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Her lips tug into a smile, but it’s not entirely warm. There is a hint of sadness beneath it. “Clover. The girl who named me in the facility. I was crying in my cell. I was frustrated at the lack of control I had over my life, and I think I was missing something—I suppose it was you. Even though I didn’t remember you at that point, my heart and my body did.” She presses against me, soaking me in. “It was such a simple thing, but it was something that was only mine.”
I rub the blue between my fingers. “I like it. It suits you.”
“That’s a good thing, because I’m not sure how to remove it or change it. I don’t remember the spell she used.”
I capture her chin, using my finger to tip her head before I brush my lips over hers. I can’t get enough of her. I kiss her until I’m breathless, clinging desperately to her as I show her with actions, not words, how much I love her.
She smiles up at me when we break apart, her hands fisting my shirt.
“I don’t remember everything, but somewhere deep inside me, I know you protected me.”
“Not enough. For years, I got on with my life with Cade and my pack while you were drowning in that hellhole.” I press my forehead to hers. “Did they make you knot with anyone else after I was gone?” My voice breaks as I ask this question, because I’m not sure I want the answer, but I also have to know if she was raped again.
“I don’t know, but we were imprinted. If it mimics the mating bond, they wouldn’t be able to imprint me with someone else, right?”
The tightness in my chest loosens enough for me to let my lungs inflate. “Right,” I agree. It sounds plausible and I want to believe it. I don’t think I could bear knowing she was being hurt while I was free.
“You can’t blame yourself, Jackson. Hester is one of the strongest tau I have ever come across, and even she is scared of that man and his organization. You could never have stood against them, and I wouldn’t have wanted you to. You did what you needed to do so we could both survive. And we did. Despite all the odds, we found our way back to each other. That has to mean something, right?”
I grab the back of her head, crushing her to my chest. I wonder if she can hear or feel my heart racing. “I will always find my way back to you. You’re everything to me.”
“Just so you know, I’ll never stop fighting for us either. I love you. You own every part of me, and I hope I own every part of you.”
She does. She is capable of lifting me up and destroying me in the same breath. I love her with every breath in my body. I loved her before I even understood who she was to me.
“You’re mine. Forever and always.”
“Forever and always,” she repeats.
Chapter 19
Dove
My mind feels like a swirling maelstrom as I peer up at the man who is my everything. I know we have to do this, but I’m not blind to the dangers we’ll be facing. We could die fighting this, yet I know without a doubt that it is the right thing to do.
That doesn’t mean I’m not scared out of my mind.
I’ve only just gotten him back. What if I lose him again? What if he loses me? His bravery, his desire to stand by me through thick and thin, fills my heart with so much love.
He must see something wild in my eyes because he frowns. “What’s wrong?”
“I need you.” Did that sound desperate? I feel like I’m coming out of my skin.
“You have me.”
“No.” I grip his forearms, my fingers trailing up to his biceps. “I need you to fuck me. If we’re going to risk our lives, I need every moment I can have with you.”
He stares at me, and for a moment, I think he’s going to reject me. Until his lips curve into a smirk before he grabs the back of my neck in a tight grip and crashes his lips against mine. I kiss him back; I cannot bear another second without his touch.
My mouth parts, opening up to allow his tongue to slide against mine. Sheer desperation and need fuel me as I dig my fingers into his jacket, tugging him closer.
I don’t know what our future holds, but I make a promise to myself to savor every memory, every second we have together in case it is our last.
Jackson presses his thigh between my legs in a way that rubs against my most sensitive area. I can’t stop the way I moan around his lips. Everything feels heightened, desperate, as I grind myself against his thickness.
“That’s it, sweetheart. Get yourself off,” he rasps, his breath hot against my neck.
Tingles are starting to spread through my pussy as I apply more pressure against my clit. We are both still fully dressed, and yet this is the most erotic thing I have ever done. I don’t know why it feels so forbidden to grind myself against his leg like a horny dog, but it does.
