With him, she was herself, and shockingly, that appeared to be enough for him.
She sat up, gasping as he sank even deeper inside her. His strong hands gripped her waist, supporting her. When she opened her eyes, she found his gaze worshipping her body. “You’re so sexy,” he whispered.
And she believed him. Until tonight, she’d never felt it. Not really.
She lay over him, working her hips along his shaft faster as she nipped at his earlobe. “How close are you now?”
He turned his head, catching her lips. God, his crooked smile did her in. “Very close…” His hand moved between them, his fingertips toying with her core. “Come with me, love.”
Between the rumble of his deep voice, the stroking of his fingers, and the frenzied thrusts of their hips, she was a goner.
Her inner muscles clenched tight around him, her fingernails digging into his shoulders as her orgasm flooded her. Drake grabbed her ass with his free hand, clamping their bodies together as he exploded deep inside her.
For a few seconds, she couldn’t move. Her entire body tingled with energy, with a flurry of conflicting emotions she wasn’t willing to examine. She collapsed onto his chest, pressing a sweaty kiss over his heart. “That was…I…no words.”
He chuckled, kissing her hair and wrapping his arms around her. “Aye.”
His heartbeat, strong and steady in her ear, became a lullaby. Her eyes drifted closed.
Chapter Fifteen
David peered around the rusted shed and lifted the infrared binoculars to his eyes. A hundred yards away, the coven meeting was about to begin. One by one the women in black cloaks approached with small torches in hand. They formed a circle with the new initiate in the center, Agent Henderson. Finally, the high priestess came into view. Her crimson-red robe flowed behind her as she strode to join the coven with a purposeful stride.
This was a woman with a mission.
David scanned the area for any sign of the figurehead, but other than the stands for the torches and the pentagram in the center crafted from gnarled tree branches, he didn’t see anything of importance. He hadn’t really expected to. They wouldn’t trust a new initiate with such a big secret. Not right away. But he’d still hoped to catch a break.
The hesitation in Agent Henderson’s eyes when she got out of the car haunted him. She had a bad feeling about this mission, and now he did, too.
A cold chill ran up his back as a solid round barrel of a gun pressed against his kidney. “What the fuck are you doing here?”
“I could ask you the same thing.” David glanced over his shoulder to find Greyson, the master gunner of the Sea Dog. He frowned and kept his voice hushed. “This is government business. No place for a pirate.”
Greyson holstered his weapon. “One of my crew is being driven mad by a coven of witches. I’d say that makes this my business.”
David kept his attention on the ceremony. “How did you find me?”
“Our newest crew member did some online digging for me to help locate a new coven in town. Harmony, you remember her?”
The pirate knew damned well David remembered her. Harmony Andrews used to work with the Digi Robins. She was also an experienced computer hacker. “I’ve got the situation under control. You need to back off.”
Greyson stepped up beside him. “Someone left an evil eye at Heather’s house. Drake fancies her, so I’ve been patrolling her place. He’s worried they’ll come for her next.”
David cursed under his breath. He’d warned her the pirate would put her in danger. He wanted to pretend the rush of emotion was just concern for her safety, but that didn’t stop him from imagining her in another man’s arms. He had no right to be jealous. He’d walked out on her when things got too complicated and secrets were too difficult to keep.
In spite of his reasons for ending their relationship, a part of him still cared for her on a deeper level than a typical subcontractor for Department 13.
He cleared his throat to be sure his voice would remain even. “This coven is hiding a dangerous relic. I have an undercover agent in there to help me find the weapon and lock it in the vault. I don’t need an immortal pirate for backup.”
“You’re a pompous ass.” Greyson chuckled, but his eyes were cold. “I’m not here to back up anyone, least of all you. Tonight I’m a messenger, but if they attack Drake or Heather again, I’ll be their executioner.”
He crept around the edge of the shed before David could grab him. Fuck. This should’ve been a simple undercover retrieval, but it was going south. Rapidly.
David lifted the wireless mic to his lips and whispered, “We’ve got company. One of the immortal pirates is here, and he’s a fucking loose cannon. Stay alert. I’ve got your back.”
Agent Henderson tugged down on the front of her hood, signaling she heard his message. Good. Under the robe, she was armed, too. She’d protect herself if everything went to shit.
But they could lose their only chance to grab the Flying Dutchman’s figurehead.
Greyson disappeared into the shadows, and David pursued him all the while doing his best to keep focused on the high priestess. For now, all her attention was centered on Agent Henderson.
He pushed himself faster, trying to maintain a silent approach. Finding some good cover, he ducked behind a massive live oak tree and lifted his binoculars again for a better look. He’d lost Greyson along the way, but for now, the leader of the coven was more important.
The witch leader lowered the agent’s hood before taking a step back and addressing the rest of the coven. “Tonight our circle is complete and our
