another fantasy, Myst grounded herself by grasping his shoulders, and concentrated on the stark beauty of his face. The elegant features that were flushed with passion, the satin darkness of his hair that fell across his forehead, and the bronze fire of his eyes.
There would never be another male who could replace him.
The thought had barely formed when he plunged into her wet channel with one hard surge of his hips.
She made a sound of shock at the sensation of being conquered. Possessed with a ruthless intimacy.
As if they were one.
He held perfectly still, their gazes tangled as something seemed to pass between them. An emotion she refused to name.
“You are so perfect,” he finally groaned, slowly beginning to thrust in and out of her. He watched her face, his sweat-drenched body trembling. “Are you okay?”
She nodded, unable to speak.
He muttered beneath his breath as he spread her legs even wider. Then, surging forward, he impaled her with a fierce, unrelenting pace.
She sank her nails into his back, arching to meet his hard thrusts. A swelling hunger raced through her as her body easily accepted his invasion. He dipped his head down to claim her mouth with an openmouthed kiss.
He was dominating and raw and intense in his passion.
And she loved it. Myst wrapped her legs around his pistoning hips, astonished to discover another massive orgasm was rapidly clenching her lower muscles.
“Christ, I’ve missed you, cara,” he muttered against her lips, their bodies moving together with a primitive force.
Her fingers tangled in his hair as his hands slipped beneath her butt to tilt her to an angle that allowed him to thrust even deeper.
His cock hit a magical spot she didn’t even realize she possessed, sending her vaulting over the edge, the orgasm ripping through her as she cried out his name in stunned pleasure.
* * *
Lana ignored the weariness that made her feet feel oddly clumsy as she walked down the long corridor. It was an unfamiliar sensation. Usually her power made her feel so buoyed with energy that she could barely sit still.
Of course, considering the amount of magic she’d used over the past few hours, it was amazing she had the strength to move at all. Most other witches would already have collapsed.
Concentrating on placing one foot in front of the other, she took the elevator downward, a file folder held in one hand. The bulk of Valhalla was hidden below the surface of the large pentagon-shaped structure above ground. The lowest level was reserved for the secretive Sentinels as well as the large stash of weapons they kept hidden from prying eyes. The levels in between were taken up by private apartments, offices, a hospital, gym, and a vast library.
Lana was headed to the second level where the Master of Gifts had claimed a dozen offices.
Calder, the current Master, was in charge of tracing high-bloods around the world. His people had a rare ability to sense even the smallest spark of power in others. Usually all they did was log the person in to a database that included their name and talent. There was no law that said a high-blood had to live at Valhalla or a satellite compound.
There were times, however, that a high-blood had to be brought in if their powers were a danger to themselves or others. Or if they’d broken the law.
When that was necessary, Calder would send a hunter Sentinel to track down the high-blood.
Almost as if the thought of Sentinels had conjured up their aggravating leader, Lana heard the sound of approaching footsteps and caught the unmistakable scent of raw male power.
Ridiculously, she kept moving forward, as if she could ignore the male rapidly gaining ground on her. She’d have better luck trying to ignore an impending avalanche.
Proving her point, she felt slender fingers grasp her upper arm, pulling her to an abrupt halt and turning her to confront Wolfe’s grim expression.
Treacherous heat spiked through her body at his touch even as she fiercely kept her face smoothed of all emotion. Every day it seemed harder and harder to control her reaction to this male.
“Wolfe.” She arched a brow. “Do you need something?”
The Tagos narrowed his eyes to ruthless slits. A sure sign he wasn’t happy. As if the heat that sizzled against her skin wasn’t warning enough.
“We need to speak.”
“Perhaps later.”
“Now.”
With an arrogance shocking even for this male, Wolfe was tugging her across the corridor and into an empty office. He closed the door behind them, reaching to snap