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I don’t tell him I can’t—even though my body feels like soft, warm taffy—and he doesn’t tell me to do it again; he just makes me. Shifts his hips and finds my g-spot and drives that steel shaft of a cock against it while he stares into my eyes, over and over and over, until I can’t do anythingbutgive him one more.
“Oh god, Maddoc,” I gasp, a deep tremble starting in my core and threatening to shake me apart from the inside out.
“Fuck, that’s it, butterfly,” he grits out as it sweeps through me. “You feel so fucking good on my cock like this.”
“Youmake me feel so fucking good,” I admit as my sated body goes lax underneath him.
I cup his jaw as feelings that go way beyond the sex well up inside me and when Maddoc locks eyes with me, something passes between us that has my pussy clenching around him again.
He shudders, his face contorting as a raw, guttural groan escapes, and then he follows me. Fucking into me hard and fast until he finally buries his face against my shoulder and comes inside me with a hoarse shout that sounds a lot like my name.
I can feel his hot cum pumping inside me, his hips jerking against me in short, aborted thrusts as he pants against my sweat-slicked skin and then finally settles. His weight pins me to the mattress, locking me down with a sense of deep, primal safety that makes me feel more secure—more satisfied and cared for—than I can ever remember being before.
I float in it. For once, everyone I care for is under one roof, protected and safe, and it’s… fuck. It’s everything.
Eventually, Maddoc gets up, pressing a soft kiss to my forehead, and pads off to the bathroom. I don’t move and he doesn’t ask me to, and when he comes back, he brings a warm, damp washcloth to clean me up.
He makes quick work of it, then crawls under the blankets and pulls me into his arms. It’s not until his heart is beating, slowly and steadily, under my cheeks, his hand settled on my hip as he holds me against him, that I realize it didn’t even occur to me to go back to my own room. I’m exactly where I want to be.
It’s my last thought as sleep takes me.
41
RILEY
It’s beena long time since I woke up feeling at peace, and for a moment, before my eyes open, it’s such an unfamiliar feeling I’m not even sure I actually am awake. But then someone stirs beside me, all muscle and warmth and strength, and I snap my eyes open, trying to remember where I am.
Maddoc’s room.
I smile, that peace settling back around me like a warm blanket after my initial moment of disorientation. I can’t remember the last time I woke up next to a man the morning after, and it’s… nice.
Maddoc’s arm is draped over my hip, heavy and secure, and the way my body is tucked up against his is something I could probably get used to. I try to tell myself it’s a dangerous way to feel. He’s still the leader of the Reapers, and his world will never be a safe place to live.
And then there’s my sister.
Chloe will always be my first priority. She’s off the streets, which means she’s safe for now, but she’s not safe forever. Not with that inheritance hanging over her head.
I sigh softly, rolling over to face Maddoc and letting my eyes roam over his strong features. They haven’t quite softened in his sleep, but slumber seems to give them a hint of that same languid peace that filled me when I woke up. It makes me feel close to him.
No. I reach out, lightly skimming my fingers over the healing gunshot wound in his shoulder, a hairsbreadth above the skin.It’s not seeing him sleep that makes me feel close to him.
It’s not even this peaceful feeling of safety I’ve found in his bed. It’s because the connection I’ve felt with him almost from the beginning, the one that made his betrayal cut so much deeper and his change of heart mean so much more… is real.
I bite my lip, nibbling on it as I try to wrap my feelings around that, and my fingers come down, feather-light, on the wound I gave him.
Maddoc’s eyes spring open. Then they turn warm.
“Riley,” he says, his voice rough with sleep as he reaches up to cover my hand with his, holding it against him as he holds my gaze.
“Good morning.”
He smiles, a small but sincere-looking one, and leans forward to kiss me. It’s soft and intimate in a way I’m not at all used to.
“How did you know where to find Chloe?” I ask when he pulls away, partly because I truly want to know, and partly to recover from how open and vulnerable I feel in the wake of all this.
“I remembered a place McKenna has used before, one he set up specifically to keep things on the down-low.” He brushes some of my hair back from my face, letting his fingers trail over my cheek. “It’s just outside West Point territory, so not where we had any eyes.”
“Did one of your allies tip you off?”
