Page 57 of Blood Bearon
The two sensations mixed and grew brighter inside her. Rachel wasn’t going to be able to hold on for much longer. Khove’s long hand reached out and he rested it at the base of her neck, fingers out to the side. He didn’t truly squeeze, but even the suggestion of it drew an unexpectedly hot response.
She grabbed his wrist and used that for leverage, at one point sucking on his fingertips, watching his face, drawing arousal from his reactions.
“Don’t stop,” she whispered when he slowed his thumb between her legs. “I’m close.”
And she was. Her insides tightened around him, and she saw his own face twitch. Arching her back, she rode him harder, faster, calling out for him to climax as well.
It started as a tremor in his hands, followed by a swelling of his cock inside her so powerfully she could feel it. Khove groaned loudly, and suddenly, his hips bucked and thrust with unexpected ferocity and speed.
Rachel was caught completely unprepared and she went from being at the edge, to plummeting over it in a nanosecond. Her body convulsed and she curled up on top of him while Khove’s hips lifted into the air as he filled her with molten warmth. She nearly fell off as her body control deserted her, but strong hands kept her in place.
Completely spent, she collapsed on top of his chest, breathing hard, after-tremors wracking her entire body. Beneath her Khove lay still, the only signal he was still alive the powerful rise and fall of his chest. Every so often, he’d groan and his still-hard cock would pump inside her again, but otherwise he wasn’t present.
“What just happened?” she asked once she had air to spare. “That was more intense than anything I’ve experienced before.”
“Don’t know. Don’t care. Too busy enjoying it,” Khove muttered.
She frowned, poking his side gently. “Are you going to fall asleep on me?”
“Think of it as a compliment,” he rumbled. “You gave it to me so good, I’ve got nothing left.”
Rachel pushed herself up back into a sitting position. Khove’s eyes opened and he locked onto her.
“Why are you smiling?” he asked suspiciously.
Rachel shrugged, gently moving her hips back and forth. “Are you telling me,” she said in as sultry a voice as she could manage, caressing her breasts and gently pinching her nipples. “That you don’t want to go again?”
Khove’s answering growl filled the room.
27
He walked the hallways of the Manor, wishing for the nth time that he was the type able to sleep in.
Rachel seemed to be able to manage that just fine, though she didn’t have the energy or strength of a shifter, and they had more than exerted themselves throughout what had remained of the night. She needed the sleep. He was operating on reserves.
“And a load of good they’re doing,” he snarled, irritated at himself for not having a plan. Not just a good plan, butanyplan.
Passing by the kitchen, he pondered stopping, seeing if brain food would help. But his legs kept him going down another corridor, pausing briefly at the Grand Hallway to nod in greeting to a pair of guards as they patrolled the long entryway to the Manor.
At six in the morning, the place was mostly asleep, very few shifters stirring. The guard patrols would be changing shortly, and the night shift headed for their beds. He couldn’t blame them, and wished he could do the same. But he’d been up for an hour before even leaving his room, not wanting to risk disturbing Rach with his normal tossing and turning.
Much of his irritation stemmed from the reports he’d received after checking in with Kirell. As Captain of the House, Kirell handled much of the intelligence apparatus as well, including issues with their holdings in Plymouth Falls. It had been Kirell who’d informed Khove that while he and Rachel were sleeping after an intimate, peaceful night, more attacks had taken place in town. All because he’d allowed himself to indulge in the pleasures of the flesh!
Okay, so it’s more than that with Rachel. It doesn’t matter. I should have waited until after this was over.
What angered him most about it, however, was that despite his desire to do something about it, he felt impotent. Knowing that Korred would no longer hesitate to send the Fae against them, Khove had decided to bring his own weapons into the city. They had moved beyond human laws now, and he needed to be able to respond.
A pair of uranium-tipped blades and—with Rachel equipped with similar bullets that would spew radiated dust upon impact—he could keep the magical creatures at bay. The radiation broke the bonds of magic, including those of creatures summoned from another plane of existence. No Fae could resist its touch.
Even with that, however, he still needed a way to strike back at Korred, to track the Traitor down and kill him once and for all. And yet despite the simplicity of what needed to be done, Khove was drawing a complete and utter blank. Unless the Traitor decided to show his face, they would always be playing catch-up.
Not to mention we’re running out of time as well, Khove. You need to find him and end him. Soon.
The longer he was allowed to operate unchecked, the more his power would grow. Everyone knew it was only a matter of time before he assaulted Ursidae Manor again, and this time, he would have the strength to back it up. The thing Khove feared the most was that he would fail to stop such a thing from happening.
Lost deep in his thoughts, he didn’t hear the footsteps approaching at the next intersection, and Khove walked full-speed into the other shifter. Neither of them was expecting the impact, but Khove was moving with a purpose and the other shifter hit the ground, the surprise body-check catching him completely unprepared.
“Shit, I’m sorry,” Khove said, stepping forward and extending his hand to help the other up.
