“You think I could watch you ride your fingers and not come as well?”
His look of horror had her laughing outright. He laughed with her, low and deep, and squeezed her tight before he kissed her softly.
“Fucking love that laugh, Luna. Never get sick of hearing it.”
She snuggled in closer. She loved lots of things about him. Everything in fact.
“Gunner,” she said against his chest.
“Yeah?”
“I think I might need you again, to um…you know…”
He growled and flipped her onto her back in a heartbeat. She giggled, giggled, as he grinned down at her and licked his lips.
His expression softened. “Christ, I love that as well.” Then he threw her legs over his shoulders and buried his face between her legs.
She stopped giggling after that and started moaning.
Luna wasn’t sure what Gunner was thinking, but his expression was hard, his amber gaze laser-focused. They were on the roof of an apartment building, right above where Spencer had asked her to meet him.
“You have nothing to worry about,” she said, taking in the hard line of Gunner’s jaw.
“We don’t know that.”
Spencer had messaged that morning with his location and a small window of time to extract him. Her friend was being hunted by Azel and his demons, and if they captured him, they’d punish him or worse.
“Spencer knows you and your brothers will be with me. There’s no way even Azel would try anything here. This is too public, there are way too many humans.”
“It hasn’t stopped him in the past.”
“In the past, he had me to keep him safe. Even hidden behind my brother's stolen cloaking powers, he’ll know that I’d be able to sense him this close. That makes him vulnerable. He doesn’t like being vulnerable. He’s power-hungry, but he’s a coward.”
Gunner’s hand slid up her back, curling around the nape of her neck; the hold was possessive, protective, and also offered comfort. She liked it. She liked that when she was with Gunner, there was this undeniable sense of belonging, that she knew she was right where she was meant to be.
That they were equals.
Not owned. Not someone’s property.
Gunner constantly put her needs ahead of his own, and she wanted to be the one to do that for him. To give him everything he needed.
Her male was selfless in a way she never knew was possible. In a way that had broken through all the pain and the barriers she’d lived behind for so long and allowed her to begin to figure out who she really was.
All Gunner’s brothers were with them, even Rocco. Grace and her crew were hidden in the shadows below, ready if they needed backup.
“He should be here by now,” Gunner said, scanning the alley below.
“He’ll come. I know he will.” She’d barely gotten the words out when Spencer strode around the corner, head down. He was wearing a ball cap, something she’d never seen him wear, and a long coat. “Take me down.”
Gunner didn’t move.
“Gunner?”
Her big, growly male shook his head. “Not until I know it’s safe.”
Rocco approached her friend and Spencer tipped his head back, eyes wide as the massive knight crowded him.
“That’s definitely him?” Gunner asked.
“Yes, it’s him. Now please, take me down.”
Rocco was talking low as Laz and Zenon moved around him as well. Luna glanced back up at Gunner. His eyes were closed.
“What are you doing?”
“Searching for demons.”
“And?”
“I can only sense demi.”
Tension slid from her. Spencer would never purposely do anything to hurt her, but they could have followed him.
Rocco lifted a hand, waving them down without looking away from his prey.
Finally, Gunner scooped Luna up, walked to the edge of the building, and stepped off. His wings caught the air so they drifted smoothly to the alley floor below. As soon as her feet hit the pavement, Luna ran to Spencer.
“Luna!” Gunner barked out.
She didn’t miss the older male’s shocked expression when she threw her arms around him and hugged him tight.
He stood there stunned for several seconds before his arms finally lifted and he hugged her back. She looked up at him and smiled as tears slid down her cheeks. “I thought you were dead. I’m so glad you’re okay.” She shook her head and chuckled. “Don’t panic, they’re happy tears.”
Spencer’s mouth opened and closed several times before he finally croaked out, “Happy tears?” He blinked. “So it’s true? How did this happen? You can really feel everything?”
She nodded as more of those damned tears fell. “Yes.”
Spencer made a pained sound that had her frowning. “What is