hers until they were drenched with sweat, trembling with desire, and convulsing as they came together in a hot wave of liquid heat and desire, of love and need and rightfulness.
In the aftermath, their breaths were short and choppy, exhausted, and completely drained. Talon laid there for a second, trying to breath, pulling back from her neck. He hadn’t known he was doing it, but his lips tasted like blood, and there were two puncture wounds along her neck. Despite just spending himself inside of her, he felt himself get hard. Again. He shuddered, wiping a hand and --
Why was she so quiet? Talon started to pull back, worried. She wasn’t saying anything, wasn’t looking at him, and didn’t even seem to be breathing.
“Jamie?” he asked quietly, grabbing her chin and turning her face to his.
Talon wasn’t worried until he got a look at her face.
His heart dropped to his stomach when he saw the tears that slid down her cheeks.
Devlin walked passed their room slowly, ignoring the moans and screams that were coming from behind the door. Her skin prickled as the power, along with the smell of sex, wafted over her. Her steps quickened till she was at the end of the hall, pushing open a door and then almost flying through the small corridor. No one was there to stop her, nor would anyone dare to -- besides Lucian.
Her hands threw open the next door and then a bright, glaring light washed over her as the smells of earth and pollution entered her sinuses. She stopped abruptly, looking around her. The back of the building was relatively empty, the parking lot bare besides empty McDonald’s backs and wrappers with random brands printed on the front. Not a human was in sight, or in scent.
She wrapped her hands around her hair and pulled it around to the front of her body. A pleasurable ripping sensation flew through her body and before she knew it, Devlin was high in the air and out of site.
It was obvious that she was going to be late to her meeting, but she didn’t care. Lucian had wanted to talk, and despite the inner urgency pushing her to leave, she had stayed. And for what? As she started to soar in the direction of the west side of the city, she recalled their conversation.
“What are you up to, Devlin?” he had asked with trepidation, eyes narrowing in on her.
Not one to show weakness or even how nervous she was, her reply had been a shrug. “I don’t know what you mean.” Devlin moved in slowly, swinging her hips and loving the look of awareness in his eyes.
“Yes you do,” he had all but growled, recoiling from her as if she were a poisonous snake.
She shook her head slowly, lowering her lashes. It hadn’t been hard to divert the conversation to a more...primal topic. “I really don’t,” she had purred. Her hands had pressed against his chest, and she’d felt his thundering heart. When was the last time he had let himself go? He was always so... professional. “How about you show me, baby.”
His eyes had flared and his hands had come around to cover his jeans as if she wouldn’t notice the raging hard-on he had sported. “That folder -- what was it about? And how did you get it?” His eyes had been foggy, dark, as if he were barely keeping a hold on himself.
Devlin had trailed a polished fingernail up his chest, to his jaw. Even there, his pulse was strong enough to knock her hand away with just the racing of it. She had smiled, and taken her hand away, feeling a tightening in the back of her head as she was summoned.
Even now, with her gut clenching and her panties wet, she had a headache to match a brick falling on her. Too bad it wouldn’t, she thought caustically and stopping. In the midst of clouds and birds, her body suit kept out any dampness that wanted to cling to her. And below her, the building of her meeting was waiting.
She lowered herself to the ground and had to fluff her hair. When you met with the boss, you didn’t want to look like a mess. She walked forward with her normal confidence and put her hand on the door knob. Almost immediately, her relaxed demeanor turned to one of cool certainty, knowing that the second she entered there everything would be different. Once again.
“You can’t come in here,”