Blood and Blade (Goddess with a Blade #6) - Lauren Dane Page 0,67

trail of soft, warm kisses around his jaw and down his throat.

He ran his hands over her skin, loving the heat and muscle there. Loving that she was all his to touch.

Her hair had come loose from the braid and a river of red gold shimmered around her shoulders. Rowan was a creature of shadow and flame, of blood and magic and steel.

He didn’t need the lights on to see her, to feel the heat of her skin against his. He’d know her with his eyes closed.

And when she slid down his cock, her pussy wrapped around him so hot and snug he nearly lost consciousness.

Never in over four centuries had it been this with anyone else. He told her so in one long stream, delighting in the way her skin heated even more with a blush.

Rowan set the pace, slow and deep as she moved. She gripped his biceps, her nails digging in slightly. Her eyes were dreamy, nearly all the way closed.

He traced fingertips over the lines of her hips and over her belly on his way up to her breasts. Round and round her nipples until she arched into his touch on a gasp.

He could be merciless. Ruthless. Calculated. And she was there, waiting for him, at his side. That sunlight he couldn’t have anywhere else. That softness wrapped in sarcasm and razor sharp edges.

She hummed low and rough when he brushed a finger against her clit. Her inner muscles squeezed him as she superheated. She sped her pace, the pleasure of it nearly overwhelming as it dug in.

Rowan whipped her head back on a snarl as she came in a hot rush. But she kept on, undulating her hips, grinding herself against him, holding him hostage until he had no choice but to come as hard as she had.

With a grunt, she rolled off and collapsed onto the bed at his side. “I knew you’d make waiting up for you worth my while,” she said.

“So glad to have met quality assurance.” He leaned over to kiss her, nipping her bottom lip a few times. “I meant to be here hours ago but every time I tried to leave something else came up.”

“That’s all right. I worked with David. Genevieve came over with some aliases of the names of witches Roderick had given us. Vanessa is on that. Something feels like this is big. One of those two names is going to be key.”

He certainly hoped so.

“Will you be sharing those names with me?”

She snickered. “I’d be up for sharing them if you were all participating in my teams.”

“There’s much to negotiate before that can be a reality.”

She snorted. “I’m telling you right now there will be no forty-seven years of negotiating stupid shit that has nothing to do with anything. Participate or don’t. But you won’t kill it by yanking my chain and dragging your feet.”

She was Rowan Summerwaite the Hunter right then. The sharp edges rose and titillated him in their own way.

Her idea was a very good one. But that didn’t mean he wasn’t going to make her work for it.

“I promise. Not forty-seven-year-long negotiations.”

“Smartass.”

He chuckled.

“I have one more thing to say and then we’ll talk about this mixed team idea as Scion and Hunter when I wake tonight. Be Rowan with me right now.”

“I can agree to that. Tell me.”

“We found the leak within our organization.” He went on to explain the Vampire was low-level but had enough skill in getting around blocks and firewalls that she’d admitted she got help in exchange for a large sum of money from a Vampire who lived in Southern California. Lyr.

“So, she just did it for the cash? What the fuck?”

“She claimed she didn’t know what the info was used for. But upon further examination and interrogation, admitted she knew. Especially after we sent out a notice to all Vampires within my Las Vegas organization to be on the lookout for anything suspicious. She worked in my casino. I shudder to wonder how many times she might have cheated someone.”

“But I’m sure she never will again.”

He sniffed. “She won’t be doing anything ever again. Patience and a team searched the Vampire’s apartment and found a few things linking her to Lyr. Stupid. The whole thing is absurd. All this time she was right there under my nose.”

“Lyr might have been a dickhole, but he knew strategy. Someone like her, she’s just some low-level nobody dealing blackjack. Who is going to look her way? And with some