“We’ll get you some supplies while you two rest.”
Declan walked over and opened the door. He stepped back and waited for the others to file out before turning back to her. Elyse tried not to shift as he stared at her with an unnerving intensity that made her think he saw far more of her than she wanted him to see.
“It’s nice to meet you, Elyse,” he said.
When he left the room and closed the door, she couldn’t help questioning if she’d just become a prisoner again.
Chapter Twenty-Two
Elyse exitedthe shower and wrapped the towel around her. When she stepped before the mirror, she wiped away the steam coating it to gaze at her reflection. The circles under her eyes were darker, but after the events of these last few days, she couldn’t expect anything less.
She ran her fingers through her hair to comb the tangles from it before letting it fall freely down her back. She glanced at the clothes she’d tossed on the floor, but she couldn’t bring herself to put them back on yet. They smelled too much like the cabin.
She’d plotted how to escape the cabin and find her father for months, and now that she was free, she felt just as trapped.
Tell Saxon the truth.
But she was afraid. She had no idea what he would do with the truth. He was protective of her, she couldn’t deny it, but that didn’t mean he cared for her. More than likely, he felt sorry for her. And even if he did care for her, if she’d inadvertently put his friends at risk, or if they deemed her a threat to them, he might not try to protect her.
What does it matter?You have no other options. Trust him, and if it blows up in your face, then so be it. Things can’t get any worse than they were at the cabin.
Dead could be worse.
That was true, but she couldn’t see Saxon killing her.Besides, she couldn’t go after her dad on her own; she didn’t stand a chance against a group of Savages.
Elyse held her pruned hands out before her and turned them over. They looked like normal hands, but she wasn’t normal. She was cursed with a gift that would haunt her for the rest of her life. A gift she’d found gross and frightening for years, but now it would also reduce her lifespan.
Sighing, she held the towel together as she opened the door and stepped into the room. Saxon was sitting on the bed with his long legs stretched out before him while he leaned against the headboard with his eyes closed.
He’d shed the sweatshirt, and she stopped to take in the chiseled muscles of his torso as he remained unmoving on the bed. Desire bloomed in her stomach, and her gaze returned to his face. She’d believed him asleep, but he was staring at her with a ravenous gleam in his eyes that made her throat go dry.
Saxon watched Elyse release her towel and prowl toward him. His eyes latched onto her breasts as they swayed with every step she took before sliding lower to the triangle of hair shielding her sex from him. His mouth watered as her delicious scent strengthened.
Stopping beside the bed, she trailed her fingers down his chest to play with the trail of hair leading toward the waistband of his sweats. When he started to reach for her, she caught his hand and kissed his knuckles before placing it against his chest.
Gripping the waistband of his sweatpants, Elyse tugged them down his narrow hips, and he lifted himself off the bed so she could pull them down easier. She tugged them off before removing his socks and tossing them aside. The wiry hair on his legs tickled her palms as she ran them over his calves and his thighs.
His swollen cock jutted out from a nest of curls as she climbed onto the bed in sensual movements meant to tease. She was aware of his gaze hungrily watching her every move as she straddled his thighs. When she settled over him, she ran her hands across his chest. She reveled in the feel of his smooth skin and taut muscles as they flexed beneath her palms.
“You feel amazing,” she murmured.
When she bent to lick him, the rigid evidence of his arousal fell between the hollow of her breasts. Ripples of pleasure slid over her as the feel of him sent currents of electricity through her body.
Her tongue fell into the indentation cutting up the center of his abdomen when she licked her way up it. She felt almost drunk on the salty taste of his flesh and the sensation of her body rubbing against his. She ran her tongue around one of his nipples before lightly drawing it between her teeth.
The heat of his shaft burned against her belly, and wetness spread between her legs as she pictured taking him inside her, but she made herself wait. She would savor this as much as possible as it could be their last time together. When she gripped his erection and stroked it, his low moan made her ache more as his hips rose to meet her hand.
Saxon saw the dazed passion in her arctic eyes as he gripped the back of her head. For a second, he couldn’t think as he found himself lost to the beauty of her crystalline blue eyes, and then she smiled.
She leaned forward to kiss him, but before he could deepen the kiss, she broke away and slid down the length of him. She bent over his dick and ran her tongue across the head of it. He couldn’t tear his eyes away from her as she took him deeper into her mouth while she continued working him with her hands. Pressure built in his shaft, but he was determined not to find his release yet. He had far better plans for her first.
Leaning up, he gripped her waist, but when he started to turn her, Elyse stopped sucking him. “Keep going, love,” he instructed.
Elyse didn’t know what he was trying to do, but she allowed him to turn her, so she lay flat against him lengthwise. When she realized what he intended, she smiled as she slid her mouth back over him. Anticipation built in her as he parted her legs and stroked her sex before bending to place his mouth against her.
Elyse tried to concentrate on what she was doing, but it was nearly impossible when his tongue was tasting her in that way. Her impending orgasm built within her as she continued to fuck him with her mouth and hand. When his tongue licked her clit while his finger delved into her, Elyse cried out against him as she came apart.
Saxon greedily consumed her sweetness. She tasted as amazing as she smelled, and he couldn’t get enough of her. Knowing he was nearing his release, he gripped her hips and gently pulled her away.
