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Chapter47
Abby
It was all such a daze after Etta went down. I found myself staring at her lifeless body as Elijah led me away, my emotions jumbled in the wake of what had happened. I was glad the threat that had hung over our heads for longer than we’d even been aware was finally eliminated, but she had been a part of my life for so long, it was hard not to feel some regret.
“Come on, Abby,” Elijah murmured, wrapping his arm around my hips and guiding me away from the roadway. Despite his quip, someone had found him a pair of pants, and the pack flocked in to deal with the cleanup and ensure that any rogue shifters were accounted for.
“I don’t think you need to worry about anyone coming for us,” I heard Elijah tell them as we headed back toward one of the vehicles. “I suspect that their loyalties to Orson aren’t too firm.”
Time would tell that eventually, but that was tomorrow’s matter.
Tonight was for us.
In a haze, I found us back in the hotel suite, the heat of the shower pouring around me. Elijah joined me without asking, and I turned toward him, grateful for the company. I didn’t want to be alone right now.
“Where is everyone?” I asked, the droplets and steam creating a fuzz around my eyes. His brilliant eyes shone back at me through the fog, a muscular arm encircling my waist.
“Don’t worry about everyone else,” he murmured, his body crushing against me at the same time as his lips.
My tongue jutted out to twine with his as he backed me against the glass wall.
Instantly, his huge, gentle hands found the curve of my ass, cupping me, and I was already heated, the dampness of my pussy emanating against his hand. I wondered if he could tell against the water.
He started to draw his head back, but I clamped my teeth around his lower lip. The tension of all that had happened built inside me, working me into a mad frenzy that needed to be released.
Elijah’s hand tightened on my ass, fingers slipping and sliding over my skin as he drew his head back gently as to not draw blood.
“What?” I asked breathlessly, slowly releasing him from my grip. “What are you waiting for?”
I was ready, no need for foreplay or teasing. His fingers slid along the crack of my cheeks, and I sighed, spreading my legs to allow him access, my palm finding the thickness of his shaft.
“Fuck,” he moaned as I clutched him tightly, stroking hard.
He slipped his finger inside my core, his thumb working against my clit, and I let out a small cry of pleasure.
Elijah’s free hand found my breast, teasing the taut skin of my nipple as my lips trailed along the mocha tint of his shoulder.
“Take me,” I whispered. “I need you inside me.”
“Whatever you want, Princess,” he vowed, withdrawing his finger from me to grab my upper thigh.
With a heaving grunt, he thrust himself inside me, stealing my breath like always.
My nails dug into his back, slipping over the slickness of his skin when Elijah began to pound, his body pinning me ruthlessly between the shower door and his rock-hard body, those abs that had kept me up so many nights.
The harder he plunged into me, the deeper my fingers dug into him, my pants becoming loud enough to shake the glass of the shower.
All of that pent up tension I’d been clinging to, holding onto, built up inside me, and I let it go without warning, spilling over Elijah with a loud, mournful moan.
“That’s good, Princess,” he whispered. “Let it all out. That’s what you need.”
My climax was the permission he needed to have his own, and with a final thrust upward, he let go, too.
The pressure of the water and spray of the shower slipped him out of me in short order, but Elijah turned me around to soap my body slowly, massaging my aching muscles.
By the time we had finished, the water ran cold, and we shivered, finding ourselves back in the bedroom, naked beneath the covers.
“Where is everyone?” I asked, noting how quiet the suite was.
