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“Are you going to make me ask again?”

“The way I made you ask for help the night of your mom’s party?” Boy, he had not liked being made to ask nicely for a favor. “No. Just tell me what you need.”

His fists flew at her, and she nearly screamed when they punched into the wall on either side of her head. His face was in hers, his body pinning her with its weight. He dipped his head, and for a second, she thought he was going to kiss her. But as she tilted her face up, he put his mouth to her ear, his hot breath caressing her skin, his damp lips tickling her lobe.

“What do I need?” His throaty voice vibrated through her, making her hormones dance. “I need to fuck you, Cyan. And, gods help me, I don’t just need it. Iwantit.”

Chapter 11

Sixty seconds ago, Stryke had been prepared to die. Deep down, a tiny part of him hadwantedto die. Maybe then…maybe he could find Chaos. Because right now, as a breathing, corporeal person, he hadn’t had any success locating his baby brother’s soul. But as a soul himself, Stryke might have an advantage.

So, death had never been something to fear. He’d flirted with it over and over. Sometimes intentionally, other times recklessly, still more unconsciously. It wasn’t that he yearned for death. It was that he just didn’t care if it came for him.

But in this moment, he wanted to live. He wanted to taste Cyan’s mouth. He wanted to inhale the metallic scent of her skin. He wanted to feel the slippery wetness between her legs.

He couldn’t remember ever desiring a female like this, like he wanted to pour everything into her.

Desperate. That was the word for what he was feeling. Desperation for her. For an escape. From his head and this fucked-up situation.

They were probably all going to die, so he might as well go out with a bang.

“Come with me.” He took her wrist and hurried them both to his private quarters, ignoring the crewmembers’ curious stares as they passed.

Once inside the small, starkly appointed room, he slammed the door closed and faced Cyan.

Her hair, flattened to her skull by the rain, hung in her eyes as she watched him, her violet eyes sparkling. Literally sparkling as if they were tiny snow globes. He’d never seen anything like it.

“Your eyes.” He stepped into her, catching her face in his palms as he studied them. “They’re remarkable.” Mesmerizing.

Her smile made the corners crinkle, and her lashes swept down almost coyly. “They do that when we’re channeling our ability.” She gestured to the door. “I locked it.”

“Good.”

He hadn’t wanted to take the time to operate the electronic lock. He needed to be inside Cyan before Chaos made his appearance in his head and fucked everything up.

Two minutes. He’d give half his fortune to have just two minutes of mind-emptying freedom from everything except the feel of Cyan wrapped around him.

“Stryke.” Cyan tapped his cheek. “You okay? It’s like someone hit your pause button.”

“It’s all good,” he said as she slid her palm along his jaw to the back of his head and pulled his mouth down to hers. Her other hand dropped to his belt and tugged.

He kissed her as he worked the buttons on her pants, his tongue tangling with hers in the hottest kiss he’d ever experienced. He’d never liked kissing; it seemed like an unnecessary and pointless act. But Cyan made it…interesting. Little nips and licks that made him imagine her doing that to other parts of his body. And when she caught his lower lip between her teeth and sucked gently, his knees nearly buckled.

Then she took him into her palm, and they did buckle.

Catching her around the waist, he dropped them both onto the bed. It was little more than a cot he’d never even slept in, but it was enough. He shifted to the side and worked her pants down her thighs as her hand worked his cock.

Firm strokes took him from the crown to the base and back up, and he groaned into her mouth. Her slacks, wet from the storm, bunched up at her ankles, but he didn’t care. He couldn’t wait a second longer. Not when his blood was on fire, and his pelvis was throbbing so hard he could feel it all the way to his teeth.

Dipping his hand between her legs, he tested her readiness for him, even though he already knew what he’d find. Hot honey coated his fingers as he slid them between her folds. Okay, maybe he could spare a couple of seconds to play a little.

He added his thumb to the game, circling her clit and then pinching lightly. Her soft cries stoked the flames shooting through his veins, making him so hot his damp clothes should be steaming.

How does she taste?

The thought shocked him so much that he glitched for a second.

He’d never wanted to taste a female. It was another of those pointless things people did during copulation.

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