I made him promise to tag me if there was trouble.
YOU'LL BE IN THE FIRST FIVE, he cheekily promised.
"Business?" Ethan asked, as I sat on the edge of the bed, one leg curled beneath me, the phone in hand.
"Jonah," I said, fingers finishing my equally snarky good-bye.
Ethan growled, a manly display meant to remind me he still wasn't thrilled about my ties to the tall, auburn-haired, and handsome guard captain.
"He's my partner," I reminded him. "And you've already consented to that."
"I'm aware of what he is, Sentinel. Just as I'm aware of what you are to me."
The sun peeked above the horizon only seconds before Ethan's hands were on me, stripping me of clothing and inciting my body to flame. His mouth enveloped mine, then my neck, my breasts, my bare stomach, before he extended the length of his body over mine and chained my wrists above my head with his hands.
"You are mine," he said, with a wicked spark in his eyes that sent a thrill down my spine.
"You don't own me," I reminded him, arcing my body just enough to prove the point.
"No," he agreed, his lips so soft, playing at the edges of my breast. "We own each other. I am your Master. And you are my Sentinel."
He wasted no time; I hadn't needed any. "Mine," he said, plunging inside me, plundering my body, demanding everything I had to offer, and then more.
"Mine," he growled, as pleasure bloomed across my body like a living thing, as cold as ice and as hot as fire, emptying my mind and soul of anything but Ethan. His mind, his soul, his body, and the word he murmured over and over again.
"Mine," he said, each word a promise, a declaration, a thrust. "Mine," he said through gritted teeth, passion riding him as it had me.
"Mine," he said, kissing me with such ferocity I tasted blood, the magic rising between us as he thrust fiercely and groaned like an animal as pleasure swamped him.