A man in a red coat paused as we passed, his eyes widening, clearly responding to a naked and bleeding man carrying a woman through the hallway like Tarzan. “Not here.”
I tightened my hold around his neck and ran my lips down the shell of his ear. “I can’t wait much longer.”
“I know. I…” He shook his head, his breathing ragged. “Almost to our room. I didn’t want us to claim each other in enemy territory, but…”
“It’s happening.”
“Yes,” he growled, and he staggered into the wall, his knees nearly giving out.
I sucked in the fevered skin of his neck. “I lo—”
“No! Not here. Not yet, baby. Please. Not yet.”
“Why not yet?” My voice was thick and sultry. “You saved me. You gave a blood price. You appeased the beast.” I sucked in his earlobe. “I want to fu—”
“No, no, no—” He staggered again, crushing me to his chest, nearly going down. “I’m not going to make it,” he murmured, barely loud enough to hear.
I laughed, emotion gushing through me. Power. Desire.
“Oh God,” Austin breathed, reaching our front door and kicking it open. On the other side, he kicked it closed again. He pushed off the frame, his hand beneath my shirt, holding me up, cradling me. Panting, he settled next to it. “Do the ward. Hurry.”
Passion built. Expectation. My core throbbed, and pleasure unfurled from every point of contact between us, driving me to the brink.
Breathing heavily, barely able to focus, I laid the ward. My people could come in but no one else.
“Good,” I said, pulling his face up so I could suck in his bottom lip.
He groaned and staggered toward our room, pushing it closed with his backside and then ripping at my clothes, tearing off my shirt and shoving down my jeans and panties.
“Now,” he said, stilling for a moment, his eyes dazed and soaked with feeling and passion. His presence inside my chest was more comforting now than it had ever been.
This felt right. What was happening felt right.
“I love you, Austin,” I said, and tears came to my eyes. “I trust you. I cherish you. My heart is safe in your hands. The other Ivy House heirs chose men who wanted to be more powerful. Men who wanted their woman to stoop lower so that they could stand taller. But you’ve always tried to build me up. Even when I don’t feel I need it, you put me above yourself. I’m lucky to have you. I’ve always been lucky to have you. I love you.”
He pulled me to him with a hand at the back of my neck, his kiss hard and insistent. When he let up, I had to catch my breath.
“I love you too,” he said. “It’s been a long road for me, finding you. Finding my mate. But it was worth it, because I appreciate you so much more. I appreciate what you mean to my life. You’re the light in my darkness. You’re my hope in a bleak world. You’re the reason I strive to reach my true potential. You make me a better man, Jacinta Ironheart. With you in my life, there is nothing holding me back.”
A tear slipped down my cheek, and I ran my thumb across his stubble. “Mate.”
“Your beast has chosen. Shall we…consummate the pairing?”
“Is that how it goes?”
“I honestly have no idea. That’s not something I ever wanted to ask my brother.”
I laughed as he walked me back to the bed, and then that thing down deep—my gargoyle—growled for him. I craved him like I hadn’t craved anyone ever in my life.
“Austin—”
I didn’t need to say anything more. He settled between my legs and found my center, entering me slowly but quickly speeding up. I clutched his back, swiveling my hips up to meet him. Our bodies clashed together again and again, the bed rocking beneath us. Our fevered breathing filling the room. Magic flowered and rolled around us, vibrated between us, sank down deep.
I groaned, pushed higher. Striving harder. Filled over and over, not able to get enough but almost too much. Too hard. Too good. Too—
I cried out with the release, shaking beneath him. He quaked above me, digging his face into my neck, nipping me softly.
“Why didn’t you fight earlier?” he asked as he slowly plunged into me, starting up again. “Why didn’t you do any magic?”
“I realized who he was, and since I can only really do defensive spells or kill shots without my hands—nothing with finesse—I figured I’d wait for you.