As if he could hear my thoughts, Ares slapped my ass hard. I cried out, the bit of pain spiking my pleasure even more. He paused for half a second, and I wondered if a spirit spoke to him. Being watched by the building’s spirits should probably bother me, but it didn’t. In fact, if possible, it just made this better.
I wished I could see what we looked like. What I looked like from behind, being railed by Orphium’s most dangerous necromancer. A man people crossed the street to avoid—that humans were terrified of. A man who scared the dead. Whose cock was so hard inside me, I knew he was close to coming.
“Touch yourself,” he said as he took my hand in his, bringing it to my mound and pressing it into me. I moaned as he pressed harder, bucking my hips against the pressure of our combined hands. He didn’t allow me the dexterity to pleasure myself further just yet, his mouth grazing my ear so he could whisper into it. “Cromvale sent cops ahead. The spirits shut the elevators down, but his people just got the stairwell open.”
The thought of being caught here, of the cops storming in while Ares Necroline fucked me silly in the Senator’s smashedup apartment, made me unspeakably hot. As he thrust harder into me, I rubbed my clit in hard, fast circles.
“Come for me, Ember,” he commanded. “We can’t leave until you come for me.”
I let out a feral cry, white light blurring at the edges of my vision as I rubbed faster, harder, loving the feeling of him stretching me open and fucking me deep and hard, all at once. It was so much stimulation, so much energy that I couldn’t possibly focus on anything but us. “Harder,” I begged. “Come inside me.”
He obliged on both counts and as he roared with his release, the swelling burst of white light exploding behind my eyes. From the front of the apartment, I could hear them trying to break down the door. We were in danger of being caught, and honestly, Ares felt so good I didn’t care.
“Fuck,” he snarled as he thrust into me one final time. His movements were lightning fast as he pulled my pants back up. By the time I turned, he had his pants back in place. Neither of us had taken our rubber gloves off.
The sight of us, sex-addled and rubber-gloved, struck me as funny. I laughed at us as he kissed me. “You are terrible,” he said as he pulled away.
I pushed him towards the broken window. “I think you love it.”
He stepped up onto the balustrade, pulling me up next to him. Inside the apartment, the door cracked. The cops were going to get through in seconds. Ares smiled at me as he stepped off the stone terrace and into the night.
His words echoed in my ears as I followed him.
“Damn right.”
CHAPTER 31
ARES
Ember was solight on her feet that she hardly winced as we touched down. My feet and knees stung, but she pulled me into a sprint away from the Valnord before I could think much about it. The cops were gathered around the other side of the building, near the more traditional entrances and exits.
We, however, were racing down back alleys, skirting trash and scuttling rats as we left the scene of our crime. I didn’t have time to think about the wisdom of what we’d done back there, destroying Cromvale’s apartment that way, but I knew there might be consequences.
Ember finally slowed down enough that I was able to start to piece things together. If we were going to cover our asses, I was going to have to wrangle some top notch shit, and fast. As I pulled my phone from my back pocket, I breathed a sigh of relief.
I had a text from Eli Cabot. It was just the address of an exclusive club uptown that Lourdes Thaumas owned, called the Rosewood, with the words,Come in through the back door. I showed my phone to Ember, whose lips were still swollen from kissing me. Her eyes were glazed over with lust, fear still chasing her as it did me, but she nodded.
We moved as one, continuing to skirt through back alleys and rooftops, staying out of sight. She didn’t ask me if I trusted Cabot. She just followed, her body moving in perfect time with mine. It was as though we were still connected, as though I was still inside her. It was a trial not to pull her against me and taste every inch of her.
Now that I’d given in to what I wanted most, I was starving for her. When a squad car screamed by us, and I pulled her against me in a dark alley, just a block from the Rosewood, my cock hardened in an instant.
“Do you know what kind of place the Rosewood is?” I asked. She couldn’t go into this ignorant.
Her response was a laugh, low and sultry. “I’ve heard it described as a den of iniquity.” Her back bowed slightly, and the little moan that whispered through the alley had me burying my face in her neck, drinking in the soft, warm scent of her skin. “It’s perfect for a cover.”
“You’re sure?” I asked. “The best way to make sure our alibi is solid is to make… a scene.”
She grinned up at me, fisting my sweater in her hands. “Fuck me on a table six ways from Tuesday, while the entire Authority watches, if it pleases you.”
My mouth slid down her neck, one hand covering her lips so she wouldn’t make a sound as I slid my free hand into her pants. She was still wet from our encounter in the Senator’s apartment. Her eyes fell closed as she leaned against me. It began to rain, soaking us both as I pushed two fingers inside her.
“We should go,” she moaned against my hand.
“I know,” I breathed in her ear. “But that was too fast back there. I need more time with you.”
The truth was, my brain was sex-hazed. I was desperate to be alone with her, to taste her, to find out every way I could touch her that would elicit the delicious noises she made right now. Such soft, sweet sounds from a creature as vicious asEmber Verona. I wanted her pussy clenched around my cock as she rode me into oblivion.
The way her hips moved to take me deeper was too much, and her ass ground against my cock, making me harder than I’d been in my whole life. She turned in my arms, my fingers sliding out of her. Her eyes were wide.
