“Smooth.” She reached for the button on his jeans and yanked it free. The disc flew into the far wall. Shimmying down his lap, she tugged the material free when he lifted his butt. Then she straddled him again, nude as could be.
Ice cream had pooled along her collarbone, so he obliged her by licking her clean. She chuckled and tilted her pelvis along his engorged shaft. She was wet and ready, and he couldn’t help but grin. They’d always been so intense, the sudden playfulness intrigued him. Even so, nothing could’ve prevented him from lifting her by the hips to settle down onto his cock.
Her eyes widened as he slowly lowered her, allowing her tight sheath to accommodate his size.
Finally, her butt hit his thighs.
He blew out air, fire flashing through his balls. Control. He needed to keep control or this would be over way too quickly.
She sighed softly, her inner thighs pressing against his legs.
Then her fingers dug into his ribs again.
He jumped, his cock scraping her internal walls. The need to pound roared through his blood. “Stop that.”
“No.” Leaning forward, tilting her body, she tickled him harder.
So he lifted her and then dropped her along his shaft.
She gasped, her eyes widening. “I do like that.” Pressing her knees into the couch, she lifted herself and then dropped back down. He groaned, and she grinned, full of fun. The sprite did it again.
His control snapped. Grabbing her hips, he turned and flattened her on the couch, thrusting hard. Her legs wrapped around him, her hands dug into his biceps, and she met each thrust with one of her own. The smile remained on her pretty face.
He grinned back, pounding harder, the need to come shoving every other thought from his head.
Gliding his finger along her lips, he shoved it inside her heated mouth. She sucked, the feeling shooting straight to his dick. Then, he removed his finger and drew a wet trail between her breasts, over her abs, along her mound . . . to twirl around her clit.
She arched against him, her eyes widening, her body thrown into an orgasm that gripped him tighter than a vise. Seconds later, his balls drew tight, and he erupted.
Seconds, minutes, maybe a lifetime later, he finally relaxed against her. Their upper chests stuck together. He laughed and picked her up. “Back to the kitchen, my ice cream fiend.”
She sighed and tucked her face into his neck.
Home. Jase held her close and wondered. Could this be home? He set her on the counter and reached for paper towels to clean their chests. Then he carried her toward the bedroom so he could get dressed.
She lay on the bed, her eyes sated. “Where are you going?”
“I need to lock the gym but I’ll be right back.” He should work out, but he’d rather grapple in bed some more with Brenna. “I promise.”
She stretched like a lazy cat. “I’ll be here.”
“I’ll hurry.” And he would.
Jase all but jogged out of the house, his heart lighter than it had been in years. The moon guided his way, soft and bright. He had to lock the gym just in case some of the younger kids got curious. There were too many weapons in there to play with.
He’d reached the pathway before Conn bellowed his name. Something in the tone chilled him to the bone. He turned and broke into a run without thinking, halting in front of his brother. Heavy boot steps echoed, and he pivoted to see Dage running toward him.
“What?” he asked.
Fury lit Dage’s eyes. “We have confirmation that a squad of demons found the Kurjans. They’ve taken Garrett.”
Chapter 23
All thought and sound screeched to a stop in Jase’s head. His vision narrowed to a tunnel. His heart rate actually slowed. “No.”
“Yes.” Dage pushed inside the lodge and slid open a keypad. A hidden door opened to reveal a large armory. “We traced the message to the warehouse district in Seattle.”
Jase yanked a vest over his head. “Why did the demons take Garrett?”
“Doesn’t matter.” Dage tied a knife sheath to his leg.
Jase stilled. “They’ll want a trade. They want me.”
“I said it doesn’t matter.” Dage tightened his bulletproof vest. “You’re staying here to guard headquarters.”
“No, I’m not.” Jase reached for a knife long enough to decapitate a demon in one slice. “I spent five years with them. Five years learning how to counter their mind attacks. You need me.”
“I can’t afford you right now,” Dage said grimly. “Sorry.”
Conn grabbed Dage’s arm. “Jase is right. We need all the help we can get countering their attacks. Somebody has to keep a clear head.”
Dage stepped into Conn’s space. “Jase hasn’t had a clear head in five years.”
Jase cleared his throat. “I’m standing right here, assholes.” He slipped the knife along his leg. “I know I’ve been on edge, and that I screwed up last time. But I’m dealing, and I’m focused. Plus, I’m an excellent decoy considering the demons want me back.”
Dage turned his head. “Why? Why do they want you so badly?”
“Willa wants me.” Just the words burned down his throat. The fucking female demon had tried to seduce him more times than he could count, and he’d almost fallen into her trap. “Her brother probably just wants me dead.”
“If you screw this up, I’ll kill you myself—and no bringing the Degoller Stars,” Dage muttered. “Everyone else is arming themselves underground. We meet at the helicopters in ten minutes.” He turned and jogged toward the doorway. “Take a moment and say good-bye to loved ones. This is going to get ugly.”
Conn grabbed another gun and pierced Jase with a look. “Don’t make me regret backing your play. If you do screw up, Dage won’t get the chance to kill you before I do.” Without another word, he turned and ran into the night.
Jase swallowed. Two death threats in the span of a minute. Not a bad night, all in all. While he wanted to bring the decapitating stars, he understood Dage’s insistence on adhering to the treaty. Those stars killed vampires as easily as demons. He headed into the night, turning toward his home. What was left of it, anyway.
He found Brenna sitting on a bench overlooking the tumultuous sea. Moonlight glinted off her hair, bathing her like a goddess. The moment hurt. His chest ached.
“So you’re going to fight demons,” she said softly.
“Yes.”
She shook her head. “Do you think you’re ready?”
Hell, no. He’d never be ready. “Yes.”
She stood to face him, her head not reaching his chin. “If I asked you not to go?”
His mouth opened but no sound emerged.
She nodded. “That’s what I thought.”
“I have to go. It’s Garrett.” Surely she understood.
“Yes, I know.” She reached up and palmed his jaw.
Everything in him wanted to lean into her touch. To lose himself in her. So he remained still. “I’ll return by dawn.”
“You’ll save Garrett. I’m sure of it.” Her gray eyes glowed with an ethereal glimmer in the moonlight. For the first time, he saw the lineage of witches in her. Powerful, beautiful, feminine witches who harnessed the moon.
