He lifted above her, holding one thigh as the other hand worked her where his mouth had just been. The pressure was building, and she wasn’t sure how much longer she would last. He hadn’t even entered her yet. What would she do then? The passion was almost more than she could bear.
“Oz, I can’t…”
“You can’t what?”
His fingers slowed, but didn’t stop the rhythm.
Her breathing eased, but her mind fogged. What was it she couldn’t do?
“Ronnie?” Oz whispered in her ear. “What can’t you do?” He purred, and it vibrated throughout her entire body.
She couldn’t remember why she was protesting so much. Her body responded to his every touch. “Nothing. I’m good.”
“I can finish now?” His fingers never stopped rubbing her core.
“Yes,” she panted out.
She grew wetter with every stroke. Her orgasm was close, so very close and just like that he removed his fingers. Ronnie groaned out her displeasure, but that lasted only a moment.
Oz slid his finger back inside her moving in and out of her repeatedly, then placed his mouth over the bud at the top of her sex and sucked.
Ronnie nearly jumped off the bed. “Oz. Oh, my God. That feels so good.”
He used his tongue deftly as he licked and swirled through her folds. The pressure built and built until finally her orgasm rippled through her body and she covered her mouth to keep from letting the entire motel know what had just happened.
Oz crawled up the bed and cradled her in his arms. She wanted to tell him that was mind-blowing, fantastic, and earth-shattering. Instead, she yawned and curled deeper into his natural body heat. He was like a little furnace, and before she knew it, she fell into a sound sleep. And for the first time since her mother was alive, she felt safe.
A soft orange light illuminated the edges of the curtains. It was almost time. Oz had only slept an hour or so. He needed more, but he was always too wired before a battle. And he had no delusions. This would be a battle.
“You’re up,” Ronnie said from behind him.
He turned with a small smile, but it widened when the sheet slipped to reveal her bountiful breasts. They seemed to call to him, and he pounced. With grace, speed and agility, he was across the room and on top of her in two steps. He needed to taste her, kiss her, touch her.
He leaned in and kissed her neck and inhaled the scent that was uniquely Ronnie. He pulled away for just a moment to admire all of her curves and bask in her beauty. The top sheet pooled at her waist and he couldn’t help but reach out for the luscious nipple that seemed to perk up the moment he looked at them. Ronnie fell back just out of reach. With her arms above her head, she looked like a goddess. One he was about to devour.
The door opened, and bright sunlight flooded the room. Ronnie gasped with wide eyes toward the open door. Oz’s hand touched the bed and as quick as a snap, Ronnie appeared to be dressed, blocking out her actual nudity from the intruder.
“Don’t move,” Oz whispered to Ronnie. “You might flash him.”
Ronnie nodded slowly, staring at the realistic clothes she now had on.
“You guys…” Kitty walked through the door, then froze, eyeing them suspiciously. “Ready to go?”
“Don’t you knock?” Oz didn’t move from the bed. When using his power in such a small space, like covering one person with clothes, it worked best when he didn’t move too much.
“I’ll wait outside.” Kit slowly stepped back out of the room.
“Good idea.”
Once the door closed, Oz moved his hand, and the illusion faded away.
“What did you just do?”
“As a shifter, some of us have special abilities. I can create illusions.”
“That looked so real.” She looked down at herself. “My clothes—”
“Yeah, an older lady brought these for you while you were sleeping.” Oz grabbed the jeans and t-shirt and hoodie from the side chair. “Hurry up and get dressed, then we’ll go over the game plan.”
Ronnie slid off the bed with the bedsheet held in a tight fist over her breasts, then grabbed the clean clothes from him.
“Thanks,” she said shyly, before hurrying off to the bathroom.
He’d seen all of her, but she wasn’t quite ready to parade around in the buff in front of him just yet. But she would… soon enough.
About ten minutes later, the front door opened a little.
A fully dressed Ronnie pulled it open wider. “Come on in, Kit.”
At the bed, Oz pulled his leather duster on over his cut. He opened the inside front and pulled out four six-inch throwing knives from an inside band and slid them back. He checked both sides.
“What’s the plan?” Kitty looked at Oz, who was still pulling knives from every conceivable spot in his coat.
“What about the bus?”
“Six has Clutch driving the bus down. He should be here in two hours.”
“Two hours! Shit, that’s too late. This thing is about to go down now.”
“I told you. I can handle that part,” Ronnie chimed in.
Oz didn’t like that she would hot-wire a truck from the parking lot, but they needed the wheels. Not being a hypocrite or anything, he just wanted his woman’s hands to stay clean. Lord knows he’s done some things he wasn’t proud of that were far from legal.
“So?”
“Dammit, fine.”
Ronnie gave him a tight smile. “I won’t screw it up. I’ll need five minutes when we’re ready.”
“What’s happening?” Kitty looked between them.
Oz waved at Ronnie in a “You tell him” way.
“I’m going to borrow,” she used air quotes, “a vehicle from the parking lot and I will return it before they
