Mist's Edge (The Broken Lands #2) - T.A. White Page 0,157

at his fingers as she neared the point of no return. He was as hard as a rock, her soft gasps acting as an aphrodisiac.

Right as she was poised to hurdle over the cliff, he withdrew. He sat back on his heels and wiped his mouth, looking down at the beautiful mess in front of him. Her chest heaved and eyes he knew were spitting blue fire glared up at him. The fury was almost tangible in the air, feeding his own lust.

He placed his hands on either side of her and leaned forward. His cock hovered at her entrance. He couldn’t help it as it twitched, the randy bastard eager to dive into her warmth. He waited until her breathing had calmed, until she looked at him, until she had opened her mouth to blast him with her sharp tongue. He drove forward, slamming home in one thrust, rejoicing in the sharp cry of need that rose from her.

His control teetered, then fell when her knees rose to clutch at his sides. His rhythm picked up—his muscles tightening and his teeth clenching as he pounded into her.

Her cries rose around them. He snarled, “Mine.”

Her entire body tensed as her womb quivered and then her release was upon her. Her voice raised in a soft wail that he caught with his lips as she bucked against him. His release followed, and he pressed hard into her. He could never get close enough.

He collapsed against her, careful to keep most of his weight off her as they caught their breath. Of all the women he’d lain with, Shea was the one who made him lose control. Who inspired twin feelings of possession and tenderness. Sometimes he felt like he would be torn apart by the conflicting needs each feeling brought.

He pushed a lock of hair out of her face, his elbows and forearms framing her head. Bending, he pressed a gentle kiss to the corner of her mouth.

“So much for ordering them not to listen,” she said. “I think the whole camp couldn’t help but have heard that.”

He felt a spurt of amusement. “Maybe we should try again. Just so you can practice being quiet.”

A fist came up to thump against his side.

“Ouch,” he said covering her fist and pressing it against his skin. He pressed a kiss behind her ear. “That hurts. I think you should make it up to me.”

Already he could feel himself stirring against her. She was a drug he couldn’t get enough of.

“Oh, you do, do you?”

His kisses moved along her jaw in answer. Her legs moved restlessly against his.

“I do,” he said, before his mouth covered hers.

It was a long moment before their lips parted enough for him to say, “Try to be quieter this time.”

There was a long moment, one where her eyes were slightly glazed, before they widened in realization. Then his lips were back again, and he was putting her fury to better use.

CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE

SHEA GUIDED her horse around another pile of rubble, careful not to venture near any of the buildings hovering over them like hulking beasts. Fallon’s army was nearly through the abandoned city. He’d made the choice to have them move out this afternoon when no sign of Clark or Fiona had been uncovered. Several of his men had also disappeared during the search.

Shea had tried arguing. She’d even gone so far as to suggest Eamon, Buck, and a few others remain behind with her to continue the search. Both Fallon and Reece had vetoed that idea. She understood Fallon’s reasoning but couldn’t guess what was in her cousin’s mind.

He’d grown increasingly tense the further they ventured into the city. Any other man she would have called jumpy. Reece, however, just seemed on edge, like a sudden noise might be responded to with extreme violence.

There was an itchy feeling on the back of Shea’s neck, like they were being watched. It had started while they were still camped and gotten worse as they traveled deeper and deeper into the city.

The men in Fallon’s army had started whispering of ghosts, eyeing the buildings around them with suspicion born of fear. Shea didn’t often find herself falling victim to such a mentality but even she was on edge.

If not for Clark and Fiona being missing, she would have advocated leaving this place far, far behind.

Fallon was just ahead of her, his Anateri forming a shield between them and the rest of the city. She knew from the pinched look on Caden’s