Page 65 of Seduce Me in Shadow

I fight the urge, clenching her hip in one hand and wrapping the other around her body until my fingers find her hardening clit. Draped over her back, I work the delicate bud of nerves. Grazing, circling her with slow caresses designed to drive her mad as I fill her with deep, possessive strokes.

Soon, she tightens on me. Her fingernails dig into my wrist. Her pants become groans, then wails. My body tenses, dying to feel everything about her, release myself into her completely, give myself, body and soul.

If this you seek, heed my Call.

The words no sooner cross my mind when Sydney clamps down, cries out, and she comes with screaming intensity, surrendering to me completely.

God, I want to see her face, watch her expressive dark eyes as pleasure overtakes her, kiss her mouth, and claim her as I come.

Even the thought sends me straight over the edge, into a white-light abyss that burns into my brain brighter than anything I’ve ever experienced. Ecstasy jolts me, an unrelenting vise of need I’ve strangled since I was last inside her. Now freed, the pleasure claws down my spine, up my cock. I shout, mesmerized by her feel, her smell. I drink her in, as if I was destined to know her above all others. Remember her only.

From this moment on, there is no other for me but you.

Sydney pants hard. “That was…”

Straight from my heart.

“It was.” I breathe hard, too.

Now that the time to part has come, I’m desperately searching for some bargaining chip that would allow me to keep her. If I tell her the truth, let her decide whether she wants to deal with magickind and the war and…

No. I can’t risk her. I have to let her go, try to forget her, and know I’ll never mate.

I hate coming to that realization while I still have my arms around her, while I’m still buried inside her. But spending my lifetime with her isn’t reality. The phone vibrating on the table beside us is. Duke, again. No doubt wondering where the hell we are.

Cursing, I withdraw from Sydney, then pick up the phone. I don’t bother with pleasantries. “We’ll be there in ten.”

I don’t wait for a reply, simply hang up.

“Are you all right?” I caress her shoulder, down the line of her spine, admiring the sleek curve of her waist, then pull her body against mine, my front to her back.

She gives me a shaky nod. “What happens after this meeting? With us?”

Putting distance between us would be best for her, but can I truly stay away?

“After this meeting, we’ll talk.”

Chapter

Thirty

Dread nearly taking me out at the knees, I guide Sydney into the crowded pub with a possessive hand at the small of her back.

Fuck. Twenty minutes after one of the most amazing sexual experiences in my life, and I’m absolutely greedy for more. Desperate for it. Dying.

But now is the time for business.

I hope I can focus.

Across the dark bar, Duke watches me with a judgmental brow, focused on my palm laying silent claim to Sydney.

I know she can’t be mine. Fuck you.

As we wend our way through the little establishment, the walls seem to close in, filled with tables and bodies and the smell of ale, all threatening to strangle me.

Suddenly, the room lurches. I start to sweat again. The shakes set in. My energy wanes with every step. I wish I simply needed a nap after an orgasm that nearly blew my head off. But given my urge to hold Sydney close and drown in her again, I know better.

“Where the hell have you been?” Duke barks in my ear as he rips my hand from her.

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