Dark Champion (Flirting with Monsters #4) - Eva Chase Page 0,32

stroking me to completion. A knot of need built in my core, expanding with each glimpse of a climax.

I clutched the short tufts of his hair, my fingers scraping his scalp. Finally, the words he must have been waiting for spilled out of me in a growl of my own. “Please, damn it. Please.”

I felt the curl of Omen’s lips against me as he grinned. At a sharp suck on my clit and a deeper plunge of his fingers, I really might have screamed with delight. My vision whited out with a ringing in my ears as I spiraled over the edge into an explosion of bliss.

The flames I lay on rippled beneath my back as if urging my orgasm to greater heights. I’d barely caught my breath, the afterglow pealing through me, before Omen rose up over me. He hefted my hips right off the floor to meet him.

His mouth crashed into mine, smoky with both our flavors, and his rigid cock drove inside me. I wrapped my legs around him and bucked to match his rhythm, wanting more and more as the pleasure swelled through me again. Our flames crackled between us with a stinging that was all joy, no pain.

I wouldn’t have thought the shifter could wring even more ecstasy out of my body, but I hadn’t counted on all his special features. As our bodies rocked together at an increasingly furious pace, something glided across my ass. The devilish tip of his tail traced gleeful patterns across my skin—and slipped between the cheeks to stroke my other opening.

Another bolt of pleasure raced to join the sensations already surging through me. A gasping cry broke from my mouth.

Omen kissed me as if to drink down that sound. His cock rammed into me to the hilt, his tail teased a giddying trail from behind, and I did break—into a thousand shimmering, scorching pieces, lit up from the inside out.

As I shuddered and sank my fingernails into Omen’s back and ass, he groaned. With a few increasingly erratic thrusts, he threw himself after me with what might as well have been a spurt of liquid fire.

As his muscles relaxed, the hellhound shifter lowered us both to the ground, letting some of his weight rest against me. I didn’t hesitate to look into his eyes this time. The orange flare mingled with the icy blue in perfect contrast.

He gave me a sardonic smile, as if he couldn’t quite bring himself to look totally satisfied even after the vulnerabilities and admiration he’d already admitted to. That diffidence was so perfectly Omen that a flutter of fondness passed through my chest.

A bittersweet pang followed it. Suddenly I was remembering how he’d talked in the palace about his time with Tempest.

I felt the need to clarify the situation, for both our sakes. “This means more than just fucking. To me, anyway. You mean more to me than that.” I wasn’t totally sure what or how much yet, but I knew what I’d said was true.

Omen’s smile softened just slightly around the edges. “I don’t think anything with you is ever going to be ‘just’, Disaster.” He dropped his head, his lips grazing my cheek, answering a question I hadn’t even formed yet. “You’re a finer being than Tempest ever was or could be. As many regrets as I may have collected over the years, you won’t be one of them. Even if it damns us both.”

An unexpected lump filled my throat. He might be giving up not just his freedom but his life if the Highest found out how he’d betrayed their orders.

I tucked my arm around his neck, and he met me for another kiss, sweeter but no less searing. As he urged my lips apart with his tongue, a lightbulb blinked on in my head. I kissed him even harder and then pulled back.

“What?” Omen asked, looking amused as he took in my expression.

I grinned up at him. “I know how we can get at the Company pricks even if they never set one foot outside.”

9

Ruse

After stopping for gas just before we reached the Italian border, Omen took over the driver’s seat in the Everymobile. I appreciated the release from that duty, especially since the RV had taken to randomly flashing its blinkers in time with the bells that were dinging through the rumble of the engine. Sinking into the smooth leather padding of the sofa, I got out my phone.

Sorsha sashayed over a moment later with a grin. “Any more