“Eat up,” he said as he settled in the chair between Lucian and Ildaria. Paws on his leg drew his attention down to H.D. then,and he scowled firmly. “We are eating. In your basket.”
H.D. hesitated, but then dropped back to all fours and moved morosely out into the living room to find his basket. Gruntingwith satisfaction, G.G. turned to his food. As he expected, the conversation died then as the three of them concentrated oneating.
Twelve
“That was good,” Lucian said as he pushed his plate away. “Thank you.”
G.G. smiled faintly, impressed that the man had remembered the “thank you” without prompting.
Standing up, Lucian glanced at Ildaria and announced, “I will return to the Enforcer house and inform the two men you injuredthat you have refused the invitation to return to the Dominican, Angelina. Then I will call Juan and try to persuade him toleave you alone.”
Ildaria nodded, but looked dubious. She obviously didn’t think a phone call was going to do it. Even one from Lucian.
G.G. opened his mouth, closed it, and then sat hesitating briefly. He knew his father had wanted to talk to Lucian himself, but finally he said, “My parents are on the way here. They are bringing the head of the UK Council with them. They want to end the situation once and for all, and want to work with you to do it.”
Lucian nodded, not looking the least surprised. G.G. supposed he’d already read that from his mind and just hadn’t commentedon it. Until now. “That is good. But I will still call. It might give me an idea of what Juan might try next now that hismen have failed to convince her to return with them.”
He left then. Without saying goodbye. The man just walked out of Ildaria’s apartment, leaving them staring after him. Definitelynot a people person, G.G. thought with amusement and then glanced at Ildaria. She had that sharp look about her again, thehunted, preparing and always watching for trouble. It had been there since she’d woken up. But now it was multiplied by ten.Her jaw was so tense he was surprised it wasn’t snapping under the pressure. He couldn’t imagine living like that for a day,let alone two hundred years.
There was only one thing likely to distract her from these worries and fears that had hounded her for so long, and she wouldbe helpless against it according to all the lore and tales he’d heard. At least, that was the excuse he gave himself for finallyinstigating the life mate sex.
Not sure what to expect, G.G. reached out and ran one finger, just one, lightly down her arm. It was only her arm. But bloodyhell, it was all that was needed.
Ildaria’s mouth slipped open on a small gasp, a visible shiver ran through her body and seemed to course into his as a shaft of pleasure zinged through him, and then her head swung around, her eyes targeting him like a heat-seeking missile.
G.G. stared into the growing gold among the brown of her eyes, and then touched her again, this time allowing his finger tocoast along the top of her bustier, riding the curve of her breast before dipping to the spot between them. He’d intendedto continue on over the second breast, but never got that far. This time it was a shudder they shared rather than a shiveras they both experienced the touch, and then they were kissing.
In their shared dreams their kisses had usually started out slow, a testing and tasting before it deepened into passion. Thiskiss was an explosion between them, mouths meshing and mashing, tongues searching, hands reaching, bodies straining as waveafter wave of mounting passion thundered through them both. It was out of control, scary as hell and fucking sublime, G.G.thought a little dazedly as he dragged Ildaria off her chair and into his lap.
Shared dreams were a limp biscuit next to this gastronomical feast. Every time and everywhere their bodies met or touched,G.G. felt it to his core. Her pleasure was his, and his was hers and then his again. It was bouncing between them like a tennisball on a court, beating at his mind, directing his actions, urging him on. He wanted her naked, but with the thundering pleasurepounding at his brain, stunning him, he couldn’t seem to manage the task, at least not quickly enough to satisfy the needhammering at him.
In the end, rather than remove her bustier, G.G. ended up just folding the cups down, freeing her breasts to his greedy attention. And dear God, he felt every lick, nip, and suckle at her nipples as if she were doing it to him, and it drove him wild, made him suck harder, pulling almost her entire breast into his mouth.
Meanwhile, his hands had moved on to her leather pants, searching for the expected zipper and opening in the front but findingnone. Frustrated by his inability to figure out how they undid, he moaned around her breast, and then groaned at the sensationthat sent through both of them. Bloody hell, it was madness.
It didn’t help that Ildaria was touching him too, her hands roaming what she could reach of his body and ratcheting up thesensation to even higher heights. When her hand found and squeezed the bulge in his jeans, G.G. froze under the sizzling onslaughtof sensation that shot through him. When it then bounced around inside him, like a pinball, making his nerve ends all reverberateto the point that the pleasure was almost painful, he just lost it. His mouth never leaving her breast, he stood, easing herto stand as well. G.G. then gripped the back waistband of her pants in one hand, and the front in the other, and pulled. Hehummed with triumph around her breast when he heard the satisfying ripping sound of success as he tore the seams wide open.
G.G. was so far gone that he didn’t even notice at first that Ildaria was helping to tear the leather away. When
