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His hand came around the back of my neck, holding me there, our eyes locked as he fucked me. No. As he made love to me, showing a restraint so beautiful it made me want to cry. As much as I craved all things distinctlyRook.His rough touch. The sharp bite of blades on skin. This hurt just as much, but in a different way.
I could feel myself unraveling as he thrust into me, pausing to roll his hips, grinding into my clit, making me tremble in his grip.
He looked down between us, at the joining of our bodies, his eyes heavy lidded. His grip on me changing, tightening as he struggled to contain his baser instincts.
“Fuck, Ghost, you feel so good.”
He let out a little growl and the sounds of his pleasure started the quickening sensation low in my belly, making me move with him, pushing him faster, harder.
“Oh god, Rook,” I moaned, licking my lips as my back slammed into the shelving behind me again and again.
“Fuck,” Rook hissed, lifting me away from the shelves, wrapping my legs around his hips, holding me up with hands locked under my ass as he guided me up and down on his cock, our bodies rubbing together just fucking right.
I grinded against him, using my thighs to hold myself up as I rode him standing.
“That’s it, Ghost, take it. Take it all.”
His breathy exhalation against my ear send shivers down my spine, igniting the fuse, and I came so hard I had to stuff my face into his shoulder to muffle the sound of my screams. Rook grunted as he poured into me, his hold on my hips turning violent as he thrust his last with my name a whispered promise on his lips.
I came aroundwith a weight on my chest and a thudding in my skull. My jaw tightened at the persistent and fucking obnoxious ache that didn’t seem to want to quit. My body sank deeply into the thin hospital mattress, left arm numb.
Despite my distaste for the aftereffects, I clicked the switch in my hand with prickling fingers, giving myself another small dose of morphine.
A sigh left my lips and the weight on my chest shifted, sending a stream of fresh blood into the dead arm. Dark hair brushed against my chin and I blinked, forcing my burning eyes to open, my lips parting.
Her body curled against mine on the small bed, a leg tossed over my thigh. Her arm across my chest. Head in the crook of my arm. My chest tightened, a different sort of ache twisting deep there, making my throat burn.
I discarded the morphine switch and wrapped my arms around her, feeling her sleeping body adjust to my movement, nuzzling in deeper. I suppressed a hard sob, not wanting to wake her.
Not wanting to wakeme,in case this was a dream.
Jesusfuck,it better not be a dream.
I bent my head to hers, pressing my lips to the top of her head, breathing her in. Her sharp spring herb and sandalwood scent was almost entirely overpowered by hospital soap and something sour, but it was there. I couldn’t dream that up.
This was real.
They found her.
They brought her back like they promised. And they did it entirely without my help.
I peered through blurred vision over my Sparrow’s head, catching Grey’s eye where he sat in the corner of the room. He nodded slow, but I could see the strain still in his face. In his clenched fists on the armrests of the chair. It wasn’t over. They brought her home, but Drake was still out there.
The Kings were still on our doorstep and there was no telling if they’d walk away or use a battering ram to try to knock down our defenses and take everything we had left.
I let out a shaky breath and nodded back.
My Sparrow let out a little whine of discomfort, shifting, pulling her arm in close. The arm covered in a thick coating of bandages and gauze from her wrist up to her elbow. Angry red skin poked out from the top edge of the bandage that’d slipped since it’d been applied and my stomach twisted.
Rook crashed through the door, making Ava Jade spring up like a fucking jack in the box with a gasp on her lips. I sent him a scathing glare as he righted himself, a drink tray filled with iced coffee in one hand and a greasy paper bag in the other.
“Sorry,” he grunted, pacing to the window to throw back the curtains to a bright and blazing afternoon.
“What the fuck, Rook?” Grey shielded his eyes, and I averted mine, the pain in my head that’d only just started to numb from the morphine returning in full force.
“Rook,” I growled, and the blinds closed again.
“What? It’s dark as fuck in here.”
