He turned to her, as if hearing her thoughts. “It’s better than I thought. At least here we won’t have the shifters breathing down our necks and trying to kill me.”
“Are we really safe?”
Heath sighed. “As safe as we could be. Staying with Kalinda will afford us some protection, and maybe I can right my wrong one day.” He snorted. “Or they’ll kill me first. One or the other.”
“Then we had better enjoy it while we can. I’ve lived a hundred and twenty-five years in captivity. I do not want to be trapped anymore.”
“We don’t have to be.”
His warm hand caressed her cheek, and she leaned into his palm. Just his touch set her on fire.
“If you want, we can run. We don’t have to stay.”
The fact he would even give her an option meant the world to her. He would leave, sacrifice his chance at finally being among his people. She knew, from his memories, there was a male here, Lorenzo, who meant a great deal.
They also knew what the stakes were if they left. Still, he did not flinch.
Asherah lifted her chin. “I will stay with you and fight, for however long it takes.”
“I never thought I’d have a chance to have you. That I’d ever feel this way.”
“And what way is that, Heath?”
“Let me show you.”
He grasped her arm with rough hands and wrenched her against him. When she opened her mouth on a gasp, he covered her lips with his. Everything in her sang. She could taste him, feel the heat of his body under her hands.
He walked them both to the bed, grabbing her hands and pinning them to her back.
“I love you,” he whispered against her mouth. “Fuck me, but I can’t get enough of you.”
He kissed her again, stopping her response, and her body went pliant in his arms. She moaned, and he released her hands. The weight of his body inflamed her as he lifted her into his arms, and she wound her arms around his neck.
They fell onto the bed together. He was frantic to have her, pulling her clothes from her body. He ripped his shirt from his chest, kicked his boots off his feet, and tore off his pants. In minutes they were skin to skin, desire washing over her as his tongue laved the inside of her mouth.
Her teeth, sharp daggers of pleasure, scored her tongue, and he bit at her lips. Asherah twisted and turned beneath him until he rested between her legs. He lifted one of her knees, opening her wider to him. One hand braced to the bed, he rose off her slowly.
“Put me in,” he urged her.
Her hands gripped the heated skin of his cock, dancing over the flesh with featherlight strokes. She loved the feel of him, the power he commanded. Heath bit his lip as she stroked him.
She did not want to rush to put him inside her. Instead, she pumped his cock from root to tip as she scooted down on the bed. There was no flavor like her Fate, and she wanted to taste him again.
Asherah used her tongue to glide over the crown of his cock, and Heath exhaled roughly. He bunched the bedspread with tight fingers, forcing his palms to take his weight.
When he looked at her, she captured his gaze with hers, and knowing he watched her take him in and out of her mouth layered a new level on this action.
“Gods!” he cried, sinking to his knees on the bed.
Hollowing her cheeks to pull on him tighter, she placed a hand on his thigh and used it to help her lift up slightly. She engulfed his cock nearly to the base, and he moaned. Over and over, her head bobbed, and he hissed his pleasure.
He stretched her jaw, hitting the back of her throat.
“Fuck, just like that, baby. Deeper. Harder.”
Asherah did as he commanded. The edges of her teeth lightly grazed him and she used her sharp fangs as a counterpoint. Her hand left his thigh to palm his balls and roll them in her fingers. She wanted him to lose his mind, to go wild as she had before. She pulled his heavy sac from his body and swallowed his cock again.
“Yes!” he urged, pumping faster.
