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“No,” she said, her own nimble fingers taking over, enjoying the rush of touching him. Of being totally lost within him.
She pulled the shirt open and splayed her hands across his chest, the cool metal of the band he wore pressing against her palm. She closed her eyes, wishing it could simply disappear.
“It is not there,” he said. “Tonight, there is nothing standing between us.” He spoke with force, his hands reaching up to cup her breasts, teasing her and tormenting her as she arched against him until any thought of arguing melted from her brain.
“So beautiful.”
Eyes closed, she smiled. She thought the same of him, and she fell greedily upon him, her mouth on his chest, his neck, his cheek and the scar upon it. “How—”
“An altercation with a sword before I was turned,” he said with a wry grin. “The sword won.”
As she laughed, he took her shoulders, pushing her back and trapping her beneath him, his busy hands and mouth sending all sorts of sensations rocketing through her. His mouth closed again over her nipple, the pleasure of the sensation so acute it was almost painful, certainly almost unbearable. She writhed against him, against her own roiling emotions, her back arching up toward him as she fought down a scream of pleasure. As she fought not to beg him for more, harder, faster.
He seemed to know what she wanted anyway, and his clever fingers dipped down, then ripped her panties off with a low growl. Then his hands were on her, cupping her, his fingers finding her wet and needy, and his moan of satisfaction almost enough to send her over the edge.
When he closed his mouth so intimately upon her, the edge did rise up, engulfing her, sending shocks reverberating through her body, so intense she had no choice but to cling to his shoulders for fear that if she did not, her body would explode with the intensity of it.
Wave after wave, his sensual assault continued, until she couldn’t take it anymore and she screamed for satisfaction, for his kiss.
He drew himself up, his lips still warm with the taste of her, finding her mouth, battering it, taking. Claiming.
She struggled to free him from his jeans, and once he was naked, he rose over her, a dark god, a fierce warrior, and she reached for him, wanting to be his spoils, his battleground, and knowing that he would fill her. Her body, her emotions, her deepest desires.
Her body trembled with anticipation, and she whispered one single word. “Now.” That was all it took. His eyes darkened with desire, his fingers pushing her thighs apart, and then the sensual, erotic assault as he thrust himself into her.
She groaned, so wet and so ready, her body opening for him, taking him, drawing him in. The pleasure was exquisite, and she bucked against him, matching his thrusts, the need rising within her again as she cried for him to not stop, to never, ever stop.
His touch was a promise, his thrusts a caress, and as she traveled up, up, up, she knew that he was coming with her. “Now,” he said. “By the gods, Sara, now.”
She exploded. Shattered. Her body—her mind—held together only by the force of her will and his firm hands upon her.
“Luke.” The name was soft, like a tribute, and he pulled her close.
“Ah, Sara. My Sara.”
And right then, with his arms tight around her and her body warm and sated, she could almost believe that she was his. Could almost believe that somehow, someway, they stood a chance.
ChapterTwenty-Five
Luke left Sara’s house well before dawn, and now the Mercedes’s headlights cut a path through the night as he maneuvered the curving Malibu canyons. He would have liked to have stayed—would have liked to have made love to her again and again—but he needed to be home during the daylight hours. He might not be able to hunt or prowl, but he could work the phone and the computer, and by the time night fell again, he would have a lead on Tasha. On Caris.
It was not over yet.
His phone rang, and he hit the button for the speaker, then listened as Slater’s deep voice filled the car.
“Nothing yet,” Slater said, “but I’ve got a bead on a few para-demons the staff at the Slaughtered Goat says used to come in there about the time Caris first showed up. I’m going to track them down, see what they know.”
“Get back to me as soon as you do.”
“You got it. Something else, though, my friend. Some shit went down here the other day. Maybe you heard about it?” Slater asked, his tone making clear that he knew exactly who had killed Hasik.
“I’ve picked up some rumblings,” Luke said. “What of it?”
“Apparently, there was a witness. Division’s been called in.”
Luke bit back a curse and thought of Sara. Of the disappointed way she would look at him when they met again. “Interesting.”
“Thought you might think so. I’ll keep you posted,” Slater said, then clicked off as Luke considered this new inconvenience. Alinda. There was no other explanation. Nick’s little elf had gone and ratted him out.
