I took him in my mouth, making my caresses hard, then soft, then harder still, until his eyes burned violet, and he trembled beneath me. But every time Owen was ready to let go, I brought him back down, just a little bit, before amping up his need once more.
Again and again, I did this. Hard, then soft. Quick, then slow. Playful, then seductive. I used every trick I knew to bring my lover as much pleasure as possible. Maybe it was selfish, but I wanted him to remember this. I wanted him to remember the way I made him feel and how good we were together. I wanted to do everything in my power to erase the memory of Salina from his body, his mind, and most especially his heart.
I
“Gin,” Owen rasped, the raw, aching desire apparent in his voice. “Gin.”
I grabbed the condom from where he’d placed it on the nightstand and unrolled it over him, still teasing, still caressing, still sliding my fingers over him.
But Owen had other ideas. He reached up and drew me down on top of him. He crushed his mouth to mine and plunged a finger deep inside me. I gasped as he stroked me, hard then soft, fast then slow, over and over again until I was shuddering with the same pleasure he was.
“Two can play this game,” Owen murmured in a sly, satisfied voice. “I don’t know about you, but it’s one of my very favorite games. I love the way you respond to me. I love the way you feel against me.”
All I could do was clutch his shoulders and ride the wave of desire pulsing through me.
But it wasn’t enough, and I rose up above him, then sank down, taking him deep inside me. Owen’s hands wrapped around my hips, and he urged me on, urged me to give us both the pleasure we wanted, the pleasure we needed.
I took him deeper and rode him harder until we were locked together as tightly, as closely, as two people could be. The whole bed shook with our frenzied movements, and, still, it wasn’t enough.
And when we finally reached that sweet, sweet pinnacle of pleasure, we exploded over the edge together —our desire finally satisfied and perhaps our hearts a little lighter too.
At least for this moment.
I must have been more worn out than I’d thought, because sometime after Owen and I finished making love, I fell asleep, nestled in his strong arms. My eyes still closed, I stretched, feeling completely, happily sated, and reached over for him. I didn’t know about Owen, but I was ready for round two, maybe three—
Instead of the warm body I’d expected to find, my hands only met empty air and cold sheets.
My eyes snapped open. “Owen?”
No response.
I sat up, but my lover wasn’t in the bedroom or the adjoining bathroom. He was probably just somewhere else in the mansion, snacking in the kitchen maybe. Still, something about the silence seemed ominous.
I picked up my clothes from where they had fallen onto the floor and quickly dressed. I left the bedroom and went to Owen’s office, with its wall of weapons, but he wasn’t there. The foreboding feeling welled up inside me like a storm cloud gathering strength. I searched the rest of the first floor of the mansion, but he was nowhere to be seen.
Finally, I came across Eva sitting at the kitchen table, a piece of paper in her hand and a stricken look on her face.
“Eva? What’s wrong?”
She looked at me, and somehow I knew what she was going to say even before the words left her mouth.
“It’s Owen. He’s gone.”
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I frowned. “Gone? What do you mean Owen’s gone?”
She waved the paper at me. “I mean I came home from class, and I found this on the kitchen table. Here. Read it for yourself.”
I took it from her and realized that it was actually expensive stationery. The cream-colored paper smelled faintly of a sweet, cloying, floral scent—and it had Salina’s mermaid rune embossed in blue-green ink across the top. But it was the handwritten message below that chilled me to the bone.
I didn’t know what was more disturbing—the fact that Salina had threatened to kill me or that she’d signed the letter like a love-struck teenage girl. Then again, that was what she was when it came to Owen—obsessed and determined to get him back no matter what. I couldn’t help but think that if Salina couldn’t have Owen, then she would be more than happy to make sure that no one had him, especially me.
And Owen had walked right into her sticky web once more. I knew he’d gone to the water elemental to protect me from her threat, even if it meant putting himself in harm’s way, but anger spiked through me just the same, that he’d left without telling me what was going on. Owen thought he could get through to Salina, that he could convince her get help, but he was wrong. I just hoped I could get to him in time—and bury the bitch once and for all.
“Damn and double damn,” I cursed. “When did you find this?”
“About five minutes ago. His car was pulling out when I was coming in.”
I looked at the clock on the wall. I’d fallen asleep in Owen’s arms around one, and it was after seven. No doubt Owen was on his way to Salina’s estate right now. I cursed again.
“I told you,” Eva said in a cold, accusing voice. “I warned you about Salina—and Owen too.”
I sighed. “Yes, you did. Don’t worry, Eva. I’m going after Owen. I’ll get him back—”
The front door of the mansion banged open.
“Are you expecting Violet or one of your other friends?” I asked in a low voice, already moving toward the butcher block on the counter and grabbing two of the knives there. I’d left my weapons in the bedroom when I’d come searching for Owen.
Eva shook her head, her eyes wide. I gestured for her to get down on the far side of the kitchen table, where she’d be out of sight, while I crept up to the doorway, ready to deal with whomever had decided to barge in unannounced. No matter what her note said, no matter what she promised him, I wouldn’t put it past Salina to lure Owen away from the mansion and send some of her giant bodyguards to try to take me—or even Eva— out.
Loud, quick footsteps sounded in the hall, heading in our direction. My hands tightened around the knives, ready to cut down whomever was coming my way—
Finn hurried into the kitchen, walking right by my hiding spot, a thick manila folder in his hand. “Gin! Gin, are you here?”
“Right behind you,” I said.
Finn shrieked and whirled around. I winced at the high-pitched sound.
“Dammit, woman.” He clutched the folder to his chest. “Are you trying to give me a heart attack?”
“No, but it serves you right for walking in here unannounced. Come on out, Eva. It’s just Finn.”
Eva got to her feet and gave my foster brother an amused look. Finn winced, realizing she’d heard him shriek, but he still gave her a saucy wink anyway. He was rather incorrigible that way.
I stepped around him and slid the knives back into their slots in the butcher block. “Next time, I’d knock, if I were you. You almost got stabbed.”
He shook his head. “That’s the least of my problems right now. And yours too.”
“What do you mean?”
