“I’ve never known anyone like you,” he whispered into her ear before dragging his tongue along her lobe. “Never needed to touch, taste, feel anyone the way I do with you.”
“Good,” she sighed and wondered if she were saying that to his words, or to the way his fingers moved expertly in and out of her.
She was on fire with need and giddy with power, a combo she wasn’t used to but that she was more than willing to ride.
Ride. Yes, she wanted to be on top of him. Wanted him buried deep inside of her while she rode him to their combined pleasure. Without a second thought she dropped the dagger to the floor and lifted her shirt up and over her head.
Steele followed her lead, easing his hand out of her pants and backing up to remove his clothes. When they were both naked and he reached for her, Ravyn pushed him back to a chair that was close to the wall near the bathroom. He sat with a thump and she straddled him before he could speak.
His dick was hard and jutted upward as if waiting for her to join it. She didn’t make it wait long, instantly positioning herself over the straining tip and dropping down until he was completely inside of her.
“Fuck!” Steele groaned.
“Yeah,” she said. “That’s what I want.”
And that’s what she got as she braced her hands on his shoulders and began working her hips over his dick. He was pumping fast, meeting her stroke for stroke. His hands were on her hips, fingers digging into her skin.
Then her mind exploded with alarm and she attempted to push away from him. “No.” She shook her head. “No condom. Dammit! We got carried away before and didn’t have one and now this.”
“Drakon are immune to human diseases,” he said, his hands at her waist, easing her down over his length once more.
Her eyes widened. “And you couldn’t have told me this before?” The answer to that question was no, because before she hadn’t known he was a Drakon.
“Are part-witches immune too?”
“Don’t know,” he said and thrust up into her again. “Doesn’t matter.”
She circled her hips, relished the feel of him inside her and decided what he’d said was true. “Yeah, I guess you’re right.”
“Beautiful,” he moaned. “You. Are. Beautiful.”
She loved to hear him talk when he was inside of her. Loved the sound of his moans and groans, of him cursing with how good it felt to him. Their joining made a loud and erotic sound. She was so wet and he was willingly sliding in and out of her until pleasure rippled along every one of her nerve endings.
“More,” she told him. “I need to feel more.”
“I got you, baby. I got you.”
And he did have her, even after her legs began to tremble from the voracious ride she’d taken with him, Steele simply lifted her up, with her legs around his waist and moved them until he had her back against the wall. He took control then, and she didn’t mind one bit as he pumped into her fiercely even as his mouth found hers for his tongue to plunder. She wrapped her arms around his neck, holding his head down tight to hers as his dick eased in and out of her, pressing past her muscles that tightened around him, sliding through her slickness that dripped down to the floor.
Her back slammed against the wall but there was no pain, only sublime pleasure, and when he tore his lips away from hers to run his teeth along the line of her jaw she yelled out, enjoying the trickle of pain and then pleasure. His fingers were digging into her ass so tight she wanted to scream but instead she came in a jolt that seized her entire body. Her eyes closed and bursts of light lined her lids. She hummed in lieu of screaming because her voice just wouldn’t work.
“Together,” he groaned, his face pressing into her neck. “Better. Together.”
There was no lie there. This was the best she’d ever had, more than she could have ever imagined and something she couldn’t fathom losing. And it was theirs, together.
He pumped deep and hard and groaned as his release took him.
“Together,” she sighed. “We’re better together.”
Chapter Sixteen
Cemeteries were creepy as hell when she was just a human. Now that she was part witch, the hairs on the back of her neck still stood on end the second they were out of the truck and walking through the dilapidated iron gates of Burgess Memorial Cemetery. At four a.m. it was dark with a thick layer of fog draped over the scene because it had to appear as scary as possible for any of this to make sense.
“Bleu says there’s a tomb down about thirty feet to the left. The name on it is Adele Gray Walsh.” Reese read the information from the communicator on his left arm.
“My mother’s tomb,” she said quietly.
General Walsh had never visited his wife’s grave, as far as she knew. And he’d never mentioned to her where her mother was buried.
“We’ll go around the side,” Steele said and then nodded to Reese and Magnum. “You two take the front.”
“What do you want me to do?” Ziva asked.
When they’d arrived back at the Towers Theo informed Steele that Ziva would be with them. The blue-eyed leader didn’t mention Enes or the blood on Ziva’s shirt and nobody else asked about it either. Ravyn didn’t know if that was good or bad.
It was quiet as she fell into step beside Steele. He’d already told her a dozen times to stay close to him and she’d agreed that she would. There was no use arguing with him, especially since she had no clue what she was doing or what to expect on a mission like this. And she was calling it a mission because she didn’t know what
