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She made a breathy, greedy sound, and then the only sounds that came from her were whimpers of ecstasy.
Chapter Thirty-Six
Eva lost count of her orgasms after the second one. Mainly because they blended together in one endless peak of pleasure riding on the tip of Logan’s tongue.
Finally, mercifully, he lapped gently, the flat of his tongue easing the tender flesh around her clit, leaving the hypersensitive nub to throb from only the warm Greek sea breeze.
With a final, teasing lick through her center, he rose out of the sand like a buried treasure, his cock jutting proudly from his hips, its dusky, veined length making her mouth water. She’d never been one to really enjoy giving oral sex, but Logan was different. The intimacy of it aroused her, and maybe she imagined it, but she swore that after she’d swallowed him, a tingly sensation had overwhelmed her as if every nerve ending was an erogenous zone on its own.
Probably the sex demon DNA.
She waited to be repulsed. Or disgusted. But there was nothing but bliss. Truly, she didn’t care about his background or his family tree. What mattered washim.
Oh, and the way he slowly covered her, his thickly muscled shoulders rolling as he braced himself in the sand on one elbow and gripped her butt with his other hand, raising her hips to meet his.
His arousal sank deep, stretching and filling her in the best way. Her breasts rubbed against his chest, her nipples sending shocks of electricity to her sex. Everything went electric and wild as he started pumping into her, giving her what Keeley would have called “a proper fucking.”
A brief flash of sadness threatened the building passion, but she forced it away. She’d have plenty of time for that later.
As if he knew she’d strayed from the path, he dipped his head and kissed her, bringing her all the way into the moment so nothing else intruded. Everything around them, the ocean waves, the breeze through the trees, the warm sand that shifted under their bodies as they moved…it only enhanced, didn’t detract.
She came hard, crying out to the flawless blue sky as Logan peaked too, his shout of ecstasy sending her into another rippling contraction that spread through her body like a current.
Time stopped and started, stretched and contracted, until they lay still, only their chests heaving.
They remained like that for a long time until reality in the form of distant voices made her jackknife into an alarmed sitting position. “What was that?”
He reclined his long body on the sand, not concerned at all. He was still wearing his jeans, his sex lying heavy and spent against his belly, and for some reason, that made her smile despite the fact that she’d heard voices.
“It’s the Memitim. When Azagoth destroyed Sheoul-gra, they moved here. Their compound is to the south.”
She’d heard of the earthbound angels sired by Azagoth, but people in The Aegis seemed torn on whether their existence was fact or myth.
To the southwas a little too general for her, so she reached for her clothes. “Not that I don’t want to bask in what we just did, but…what are we going to do now?”
Sitting up, he tucked himself back into his pants and buttoned up. “I’ve got to find Draven, but I have to keep you safe too. You’re going to be his sole focus now. Between him and Lilith, I’m worried nowhere is secure enough.”
“Seriously? Not even here?”
“Ares’ island is probably the safest place in the world. But Sheoul-gra should have been too, and before Azagoth destroyed it, some of the Memitim were murdered in his realm. Where there’s a will, there’s a way.”
Logan’s comms beeped, and a message popped up. She couldn’t read it, but she could read him.
It was bad news.
Cujo?
Oh, God. She swallowed dryly, her hand over her mouth as his face drained of blood.
“Logan?”
“We have to go.”
“What is it?”
“It’s my mom. She’s at Underworld General.” His voice shattered. “She’s losing the baby.”
Chapter Thirty-Seven
