Page 46 of Seduce Me in Shadow

The ecstasy is surreal, so unlike anything I’ve ever felt. I can’t process the pleasure pelting my system. My head won’t stop spinning. Black swims in my vision. My ears hear nothing but my pounding heart. Every part of me is singularly consumed by this orgasm.

And him.

Timeless minutes later, we’re still clinging to each other as we come down from the high. His knees buckle, and we sink to the rug. Reluctantly, he pulls free.

That’s when it hits me.

“Shit,” I pant. “We forgot a condom.”

“I’m clean.”

“I am, as well. But not on birth control.”

He hesitates, and something regretful crosses his face. “With me, pregnancy isn’t an issue.”

How does he figure that? Is he sterile? Has he had a vasectomy? Before I can ask, he distracts me with erotic kisses down my neck.

Unbelievably, I’m already aroused again.

He lifts his head and fuses those burning blue eyes on me. “Where did you say the bed is?”

Chapter

Twenty-Two

Caden

Iwake in the predawn, wrapped around a warm sweet-scented body. Silky hair like fire streams down a narrow feminine back. Everything about her feels soft as she lies against me, sleeping peacefully.

Sydney. My heart lurches.

Despite taking her against the wall earlier, then twice again in the bed, I awake full of energy and ready to lose myself inside her. She’s no longer a mere craving but a full-blown addiction.

Through sheer will, I restrained myself from kissing her lush mouth and ignored my urge to gorge on her sweet pussy. If I do either, I’m terrified the ancient, dangerous Call of a wizard to his mate will fly out of my mouth. If it does…presto chango. I’ll be mated, bound to Sydney for the rest of my centuries, able to derive my energy and pleasure exclusively from her. And if she doesn’t accept my Call or chooses to break our bond someday… Well, my brother is a living, breathing example of the result.

I want no part of magical anything, but after seeing Lucan’s plight, I especially want no part of mating. Quick shags from random beauties will have to suffice. But until I save my brother, I can’t risk becoming feral and losing my mind. Lucan must come first.

That means I need to put distance between Sydney and me.

Except…everything in me demands I possess her again. And again. And never stop.

Deep in slumber, she shifts, stretching against me with a sigh, her firm little backside brushing me in dangerous places. A fresh jolt of lust assaults me. I hiss, tensing against my rising need.

It gets worse as she settles back against me. My temperature rises. I begin to sweat.

How the devil can I possibly resist her now that I know how perfectly we feel together?

Cripes, I have to get out of here. That bloody dream that spurred me to Sydney’s flat on a whim was nearly my downfall. For the sake of my mission—and my sanity—I should leave immediately.

But this is a prime opportunity to search her place from top to bottom and find something useful. I’ll retreat before I do something really foolish, like succumb to the screaming need to kiss her and prove my mating instincts right.

Rolling slowly, I ease away from Sydney, then rise from the bed. Once my feet hit the floor, I scan her room. My thoughts zip, a game plan forming.

I’ll start with her notes—and that bloody magical diary, if I can find it. If I do, I’ll snatch it and return it to Bram. And I’ll call this fiasco a success.

Gathering my clothes from the foyer, I don everything and begin the search.

A quick inventory of the front rooms proves that she doesn’t keep anything work related here. No laptop, no notes, no scraps of paper with handy information. And no Doomsday Diary.Bugger!

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