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She licked her lips when the thick weight of his shaft filled her hand. “You can. I promise you. I need this more than I need to rest.”
Her fingers curled around him and he snarled, giving in again. “Damn me for being a weak bastard. Are you another Siren, like Jacob? Why can’t I resist you?”
He didn’t wait for an answer, pulling her hand away and bending his knees until the head of his cock was poised at her entrance. Her legs tightened, ensuring his capture.
Con’s expression was one of pure seduction. “I’m not going anywhere now, Sarah. Who am I to deny my match? My mate?”
Before she could say a word he was inside her. Deep. Full. Nothing slow or easy, no fumbling or hesitation. This was what she craved. She wanted to feel. She bit her lip until she tasted blood, breathing through the pressure as her body stretched to accommodate him.
He braced himself and began to sling his hips firmly against her body, slipping one hand under her thigh to lift it higher. To give her more.
“Oh.” Deeper. So deep. So fully she couldn’t tell where his thrusts stopped and her cries began. She tore at his hair, struggling for breath as the speed of his thrusts increased, then changed tempo, torturing her by keeping her completion just out of reach.
“You like that, don’t you?” He leaned his forehead against hers while they both watched his long cock, shimmering with her arousal as it disappeared inside her. “No holding back. Hard and raw and real. Is that what you want, baby?”
“Yes. Hard and raw. Real.”
“Hell, yeah,” he muttered, his pace and the power of his thrusts increasing. “I’m not sure Lorie’s going to know what to do with you. You’re a wild thing in my arms. I can’t wait to turn you over and take your ass.” He pumped harder against her, his neck and cheeks flushing at the thought. “Can you picture it, Sarah? Watching us with those pretty brown eyes of yours? Feeling both of us inside you? Taking you like this? Claiming every inch of your luscious body and soul. Hell.”
She could. It was easy to envision Lorie, his angelic curls damp with sweat as she rode him. His blue eyes filled with passion for her. Con would be behind her, saying things she never imagined a man would say out loud, his hands guiding her back against him. Tempting her to sin.
She was on fire, her arms and legs shaking so much it was hard to hang as she found her release. He pumped inside her, faster and harder until he was shouting her name, joining her in an ecstasy she never thought she’d live to experience. Life. She was alive. Her soul was free and soaring to the heavens.
And when it returned she feared she would never be the same.
Con kissed her cheeks, her damp eyelashes. Her lips. Gently, as if she were fragile and precious. As if they hadn’t just devoured each other like animals in the wild.
His hold relaxed, allowing her space to slide down his body. To move away from temptation as her equilibrium, and her senses, returned. She rushed into the bathroom, determined to ignore the energy still swirling around her quivering limbs. She reached for the towel left hanging for her and wiped herself off briskly before heading to the clothes draped out across the bed.
“What are you doing?” His voice was laced with lethargic satisfaction. His sensuous tone distracted her, made her long to crawl onto the bed and entice him to join her for another round of lovemaking. Slower this time, but no less exciting.
“Your Jenner was kind enough to bring me clothing. I wouldn’t want to travel in my old clothing—I would be too conspicuous in your world.”
She watched him frown from the corner of her eye. “Planning on going somewhere?”
Sarah studied the shirt before shrugging and pulling it over her head, thankful that
her breasts were covered and that the shirt was loose enough that she didn’t need to restrain them. “I am. I’ve no idea how I got out, or what the consequences of breaking the spell will be. You understand, I’m certain, why there is no time to waste.”
He watched her for long silent moments while she struggled with the “jeans” they’d gotten for her. Her cheeks flushed. “A gentleman would turn around,” she huffed.
Con caught her just before she tipped over on the bed. His touch was tender, belying the dark clouds apparent in his expression. “A gentleman wouldn’t leave a lady when she so obviously needs his help.”
He playfully slapped her hands away, grabbing the waistband of the pants on either side of her curved hips. He tugged hard, pulling her up onto her toes. But the jeans were on. She sucked in her bottom lip and sought out the buttons. “Thank you.”
“Are we really doing this, Miss Sarah Fell-Out-Of-A-Book Blackwood? Are you really getting dressed and pretending we didn’t both just have the best sex of our lives? If you actually think we’ll allow you to leave the safety of this house alone, you’re fooling yourself. Do you have any idea what its like out there after more than three centuries? Different. Very fucking different. And dangerous.”
She brushed back her long, waving hair with hands that still held a slight tremor. “I can handle the danger. And yes, we are doing this. Do not mistake me, I’m grateful. You know I am. That was—”
He threw his hands in the air in disbelief. “You’re grateful? Bullshit. Don’t you dare tell me they didn’t have Triunes in your day. Things haven’t changed that much. You know what that meant. What you felt when you touched Lorie. We are your triad, Sarah. Despite the odds, Lorie found you. Why would you walk away from that? How could you even consider it?”
Her chin wobbled and she turned her back on him, staring at the bed without seeing it. “You have no idea what I’ve been through. What I’ve lived with for more years than you’ve been alive. You have no concept of what it means for me to be free. If you did, then as the match you claim to be, you would respect that and let me do what I must.”
The door they’d just been pressed against flew open, and she spun around, her instincts on high alert. A grim-faced Lorie leaned heavily against the wooden frame, his blue eyes turbulent. “What must you do, Sarah? Because I have a feeling we’re not going to like it.”
Why did she feel guilty? Because one man looked betrayed and the other used? Because they’d saved her and she was repaying them by leaving without a moment’s thought? There was no other path for her but the one she’d chosen so long ago. No way she could face her grandmother and the rest of the people she loved in the world beyond if she did nothing.
“I have to see the ancestor of Thalia Fairbanks about an heirloom. And if the families of the ones that did this to me are still alive…they will be made to acknowledge their crimes. To pay for them.”
