Page 178 of Valkyrie Unknown

“So we need to stick together.” As I talked, I walked around the table, to be closer to her.

She slid from her stool, putting her within arm’s reach. “Yes. I agree.”

Good.

Fuck. Now. The voice was impossible to ignore this time. Did she hear that? Her expression didn’t give anything away, and the voice was definitely in my head, but the beat offuck, fuck, fuck, fuckwas loud enough I was surprised it was only meant for my ears.

Azzie stepped closer, stopping near enough I could tip my head and claim her mouth, but she didn’t reach for me. “What now?” she asked.

Fucking as a conclusion to every conversation wasn’t a healthy relationship, and Finn was right about one thing—I barely knew Azzie.

But she and I had time to learn, and she radiated the same tension and need that thrummed through me. It was like when we fought side-by-side—we were in sync.

“Now this.” I gripped the back of her neck and crushed my mouth to hers.

She let out a hungry, almost primal moan, and pressed back.

At the contact, the moment my skin met hers, any restraint I’d practiced over the last month was gone. I needed her, all of her. To feel her. To melt into her. To be one with her.

Bedroom. My mental push to blink us there didn’t yield a result. I stumbled back instead, yanking her with me toward my bedroom.

The stumble was so much like the first day we met. Our mouths crushed into each other, and desperation surged inside.

But there was so much more between us now. And much more to come. The idea of exploring that was comforting.

The need tofuck nowwas overpowering.

Forty-Nine

Azzie

My entire lifeI’d been waiting for…something. And in the siren’s realm I felt hints of it. Power that had flowed through me as if it had always been there.

Out here, I couldn’t grasp it. Thatrightfeeling that made me whole. I’d been struggling for weeks to find it again.

When I was around Davyn, it was easy to pretend all was right in the world.

With Zeke though… I could taste the edges of more. The world was sharper. Maybe not in a good way.

As he kissed me now, as our mouths warred and our tongues fought and our hands roamed each other’s bodies, I swore that feeling I was searching for was within my grasp. If we could just get closer, we would both be more.

And if we couldn’t… if we weren’t? How long until he was gone. How long until Davyn was?

Not thoughts I could focus on now. I needed more of this. Of Zeke. That would make things right.

I was barely aware of our clothes coming off, aside from that driving desire tokeep going. We stumbled into the living room, and I shoved him back onto the couch so I could straddle his legs.

When he drove his cock inside me, the ache to be part of him ebbed, but didn’t vanish. We thrust against each other in a frantic grind.

“I can’t believe you stayed away for a month.” Zeke’s voice was rough and his words punctuated.

“So did you.”

He grabbed my face between his palms and kissed me hard. “That was a mistake.” The desperate crash of our lips into each other muffled his words.

Talking wasn’t going to work here. I needed to shut off my mind, and let the moment consume me. I dove into the frantic grind, losing myself in the sensations. Losing track of everything but pleasure wrapping around us. Ignoring everything but the needy push to climax. For both of us.

I wanted to stay wrapped in this pleasure for as long as possible, but as the grinding slowed, the bliss faded. Zeke and I sat wrapped in each other until he softened and slipped out of me.

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