Page 196 of Caelum

My senses scanned for a predator, and when they found one, I froze.

A female. Sneaking down the steps.

Rebecca.

I snarled, tipped my hips into my woman’s, and bit off, “Someone’s coming.”

Excitement flared in her eyes. “I know,” she whispered, and that stunned the fuck out of me. How did she know?

Was she tapped into me somehow?

How was that even possible?

Before I could do little else than squeak at her, she was down on the floor, her hand grabbing the shirt she’d tossed there. I almost wept as she covered up, but then I didn’t want Becky to see an ounce of my Chosen’s flesh, so I applauded her swift thinking.

When I sifted through the various things I was picking up on now that my Sin Eater was at the fore, I knew Becky was outside the gym. Hovering.

Trying to eavesdrop?

Bitch.

My jaw clenched, and I made to storm out, to head the bitch off and make her go back upstairs. But Eve grabbed my hand and dragged me to a halt.

What was her game?

Before I could even blink, she’d dashed over to the door, and the next time I looked, she had Becky inside the gym on her knees. In a move I was going to start thinking of as her signature, she had a tight hold on Becky’s ponytail, and the bitch was sobbing from the pain of Eve’s grip.

“What do you think you’re doing?” she demanded.

“I just came to work out,” Becky wailed.

“Lies,” she hissed. “Do you know what we do to liars where I’m from?”

Becky’s eyes were bright with unshed tears—Jesus, how hard was Eve’s hold on her hair? “No.”

“They lose their tongues,” Eve snapped, and she moved her hand, twisting it to the side. Becky eyed it, then eyed me. The scent of her terror flooded the room, and I knew she was certain Eve was somehow about to cut out her tongue.

To be honest, I wasn’t sure she wasn’t about to do that either.

Sure, you needed a knife to achieve such a thing, but Eve was resourceful. Only God knew what she couldn’t do. She was better than a Girl Scout!

Despite my Sin Eater’s grumble, I watched instead as Eve slammed her hand against Becky’s throat. The move had her clutching at her neck, gasping for air before she sunk back into a faint.

Jesus, had Eve snapped her hyoid?

The move had been hard enough for that. Then, just as the concern I’d have to bury a body tonight hit me, the Sin Eater keyed me into the fact that Becky was alive. Just unconscious.

And fuck, my cock turned into a lead pipe again as my body processed just how hot Eve was.

I grabbed the clothes she’d dumped on the ground, caught up my gear and the book I’d gifted her, and then I strode over to my woman. Holding out my spare hand, I flexed my fingers at her and was pleased when she slid hers into mine.

With a tight grasp on her, I hauled her through the building, not stopping for a second until she was in my room in the attic. The five-minute walk had passed in a blur, and she hadn’t complained once.

The second we were inside the safe zone, I pinned her to the wall. She grunted then, and like a spider monkey, started to climb me until my hips were clasped by her thighs. The second the hot silk of her sex touched my lower stomach?

I lost control.

I reached between us, managed to shift my shorts out of the way, and pressed my cock to her slick flesh. Females didn’t get pregnant easily—there was a one in a six hundred thousand chance, and if it happened, then the child would be celebrated no matter our age because they were rare as hell—and the sensation of her slick hold on me was enough to have me pushing my forehead against hers.

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