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“Come for me, Nova.” He moved his teeth to graze the front of her throat. The movement and sensation sent her over the edge. She clamped down around him as an intense orgasm overtook her. She cried out as her breath released and she began to come down. Darren was relentless. He pulled Nova up on his lap, bringing them face to face as he bounced her up and down on his hard cock. Nova dug her fingers into his thick shoulders as he continued to drive into her. She could feel another orgasm already working its way up. He pressed into her harder and harder. “One more,” he growled into her ear, sending shivers up her spine.
In that moment she would have done anything he asked of her. A large hand grabbed her ass, pushing her forward, driving her down onto him. She cried out as her climax hit. Darren thrust erratically several times and then squeezed his hands tightly around Nova’s hips as he found his own release. They sat there a few moments, gasping for breath before falling down onto the mattress. The wave of euphoria that enveloped Nova was incredibly satisfying.
Darren scooped her up into his arms and she pressed her cheek to his chest. Within minutes their breathing had evened out and they were both fast asleep.
By the time morning came, Nova was sore, exhausted, and ridiculously happy. After their brief power nap, Nova and Darren had woken up quite a few more times in the night. Nova had never come so many times in her life. Apparently lycans were nothing short of freaking unbelievable in the sack. Honestly being a lycan seemed completely unfair. They were buff, athletic, gorgeous, and had pretty magical dicks. Images of Darren driving into her, bringing her to orgasm over and over, made themselves known in her mind. They had practically fucked all night and she still found herself just as aroused when she thought about him.
Darren stirred next to her. “I know what you’re thinking about,” he growled as he pulled her to him. The hard area pressing into her back made it clear he did know what she was thinking about. Damn lycans and their ability to smell pheromones.
Nova rolled to face Darren, reaching a hand between his legs to stroke him. He moaned and rolled his head back. “All right,” Nova purred as she increased her pressure. “But after this you’re cooking me breakfast. I’m starving.”
Darren smiled and quickly rolled on top of her. “Well, I guess I’ll have to help fill you up.”
Nova meant to say something about how stupid that pun was, but she lost her words when he slipped inside her.Maybe I died. Yep, that has to be it. I died and went to heaven.
Not that heaven had ever been depicted as a nonstop sex-fest with supernatural boning at the forefront. Either way, she wasn’t going to fight it.
ChapterFourteen
After their final round, Darren stuck to his word and whipped up breakfast. Nova couldn’t remember ever being so hungry. She practically inhaled the eggs, bacon, and French toast. Darren let out a low whistle. “Now I know why you rarely eat in front of us.”
Nova stopped mid bite and looked up at him. “What do you mean?”
“You eat like a full-grown lycan man. It’s intimidating.”
She gave him a playful punch on the arm and pushed her empty plate away. “Well someone kept me up all night. I missed dinner.”
“And burned a lot of calories.” Darren winked.
Nova sighed. “Yeah I much prefer this sort of exercise to the kind Leah has me doing every day.”
Darren walked over to the bar stool Nova was sitting on. “Oh you mean this type.” He reached a hand between her thighs and the fork she’d been holding literally fell from her grip.
A buzzing sound coming from Darren’s pocket managed to kill the seductive moment.
“Ridgewell,” he answered. “He did?” Darren’s face fell. “Yeah, we can meet you in an hour.” He hung up the phone and turned to Nova.
“What did they say?” she asked, sensing his energy darkening.
“We have a lead on the body we found outside the complex. We’re leaving to meet Peyton in an hour to discuss what he’s discovered.”
Nova’s stomach dropped. She thought about the red-haired woman, her lifeless eyes and mangled body. “Did you say we? Gideon’s letting me leave the complex?”
“Yep. Matlena is still working on the wards. Apparently she needs to do several layers throughout the building and cover all the entrances and exits. Until she’s done, the safest place for you is with me.”
Nova’s thoughts had turned to the woman on the steps. Who was she? What had she been like before the Collectors had destroyed her? Guilt began to wrap its way around Nova’s heart, squeezing it. The Collectors had wanted her, not that poor woman. If she had just given herself up…
“Stop that,” Darren barked out, startling Nova from her train of thought. “It wasn’t your fault,” he said, as if reading her mind. Nova’s head sank in sadness and regret. A tear worked its way down her cheek. Darren cupped her chin and lifted it toward him. “It wasn’t your fault.” His honey eyes were full of warmth and compassion. Darren used his thumb to brush away Nova’s tear, and then planted a soft kiss on her lips. “Come on.” He took her by the hand. “Let’s get ready to go. We’ll learn more about her and what happened when we see what Peyton found.”
Nova dropped the subject, but the guilt remained. She quickly showered and dressed. They made their way down the elevators and into the lobby to meet the others. Leah, Gideon, and Lance were waiting by the glass doors.
Leah spoke up. “Let’s get going. The more time we spend outside the complex, the more open and vulnerable we are to the Collectors.”
“She’s right,” said Gideon. “Let’s make this quick.”
The group piled into a sleek black Escalade. Leah drove, while Gideon took phone calls in the passenger's seat. Nova sat in the back between Darren and Lance.
“So who is Peyton?” she eventually asked.
