Page 37 of Under a Wicked Moon
“If he’s alive, I hope so.”
“We have to find him. Why wouldn’t he tell us if he lived?”
“I don’t know. I guess we have to hope the demon possession didn’t drive him insane or fry his memories.” Flynn held out a hand to help him up. “Let’s get you back to a seat.”
“Nah, I’m good.” Even as he said it, Flynn hefted him to a stand and almost carried him out of the bathroom. Ky didn’t want Vivi to see him like this, not that he had a choice.
“You’re notgood.” As Flynn deposited him into a seat near, but not next to Vivi, he whispered, “We’re going to figure out who sold you out.”
Chapter Twelve
The flight to Austria had been long and bumpy, but Ky kept comments about his flight experience to himself. If he questioned Roman about the rough ride, Roman the pilot would snap at him. As Roman had pointed out in the past, there was no way the wing would break off or the plane would crash just because of a little turbulence. Now those updrafts? They’d sent the small plane lurching upward like it had hit a speed bump midair. Those could do damage, but if the plane went down, they’d live. Happened before. Lycans were harder to kill than the average human. Telling Vivi they’d survived a crash before didn’t reassure her.
Once they landed, Roman and Flynn went to find a car to take them to the mage, leaving Ky and Vivi on the plane. Alone.
“You okay?” she asked, moving to sit next to him.
The migraine medication had kicked in, but unlike in the past, it made him more fatigued than ever before, probably from the weight loss and malnutrition.
“Medication for my head made me tired.”
“Want me to help?” Her hands were on his head before he could stop her.
Ky’s upper lip started to sweat while her fingers skimmed over his scalp, humming while she did so. Moments later, she lifted away from him with a small smile. “Better?”
Yes.
It was the truth. He felt better than after any pill or otherstrategy he’d ever tried. He’d pierced every acupuncture point that helped with head pain, even tried chiropractic and massage. None of it worked for long. But whatever she’d just done was incredible.
“Not better?” Her smile dropped.
“It’s better,” he rushed to say. “Thanks.”
She moistened her lips as she stood, eyelids at half-mast.
“We shouldn’t go there.” He was suffocated by her proximity, by the feel of her hand on him, even though it was only resting on his thigh. Tingles spread from that point of contact. The room closed in, and nothing else existed. His chest rose and fell with each deep inhale and exhale.
“Kiss me, Ky. Because if you don’t, I’m going to kiss you.”
He couldn’t look away from her lips. This was a line he wasn’t sure he should cross. He could do it. But should he? This woman had more power over him with one touch than he expected.
Her hand slid farther into his hair and gripped as if to hold him in place.
She pulled his head toward her. She met him more than halfway. At first touch, her lips were soft. Her tongue tickled the seam of his lips, teasing and asking. She tilted his head. His lips parted, and she went in deep. He floated, falling, and if he hadn’t been seated, he’d have fallen into the abyss.
Her opposite hand fell to his hips and slipped beneath his shirt. The warmth of her skin gliding over him elicited a groan. He lifted her onto his lap to have better access.
Without an ounce of self-consciousness, she rubbed against him. “Touch me, Ky.”
He started a slow rhythm between her thighs, rubbing his thick erection across her most sensitive region.
Dips and rolls.
Pressure began to build as her hand wandered across what naked skin it could find of his stomach and ribs. Her oppositehand kept a hold on the back of his head, angling his mouth on hers. The intensity of her grip and the deepness of her kiss drove through his veins.
Fuck, he was going to come before her. Not happening. Had to hold on.
“Ky,” she moaned as his lips kissed along her chin and the rhythm increased between her thighs. “I’ve never… I’m throbbing all the way to my toes. I want it all.”
