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"Guess this means I get to bite this time." And then he pumped into her hard, rocking through her body.
Her hands clasped at his body. One landed on his shoulder. The other was on his bicep, feeling the muscle flex as he put tension on her hair, but Thane wasn't trying to set a steady rhythm. He was teasing her, taking control and daring her to give in, so Dahlia pulled at him, making it clear she demanded more.
He gave it. The moment his dick filled her again, his mouth found the side of her neck, and he bit. This wasn't a gentle love nip. He bit her like he wanted the mark to stay for a while. She felt her entire body clench at the rush of pain, but it was nothing compared to the pleasure of him working her higher.
They fucked. Right there on the counter of a kitchen she never used, Thane had his way with her, and she just kept taunting him for more. Her legs around his ass pulled him in deeper. Her nails scored his skin, marking him the same way his teeth were marking her. They fucked like animals, not caring if it was nice or something they would pay for later on. All she knew was that she loved the way being with him let her feel every single sensation.
But his mouth kept moving lower. The hand on her hip made its way higher. Dahlia had to let go of him with one hand to brace it behind her, pushing her hips closer to the edge. That made her lean back, and he immediately took advantage of it. His mouth landed on one breast, his hand on the other, teasing her nipples even as his hips moved faster.
"Fuck," she groaned, loving everything he was doing to her.
She was panting, rocking her hips as hard as he was, and their bodies collided in the best way. Hard, hot, and fast, they both chased their own pleasure, doing everything to give back as much as they got. Dahlia knew she wasn't in control, but she also wasn't giving in. This was what she'd dreamed of with her warrior. This was how that first night should've gone. Instead, it would now be every day.
"Play with my fucking clit," she ordered, knowing she was getting close, and wanting just a bit more.
He immediately moved his hand from her breast to her pussy, but his hips didn't even slow down. She felt the pressure as he rubbed circles on that knot of nerves, so Dahlia dropped her hand to his ass, pulling to set the rhythm. It was chaotic, wild, and filled with desire. This was the kind of passion she loved the most, but Thane wasn't done with her yet.
His mouth found hers again, that hand in her hair pulled even harder, and he growled in the back of his throat. She'd told Isabella that he was hers, but in that moment, Dahlia realized that it went both ways. She was his too. They really were a matched set. They just worked, even when she didn't want it to be that easy. Together, they made fucking magic, and the friction between her legs had nothing at all to do with his vitality.
Thane was simply all man, riding her like he owned her, and she loved it. She took, unashamed of the moans and grunts as she simply enjoyed his body. He was everything she loved in a man, filled with so much vitality that it should be impossible, and right here, offering it all to her. The problem was that she didn't dare touch it. No, even if she couldn't admit it out loud, she wanted more than just this one fuck. She wanted him. She wantedthem.She wanted this to mean something, even if she wasn't sure what it was - even as it felt so good.
"Thane..." she gasped, aware she couldn't hold off.
He kissed her lips again quickly. "Don't you dare quit on me," he warned.
Instead, she wrapped both arms around his back and simply gave in. He pumped into her, with his hand driving her even higher, and her body had reached its limit. She came so hard, clenching around him, and allowed herself to cry out with the orgasm.
"Oh, fuck," he gasped, thrusting again, then again. "Yeah, baby. Oh, fuck me..." And then he groaned, dropping his face to her shoulder as his body shuddered.
Together, they breathed. Both of them sucked in massive breaths, their bodies rocking on the counter with the motion of their lungs. Slowly, Dahlia shifted her hand from his shoulder, upwards, until she cradled the back of his head against her. His palm moved to slide gently along the outside of her thigh. Without a single word, their touches spoke volumes, making it clear the fight was done.
"Carry the stakes," she breathed, having to force the words past her need for air. "Fuck it if they don't like it."
"Dahl..." he panted.
"No," she said, leaning back to look at his face. "You are my warrior, Thane. Warriors have weapons. Carry them on you, but let me fight beside you, ok? Let me help, because the one thing I'm scared of? Having to do this alone."
His answer was simply to kiss her again.
ChapterTwenty-Seven
NIKKI
For the next three days, Thane supposedly rested. That meant that Dahlia spent all her time with him, the couple locked away in their apartment. Nikki made a point of stopping by to see if they needed anything, but Thane promised they were fine. He was just taking the chance to memorize as many of the Words as possible. Dahlia, however, was still worried about him. Although, from the way she hovered, Nikki had a feeling they were also getting a little closer.
That was a good thing, she tried to tell herself. Thane really was one of the good men in the world. Considering how many bad men Nikki had come across in her "life," she knew how precious that was. Most men said the right thing when others were listening, then ignored it all when it was convenient. At least they had with her.
Just look at the white man who'd bought her as a slave, moving her from Barbados to America and forcing her into his bed until she was pregnant, then making her marry another slave to prevent any questions about the child's paternity. Thankfully, her husband of convenience had been one of those good men. While she and John hadn't loved each other, they had been true, honest friends. Close enough that it had been John's mourning that called her back from her first death.
Thane reminded her a lot of John. He used his brain first and his fists second - but wasn't scared to get involved. He knew what mattered to him, and wasn't ashamed to admit it. He also did his best to consider how the people around him felt. Nikki really wasn't kidding when she said that every time Dahlia's inquisitor husband opened his mouth, he impressed her even more. In truth, that was the only reason she wasn't jealous of the man.
But while Dahlia got the chance to enjoy something like a honeymoon, Cain, Roarke, and Nikki tried to figure out what the hell they were going to do with this community. The attack on Thane couldn't be forgotten, not if they wanted to prevent it from happening again. Yes, Dahlia's tantrum had worked, but Vivian and Laci were still pushing every chance they could. Slowly but surely, the sides were being chosen, and the line was exactly where Cain had expected it to be: to hunt openly or to try and blend in.
The younger eidolon hadn't been around long enough to be truly hunted. They'd lived in times when "freedom" was expected to be inherent. They thought that if they were stronger, then they could push others around, and assumed that meant all humans. Since there wasn't a branch of Thane's Church of the Holy Inquisition here in Iowa, it should mean they had free rein, right?
But every surrounding state had a Church, and the Inquisition had always been very mobile. Thane had said they kept track of "demon signs", and they would come. Some eidolon listened. Others laughed it off. Most just wanted to know what options they had, and the sad truth was that there weren't many.
Dahlia wanted to fight back, and Roarke agreed completely. Cain had reservations - mostly about how easily that could implode - but he was willing to try. Nikki just wanted to think that one day she might be able to be left alone. If that meant fighting to get it, then she'd fight. If it meant hiding, then she'd hide. And the first step to all of that was weighing their options.
