Chapter Thirty-Three
Eagle
“I think I’m late,” Autumn called out, her voice carrying across the room.
Sheathing a blade at my hip, I turned around just in time to see her step out of the plastic bin we considered a bathtub. Naked, dripping wet, and shivering, she bent down and snatched up a T-shirt turned rag to wrap around herself.
She was late. It was midday and she should have been at the doctor’s office hours ago, but she’d fallen asleep after sex and instead of waking her, I’d just watched her. I’d been watching her ever since. Even now, I couldn’t take my eyes off her as she struggled, nearly tripping over her own two feet attempting to pull her clothing on over her damp body.
Her damn beautiful body. Her beautiful face. My eagle branded onto her skin.
“Shit,” I muttered, and turned away from her. Gripping the edge of a nearby table, I bowed my head. This was brand new territory for me. Never mind that everything I’d done since finding her had been out of character; the feelings I had now were even worse.
“Is it weird that I hate feeling clean?”
I glanced up.
Standing next to me, fully dressed with her wet hair plastered to the sides of her face, she wrinkled her nose. “It makes me feel ... naked.”
Without warning, I snatched her. I just reached out and pulled her beneath me, forcing her to bend backward over the table. Trapping her there with my hips, I cupped her cheek and ran the pad of my thumb roughly over her bottom lip, pulling open her mouth. “I like you naked,” I muttered, and dipped my head.
Up until this morning, sex had been a weapon. Like everything else in my life for the past four years, it had been nothing more than a violent and necessary release or a tool, a means to achieve something else.
This wasn’t that. This was something else altogether. And if she ran again, if she tried to leave, I was going to—
I didn’t know what the fuck I would do, but whatever it was, it wouldn’t be good for anyone involved.
Lifting her, I set her up on top of the table and, gripping her thighs, pulled her tightly against my hips. One hand holding the back of her head, I kissed her again, all tongue and no lips, mimicking what my body was growing hungry for.
I pressed against her, rubbing her through our clothing, feeling her pulse in her pussy beating against my dick. Feeling completely out of my goddamn mind, I fumbled with the hem of her shirt, breaking our kiss just long enough to rip it off over her head. Then I did the same with her pants, jerking her around as I yanked them down her legs.
“Wait,” she mumbled, and pushed against my chest.
Forgoing her mouth, I latched onto her neck. “No,” I growled, biting down as I struggled with the zipper on my jeans. Freeing myself, I pressed against her, pushing.
“No,” she said, half moaning. “Wait.”
Raising my head, I glared down at her. “What?”
“The door,” she whispered, breathing hard. “Someone’s knocking.”
I paused and finally heard it, a distinct tapping against the metal.
“Fuck off!” I shouted.
“It’s Alice!” was the muffled reply.
Autumn’s eyes widened. “I have to go,” she whispered, her cheeks reddening.
“Not a chance in hell.”
Moving from her thighs to her knees, I yanked hard, sending her sprawling flat on her back amid a pile of weapons. “Say yes,” I demanded as I loomed over her.
Her bottom lip disappeared beneath her teeth as she nodded. “Yes,” she whispered.
Looking down between us, I positioned myself and pushed, my gaze lifting and meeting hers as I slid inside.
Her breath left her in a pained rush of air, and her eyelids fluttered. She was wet, tight, and probably sore, but she felt fucking perfect.
