Page 74 of The Eagle's Vault

I rode him hard, his cock filling me, stretching me, the most excruciating perfection I’d ever felt.

It had never been like this before.

Declan broke from the kiss and his grip tightened, helping me slam faster and harder onto him, the waves of pleasure building rapidly. Through his labored breaths, he whispered, “I’m close.”

“Me too,” I gasped, my nails digging into his shoulders as the coil within me wound up again.

“Let go,” he urged. “Take what you need.”

And I did. With a final cry of ecstasy, I surrendered to the waves that washed over me, our bodies continuing to move in perfect harmony.

“Oh, fuck yes, Leigh.” His arms shook and he slowed me, his hips bucking into me. “Yes!”

As we came down from the high, I slid my arms around his neck, and his fingers found my hair. Our lips met again, tongues sliding against each other in languid sweeps.

As one, we collapsed on the bed, with him still buried deep inside me.

We lay still together, breathing deep, for long minutes. Could all of this be real?

“Like my fingers, do you?” He combed them through my hair. The touch was sweet, tender.

“Amazing.” I snuggled my cheek against his chest, in the hollow of his neck. Everything was going my way. I’d stood up for myself and was finally getting what I wanted. “Are you sure about me going to the catacombs vault with you?”

“Leigh, you shouldn’t ask.” He pushed me up enough that I could see him clearly. He was going to change his mind. Tell me it was too dangerous. His gaze drilled into me, serious but warm. “You should demand.”

“Really?” I bit my lip, suddenly unsure of myself. His cock was still inside of me, and I was suddenly unsure?

“Absolutely. You said it yourself—you’re better qualified to study that vault than I am, and far better than anyone else on the team.” His fingers brushed against my cheek, and I nuzzled against his palm. “And I loved how assertive you were earlier.”

“Then…” How could I ask for more? Two orgasms—from someone other than me!—and encouragement to chase my dreams. I only needed one more thing.

He gripped my chin, pulling my face toward his. “Anything, Leigh.”

I blinked slowly. “I want to bring Isaac, too.”

Declan stiffened, his support evaporating below me. “No.”

“I know he said some things when he was here earlier, but—”

“But nothing.” He sat us up.

I lifted off him, the loss of connection jarring. “He’s my—”

“He doesn’t think you’re capable.” Declan took me by the shoulders. “If you tell him you’re coming with us, he’ll want to take your place.”

I’d made up my mind. I’d taken what I wanted. I’d demanded I go with them. Almost. “He’s just looking out for me.”

He squeezed his eyes shut, his mouth opening and closing without any sound.

“You said ‘Anything, Leigh.’”

He scrubbed his hands over his face and finally looked at me. “I don’t trust him.”

“I do.”

“He’s just riding your coattails.”

“That’s not true.” I slid off the bed, searching for my bra and shirt. This wasn’t a conversation to have naked.

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