Wings of the Walker - CoraLee June Page 0,270

tell him about Jacob. “Jacob is struggling, but I think he’s finally getting the hang of his mindspeak.”

Maverick’s face twisted up in confusion and concern, and I immediately regretted saying something. The bells rang once more, reminding us that we only had twenty-five minutes left.

“I promise he’s okay, but I don’t have time to explain.” I stood then stared at my torn dress on the bed and floor. Seemingly satisfied by my words, Maverick joined me and tossed me one of his shirts that hit well past my thighs. Putting it on, I then looked longingly at the bed, wishing I could jump back in and snuggle Maverick some more. Here, I could almost forget that we were in Cavil’s domain.

A knock on the door made us both pause. “Mav, open up,” Cyler’s gruff voice said. We both slumped in relief, and Maverick hurriedly opened the door for Cyler to walk inside.

“Wanted to make sure you didn’t miss the bells,” Cyler said before looking at me. The way his dark eyes took in my long legs and Maverick’s white shirt falling off my shoulders made my breath hitch. “Lucky bastard,” Cyler whispered under his breath before moving towards me and crashing his lips to mine once more. Somewhere, the bells were ringing the twenty-minute warning bell, but I didn’t care. His kisses were devastating, tearing down my awareness and making it so I could only feel him. “Fuck, you look so good, Babe. You’re practically glowing, and I’m going to be hard all month thinking about this.” I smiled as he nibbled my ear, my eyes rolling back as I trailed my fingers along his shoulders. There wasn’t enough time.

“Guys, you have to go. I’m sorry,” Maverick said, making Cyler growl and spin around to face him.

“Next time, I get her. Understand?”

Maverick simply nodded and moved forward, bypassing his brother to kiss me on the forehead, whispering, “Bye, I love you,” before Cyler picked me up to cradle me in his arms. Without a second glance, he started pounding his feet on the wood floor and out the door. The hallways were a blur as Cyler ran. Drunk guards and men in white suits with lipstick stains on the collar were passed out in the halls.

Cyler bypassed the gathering room and carried me to a hidden Walker elevator, putting me down once the doors closed and wrapping me up in another soul-shattering kiss once more.

Nine floors. On the ninth, his hand was up my shirt, caressing my breast. There was an urgency in his touch that made shooting tingles travel up and down my spine. As we passed the eighth floor, he grasped the cheek of my ass, crushing him to me. It felt like several lifetimes had passed in his hold. I was found and claimed again and again. The seventh floor, he bit my lip and tugged. The sixth, he traced the edge of his fingers between my thighs. He thrilled me, hinting at eternity but filling each last second together with his touch. By the fifth floor, he was stroking me. He kissed me like he’d never see me again as he teased. He inhaled my sighs as I gasped for air at the fourth and third floors, moaning into this mouth as he reawakened my sensitive nub with his fingers.

At the second floor, he slammed his palm on the stop button, rubbing more, bringing me closer to the cliff of oblivion as he kissed me. Claimed me.

“Come for me, Ash. We don’t have time, but I need to feel your release on my palm. So later, when I stroke myself thinking of this moment, I’ll have this memory to keep me going.”

He felt so good. He moved like a man determined to be on my mind until I saw him again, and I knew I’d be thinking of this trip in the elevator until my dying day.

His words broke me apart, and I let go of the crushing tidal wave of sensations then. Biting down on his shoulder to stop the screams, the embers within me that had been silent from our distance ignited in a blaze of relief. I burned bright in that elevator. He breathed life back into my soul and made the lingering numbness I’d been clinging to completely disappear.

And when Cyler straightened my shirt, kissing me once more as the doors opened, I let out a hiss of air. The pristine lobby was full of Companions loading onto transports, but I wanted