Lucas pulled her back against him, even though the huge limbs did not land near them. For a moment they both stared.
A Spear stood on end from the center of the tree.
Lucas leaped for it even as a few tourists began coming out of the church to see what happened. Just as he pulled it out, Sara had the illusion that both he and the Spear glowed with sunlight. She blinked. The lightning must have tricked her eyes, much like seeing dots when a camera flash goes off too close.
“Walk slowly,” he said as he used the Spear for a walking staff and leaned onto it. “We don’t want to have to answer any questions.”
It was a long walk, although the car was parked not far away. Lucas paused before they crossed the street, looking both ways.
“I don’t want to chance another car suddenly careening around a corner like it did in London,” he said when Sara looked up at him questioningly.
But they made it safely across. Both of them breathed a sigh of relief once they were seated in the car with the Spear safely locked in. Even though Sara had not carried it, she could feel power radiating from it.
“We need to get the Spear safely to Mr. Smith’s deep vaults as soon as possible,” Sara said, “before your friend finds us.”
“The Shield will guard the Spear,” Lucas answered. “At least for now.” He craned his neck up to look at the stormy sky. “Evenif I wanted to drive back to Portland, which I don’t, there won’t be any flights out in weather like this. We’ll get a hotel room for the night.” He looked over to her and grinned. “And then I intend to make love to you. Totally. Completely. Until you beg me to stop…or until you don’t have enough energy left to tell me anything.”
Sara grinned back. “Promise?”
As they drove away, neither of them noticed Balor step out from a patch of shrubbery nearby. He flipped open his mobile. The GPS was still working. He snapped it shut and smiled.
****
Sara had been too excited to eat much at dinner, which Room Service had delivered, as she thought about the night’s events, but Lucas had managed to finish a thirty-ounce Porterhouse. He had grinned wickedly and said he needed to keep up his strength. Sara wondered if the rare steak was eaten more to appease the wolf than anything.
Watching Lucas lock the door after he’d set their service tray outside, she was ninety-nine percent sure the wolf would stay subdued. But the other one percent…?
His golden eyes glimmered in the pale light from a small bedside lamp. “Come here,” he said.
She stepped into his embrace, loving the feel of his strong arms wrapping around her. She lifted her face and he bent, taking her mouth in a ravishing swoop, his tongue probing open her lips for deep exploration.
Even as his tongue thrust in and out and swirled around hers, his hands snaked under her shirt, caressing her back in sensual circular strokes. Against the silk fabric of the tightly pulled shirt, her nipples peaked and strained. Already her breasts felt deliciously heavy.
Lucas back-stepped her toward the bed, unbuttoning the shirt and sliding it off her arms just before they both toppledonto the soft mattress. Trailing kisses down her throat, he kneaded the soft satin mounds together and flattened his tongue over one nipple while he rolled the other between two fingers. The pressure of his tongue pushing the nipple down even as his clever fingers tugged the other one up sent sparks shimmering from tip to tip. That fire only kindled when he closed his lips over one of those tormented peaks and drew it deep into his mouth, sucking gently and then hard. Sara moaned.
Lucas’ hand reached under her skirt, stroking her thigh, inching upward slowly while his mouth devoured hers. She felt him slip a finger beneath the thin strap of her thong. With one jerk, it ripped from her body, and cool air flowed across her heat.
He sat up and pulled his T-shirt and pendant off, revealing that bronzed chest with its sculpted pecs and hard abs. Sara reached out to touch him, but he put his hands on her waist and flipped her over onto her stomach. She felt him unzip her skirt and lifted her hips to let him slide it off. He settled over her, upper body propped on his elbows, lower body pressed hard into her bottom. Well, something was definitely harder than the rest of him. She wiggled a little and heard him groan.
“Have a care, lass. I intend to make this last.”
Lucas lifted her hair to one side and planted a kiss on the nape of her neck and then moved to her spine, mouthing and licking until there was a wet trail that felt hot where his mouth had been and cool when he moved downward to the small of her back.
His large hands cupped her buttocks and he took tiny nips that only gave a hint of sting and caused her already inflamed body to twitch with need. A finger made its way into the crevice and slowly stroked downward, pausing to press very gently at her anus. Sara whimpered in delight as feminine muscles contracted deep in her belly. The wayward finger made one slow, leisurely swipe through her folds, torturing her throbbingclitoris by stopping short of it. She groaned and ground her pelvis against the sheets to obtain a measure of relief.
“None of that,” Lucas said and held her hips still. “I’m not through pleasuring you yet.” He plucked both pillows and slid them beneath her stomach, hiking her bottom up. “There. Now you can’t cheat.”
“Wretched man,” she muttered into the bed.
“Careful, lass. This position nearly begs for a spanking.”
“You wouldn’t—” She stopped as she felt his large hand cover one buttock.
Lucas sounded amused. “I would. But not tonight. We’ll save the games for another time.” He bent lower and continued his wet kisses down the backs of her thighs, pausing to swirl slow circles with his tongue at the delicate area behind her knees.
Goddess, but his form of torture was delicious. Her entire body tingled.
He nibbled her calf muscles and then began his slow ascent upward.
