly darting into my mouth. I matched her energy but let her take the lead.
Her hips continued to grind on my lap, and I moved my hands up and down her thighs, my fingers grazing against the thin layer of underwear that was growing increasingly wetter by the second. She moaned when my thumb gently brushed her clit, breaking the kiss and looking up, exposing the slim, marred column of her neck.
A wide, raised scar drew my attention, reminding me of the dream I’d had where she’d burned her skin. Had that been real?
I kissed the spot, and she shuddered above me, releasing the sweetest whimper I’d ever heard in my life.
My cock was really straining against my pants now, painfully so, and yet I wanted her to be the one to release me. She was calling the shots.
But I still needed this just as badly.
“Can I take your shirt off?” I asked, hating the barrier of fabric that was keeping me from feeling and looking at every perfect inch of her.
She grabbed the hem of the oversized tee and pulled it over her head, revealing more bite marks and a long surgical scar. I ran my tongue over it, holding her waist to keep her close.
Her hands roamed up and down my chest, fingers gripping the cotton of my own shirt, sliding their way underneath to touch my skin.
“You’re so warm,” she sighed with a smile.
My lips found their way back to her neck and I chuckled. “You know, you could just call me hot.”
She giggled, reaching behind her to unhook her bra. I immediately withdrew my attention from her neck and latched onto one of her hardened, pink nipples, sucking and grazing the skin with my teeth. I kneaded the other in my hand, loving the way it fit in my palm—not too big, not too small.
She took my chin and gently pried me away, taking my lips for another kiss. I could feel her smile, feel her happiness, her arousal. The perfume of it filled the small space of my car, and I wondered how I’d ever be able to sit in here again without thinking about her, without replaying this moment over and over again.
This was going to wreck me, but not fucking her would wreck me worse.
And I supposed she was feeling the same. Her hands finally wound their way down to the waist of my jeans, struggling with the button.
I lifted her slightly to give me a little room, then helped her finish the job, sliding them off my hips as far as I could. She immediately grabbed me through my underwear, and I hissed in pleasure.
“More,” I begged. “Please, touch me more.”
Supporting herself on her knees and with one hand now grabbing my horn to kiss me, the other reached between her legs and she continued stroking my dick, and I couldn’t keep my hips from starting to buck, to meet her tempo with a desperate one of my own.
She laughed against my lips at my eagerness, breaking the kiss to whisper in my ear, “I—”
A loud knock on the window had her screaming and me grabbing her tightly, covering her naked chest from view.
“Ronan! What the fuck? Get out here,now!”
Garrick stood outside my car, looking angrier than I’d ever seen him before. But not nearly as angry as I was.
He’d interrupted us. He’d scared Sage. What had he seen of her body?
I roared in frustration, helping her get her shirt back on and settled back in her seat before opening my door, pulling my pants back up as I stomped towards Garrick. I grabbed him by the collar of his shirt and growled in his face. “How dare you—”
He shoved me back, poking a finger in my chest. “No, how dareyou? The first thing I told you when I hired you, the number one rule, was don’t get close to the bounties. That includes fucking them!”
I pushed his hand away. “You don’t understand. She’s not a thief. The Premier had her locked up for years, torturing her!”
Garrick snorted and rolled his eyes. “Oh, for Vorrak’s sake, quit thinking with your cock for a minute. Of course she’d give you some sob story about how she was just a victim in all of this. Every bounty is always lying and bargaining. You know that! And now you’re ready to throw your life away for one night of witch omega cunt?”
I growled, cocking back my fist. “Don’t you fucking talk about my—”
