She wrapped her fingers around the base of his cock and sucked hard on the head. Heath’s body trembled, and she kept going. There was nothing she wanted more than to taste him as he found his release down her throat. To have him give into his desires and take her viciously. She wanted this, wanted to gift him for sharing his love.
For choosing her.
Heath roared above her, his hips jerking helplessly. Asherah swallowed everything he gave, craving the salty muskiness even more with each swallow. When he was spent, he gripped her under her arms and yanked her up the bed until she was on her side, her ass against his stiff cock, and she leaned her head back on his shoulder.
“Take me,” she whispered, and was thankful she did not have to ask again. He wrapped his arm around her waist and sank into her.
It was like coming home. He’d saved her, fought for her, and didn’t stop until he had her. Whatever they faced, she knew she could trust him to face it at her side. Emotions welled up within her, sending her heart pounding.
She intertwined their fingers on the bed and rocked with him.
Feel my love.
Her lips glided over his arm as he blanketed her. Heath turned her head and captured her mouth, palming her breasts and tweaking her nipples. Asherah moaned, slamming her body into his. He was so hard, so thick, deep inside her. She could not imagine letting anyone take her the way he was. No one.
Ever.
“Harder, Heath,” she urged, and he obliged.
He pulled away from her and adjusted them before sitting on his knees behind her. Pushing her chest to the bed, he angled her hips so he could slide home. She screamed underneath him, but he pushed her harder. He jerked her back to meet every one of his punishing thrusts. Over and over again, he surged into her heat until she was tightening, holding him like a vise.
Asherah froze, her pussy tensing for a moment, and then she came apart in his arms. She yelled, fingers twisting into the covers under her as her core milked him. Heath surged, once, twice, a third time, and exploded with her.
This was heaven. This was the afterlife she had always wanted. Right here, with Heath. Right here.
“I love you. More than my life,” she cried out.
“We’ll face Skuld, and when we do, we will win.”
She could trust him, believe he was telling the truth.
She had to because Skuld was coming, and they had better be prepared.
Epilogue
“Who are you?”
Heath swallowed, unsure of what to say. In the time he’d been away, somehow, Lorenzo had grown into a man. His navy suit was cut to his form, showing off his broad shoulders, and when Lorenzo let go of the open door to his house, Heath had no doubt Lorenzo was prepared to grip his gun and fire.
“Damn, thought you’d know me.”
Lorenzo blinked. “What the fuck?”
Heath hadn’t used his glamour. No, he’d come to his former friend as he truly was, the Unseelie male who’d made so many mistakes but had finally found a way to feel whole.
Heath tucked his hands in the pockets of his black jeans and shrugged his shoulders. The white t-shirt was a nice touch. A bit of who he used to be. The style he’d always favored when running the streets of Encantado acting like he was nearly eighty years younger than his true age.
It was foolish, stupid, and immature. But the bonds he’d made with Cin and Lorenzo had been real. Hell, he’d gotten a chance to take back the youth he never had.
Heath shook his head. “Man, this is fucked.”
He wasn’t prepared for Lorenzo’s fist plastered against his jaw. The bastard can pack a punch. He was more aware of the next pointed jab and ducked out of the way.
“Heath?”
“In the flesh.”
“Motherfucker.
