Ash Princess (The Deviant Future #6) - Eve Langlais Page 0,69
the Necropolis. Hunted us for dragon fodder.” Her lip curled. “They deserve worse than death.”
“Say the word and I’ll lay their heads at your feet.”
And he would do it, she realized, his promise earnest. “Why are you helping me? Us.”
“Because.”
“Because why?”
She suddenly found herself pressed against a wall. “Because it’s the right thing to do. Because I can’t walk away. Because…” His gaze dropped to her mouth. “Because you need me.”
She did but not only in the way he meant. “I wouldn’t blame you if you walked away.”
“Never.” He leaned closer and brushed his lips against hers. “I need you, Kay.”
“What are you doing?” she panted.
“What I’ve wanted to do since you woke up purring against me this morning.”
“I do not purr. Oh. Oh,” she purred as he kissed her neck, his lips scorching a path downward.
“What happened to there being no time?”
“We’ll make it quick,” he growled.
“Okay.” She had no idea what that meant, but she was very interested in finding out.
Her blood already boiled. She reached for him, and their teeth clashed as they kissed. His hands fumbled with her pants. She was useless trying to get rid of his.
It didn’t matter. They were both frantic in their need, and soon hers were half off, his were shoved down, and he was rubbing against her cleft, drawing forth those sweet, shivery sensations. He pulled up her leg so that it wrapped around his hips. The head of him parted her nether lips. He pushed into her, and she gasped.
“Too soon. Are you sore? I can stop.” He held himself still, the effort making him tremble.
“Don’t you dare stop,” was her reply.
He groaned relief. “Thank fuck.”
He sank into her, and she exhaled. Oh, sweet mercy but he filled her. Stretched her. Made her feel incredible things.
His hands gripped her bare cheeks and lifted her, pushing her into the wall. Her legs parted and wrapped around his waist. Welcoming his thrusts. Angling for them go deeper.
Yes, deeper.
She grabbed at him as he pounded into her, each stroke a delightful friction, and deeper inside, an extra sweet stroke.
He hit it over and over. It made her coil and tense, her body flushed and on the cusp.
When she orgasmed, she bit him rather than yell, and she must have hurt him with how hard she gripped him. Yet he groaned and thrust one last time into her, the heat of his seed and the pulse of him only serving to stroke her ebbing waves of bliss.
“Oh that was nice,” she said as he held her in his arms, his forehead pressed to hers.
“Just nice?”
“Super nice?”
He chuckled. “I see I’ll have to work harder next time.”
At least he thought there would be a next time.
Chapter 15
Cam wanted to stay buried inside Kayda a while longer. Say like forever. Yet the reality was they’d taken a risk.
While in the throes of passion, he wouldn’t have heard anyone sneaking up on them. He’d made them vulnerable. But how could he resist her?
He didn’t want to. Once he rescued the princess, she wouldn’t need him anymore. She’d send him on his way, and he’d return to being a man without a purpose. Even worse than before because he’d somehow managed to fall in love.
It wasn’t supposed to happen like this. Not this quickly, or with a woman who could do so much better than him.
A princess of ashes was still a princess.
And he was no hero, even as he made plans to save them all. What else could he do?
For the moment, he was needed, and he’d bask in it as long as he could.
They made their way up the stairs, hand in hand, him armed with the gun they’d stripped from the guard, her with the small knife. They reached the floor of the machinery fueled by the gemminars. The door at the far end was closed.
He frowned. “I thought we left it ajar.”
“I don’t recall.”
He did. He’d worried it might lock behind them and delay a rapid escape.
As they traversed the room, the hairs on the back of his neck lifted. They weren’t alone. But he couldn’t say anything to Kayda, just squeezed her hand. When she turned and smiled sweetly at him, he hoped she saw the warning in his gaze.
A moment later, the ambush struck. A soldier fired his gun. It was only instinct that made Cam grab Kayda and drag them both into a crouch.
“Stay down,” he ordered.
He stood and took quick aim, his shot drawing a cry. Wounded, not dead.