Page 211 of Deadfall

“You’re wet, little storm,” Griffin’s voice sounded strained.

He leaned over my back and dragged my ear between his teeth. His breath was hot against my neck.

“I want to push you,” he growled. “Unfortunately, we have a job to do so I need you walking. But, you better believe you’re going to feel my marks on you tomorrow.”

His fingers slipped deeper, and I fought against his thighs to spread my legs wider. He didn’t let me move an inch.

“When you’re out there, getting your revenge.” Griffin’s fingers found my clit. “When you’re killing those guards who dared to touch you.” His voice was edged with delicious danger as his fingers worked devastating circles. I moaned and choked on a gasp. “I want you to feel my touch. I want you to know who you belong to. And I want you to understand—no one can touch you ever again—” He shoved two of his fingers inside, and I cried out softly as the pleasure bloomed. “No one except for me and Seven get to touch this pretty little pussy.” He worked his fingers in and out in a firm rhythm that was anything but soft.

“Never. Fucking. Again,” he growled with each thrust.

“Never,” I panted. “I’m yours.”

He abruptly surged back, and I heard him frantically work his zipper down. He didn’t bother pulling his pants off before I felt his dick at my entrance. He leaned over my back, and his lips brushed my ear.

“Give me a color, Emersyn,” he demanded.

“Green—” I gasped. “Fucking, green—”

He buried himself in one solid thrust that elicited a groan from both of us. His pace was hard, ruthlessly dominating, and fuck did it call to the primal beast that I’d heard the call of, but never felt safe enough to enjoy.

Griffin pulled out and flipped me over, only to shove back inside and set the same pace. I lost myself to the depths of his dark green stare, that was filled with possession and protection, until a small part of my brain invaded.

I wondered if he would really stop, in the midst of all this passion and dominance, if I said the safe word. The only problem was, I didn’t want it to stop. I could feel the heat coiled up, growing hotter and wilder with each thrust, and I realized I didn’t need to test it—I trusted him.

The thought cracked the last of my resistance open, and I was overwhelmed with emotions. I surged up and wrapped my arms around his neck. I pulled his mouth to mine, and my tongue claimed his in a kiss that was more breath and touch than finesse. I needed to consume him the way he consumed me.

He sat back and dragged me forward onto his lap, where his hands planted on my hips, and I found a rhythm riding his cock. I gripped his hair in one hand and his jaw in the other.

“Mine,” I said breathlessly.

“All yours, baby.” His hand dipped between us and found my clit. “Come with me.”

I could see the strain in his jaw, but each pass of his fingers and stroke of his cock drove me higher, until his other hand tightened around my neck, and squeezed. I clenched around him in response—I couldn’t find my control; I’d lost all sense of reality except for what felt like the divine. Then, just as stars danced around the darkness of us, he released his hand and I inhaled—

The wave rose, crashed, and swept us both away.

100

GABRIEL

The weather had turned ominous in the last few hours. Everyone was on edge, because if it worsened, we wouldn’t be able to get the bird in the air. But, so far there wasn’t any lightning, and the clouds hadn’t done more than congregate angrily in the sky. I stood topside with Emersyn, trying not to make a big deal about leaving her. It was hard not to want to drag her back down into the depths of the ship and lock her away. I refrained—barely.

It helped that she’d be with North. Not to mention, I had total faith in my sister’s flying abilities. To say Emersyn would be well protected would be an understatement, but none of that seemed to ease the ache at having to leave her. I pushed her hair off her cheek and ran my gloved hand down her neck.

“Keep your comms on.” When she gave me a look, I narrowed my eyes. “So I can find you later.”

She smiled softly and gripped my vest hard with both fists.

“Fine,” she said. “Don’t blow yourself up, okay?”

I smirked. “Never.”

“Deathwing! Seven! Let’s move!” Knight called.

He was already on the inflatable boat with Cal. I waved him off, my attention glued on Emersyn. I knew she was capable, but the urge to double check everything to make extra sure was insistent. Instead, I gripped her neck and dropped my lips to hers in a kiss I hoped conveyed all of the things I wanted to tell her.

I pulled back. “See you soon, little storm.”