He gritted his teeth against the loss of her exquisite mouth on him, but being inside her would be better. With her back to him, he guided her onto his shaft and groaned when she fit perfectly around him. Running his hand down her back, he reveled the delicate feel of her skin as she leaned forward.
Strands of her hair tickled his legs as she gripped his calves and thrust against him. Gripping her hips, he guided her faster and faster until she cried out and her muscles clenched around him. His back bowed as a shout tore from him, and his seed spilled within her.
Elyse slumped forward as her muscles went weak and exhaustion claimed her. Keeping his hands on her hips, Saxon guided her until her back was flush against his chest, and he enclosed his arms around her.
She stared at the ceiling as she tried to get her racing heart under control. It was time to tell him. If she didn’t do it now, she never would, and he deserved the truth. He’d done everything to keep her safe from everyone, including his friends; it was time he learned what he was protecting. She couldn’t continue to put him at risk by keeping him in the dark.
“Saxon?”
“Hmm?” he murmured. The silken waves of her chocolate-colored hair fell around them, and he brushed back a strand.
“Do you remember when you said you would help me find my dad, but didn’t know how to locate him?”
His brow furrowed. “Yes.”
It was now or never. “I can locate him.”
“I’m sure you think you—”
“No,” she interrupted. “Icanfind him.”
Saxon studied the grim resolve on her face as unease churned in his belly. He suspected she was finally going to reveal why the Savages imprisoned her.
“How?” he asked.
Elyse realized he was still inside her and shifted so she slid off his chest and onto the bed. Sitting up, she drew the comforter up to her chest as he pulled himself up in the bed to lean against the headboard.
“Through his blood,” she said.
“I don’t understand.”
“I can find anyone if I’ve come into contact with their blood.”
Saxon suddenly understood her aversion to blood as the uneasiness in his stomach grew. He recalled the mole they suspected in their midst; the mole they believed had alerted the Savages to Simone and Killean’s location when Joseph was hunting them. There was no way Elyse could have come into contact with Simone or Killean’s blood; unless….
Simone had been turned, andJosephturned her.
“Can you find a turned vampire through the blood of the vampire who created them?” he asked.
Elyse gulped; she’d been afraid Saxon or one of his friends was affected by what she could do. This question almost confirmed one of them had. She never should have taken this chance. She should have kept her mouth shut and snuck away the first chance she got.
She’d never get her father free on her own, but she should have tried because, after this, Saxon might open the door and kick her out… if he didn’t kill her first.
But she’d come this far, and there was no backing away now.
“Yes,” she said.
Saxon stared at her for so long that she began to wonder if he heard her. And then, finally, he spoke again.
“You’re the mole.”
Chapter Twenty-Three
Elyse didn’t knowwhat he was talking about or how to respond as Saxon cursed, threw back the blankets, and rose from the bed. His body was taut as a bowstring while he paced the room, looking more like a caged animal than a man.
Now it all makes a little more sense,Saxon realized. When Joseph died, Elyse lost her connection to him, and Simone, which was why no one located their compound when Simone came to live with them. No mole was working fromwithinto reveal their location; there was onlyElyse.
Because the Defenders were purebloods, who had only ever turned their mates, the Savages wouldn’t be able to use turned vamps to locate them. However, once they learned Joseph was working to create more Savages, they started bringing in turned vamps to help them fight, but they still didn’t have a whole lot of them. Eventually, the Savages would have stumbled across a vamp connected to one of their turned vamps and exposed them.
