Part 11 (2/2)

The other guys mumbled some lewd comments, but smiled and waved us off.

Killian's arm looped around my waist, and he nuzzled my neck. G.o.ds, he smelled so good. His strong pulse beat just below the surface, and his blood's scent was sweet to my nose. Hunger reared up inside me, a ravenous lion pacing in its cage. Only blood would help take the edge off my nerves, but I worried if I fed now, I would lose control.

”I'll take first watch,” Alek said, taking a gun and moving toward the front porch. ”Mikjall, you take the back. The rest of you rustle up some food.”

Everyone began to move, and Killian tugged me down the hallway of the house.

”What are you doing?”

”I need you, and I intend to find a bed to have you.”

I smiled, leaning forward and taking a kiss. His lips met mine in a frenzy, and he shoved me up against the wall.

”What about the bed?” I mumbled into his mouth.

He turned a doork.n.o.b, and we glanced into a small bathroom. Continuing down the hall, we did our best not to knock framed photographs off the wall as we went. The next doork.n.o.b led to a bedroom. His arm tightened around my waist, and he lifted me from the floor, carrying me through the doorway and closing the door behind us.

The full-sized bed in the room groaned as we fell on top of it, our mouths attempting to taste every inch of the other's body while our arms were locked in a frantic embrace. s.h.i.+rts flew off. The rest followed moments later. We were starving for each other. Neither of us could strip naked fast enough.

”Mine.” He growled, sliding down the length of my body to nibble at my hip as he slid a hand up my inner thigh. He dipped two fingers between my slick folds, curling them forward to tease that wonderful spot that weakened my knees.

A slow moan slipped between my lips, and I dug my fingers into the blanket covering the bed.

He pulled his fingers out of me and licked my juices from them, groaning with satisfaction before he moved forward and leaned down, capturing my mouth again. The taste of my arousal on his lips made me even hungrier. I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him close. His chest pressed against my b.r.e.a.s.t.s and was deliciously warm against my cool skin. I could feel the strong thump thump of his heart. Teasing. Enticing. Drawing me closer and closer. My fangs descended, and I pulled away from his lips.

Our gazes met. His blue eyes so clear, so pa.s.sionate.

”Feed, Eira.” The words were all I needed to hear. When I first fed from him in the barn, I'd linked him to me from that moment. He hadn't had a choice. The all-consuming emotional tsunami overtaking me since we'd been together the first time had nothing to do with my feeding directly from his vein and much more to do with the ancient magick in the amulet he'd given me a thousand years ago that had linked our souls. That bond made everything else disappear into the fog of the world. All that mattered right now was that we were together.

Completely.

I bit down on the side of his neck and s.h.i.+vered as the first taste of his sweet blood flowed into my mouth. It was almost as good as Drakonae blood. But in a way it was better, because Killian was connected to me. We belonged together. He was more than just a source of food.

The sustenance he provided filled my soul.

I drank long and deeply, his moans of pleasure and talented hands on my b.r.e.a.s.t.s spurring me on. When his heartbeat slowed just the slightest, I pulled away and sealed off the bite with a few drops of my blood. The puncture wounds would fade and disappear in minutes.

”I'll never tire of that sensation, will I?” he asked, his blue eyes dark and heated with pa.s.sion.

Shaking my head, a smile drew up my lips as I licked the remnants of his blood from each corner. It was like heaven, love, and l.u.s.t mixed into the perfect c.o.c.ktail.

He grabbed my hands and held my wrists in place over my head then let the full weight of his chiseled body press down on mine. G.o.ds, he put any typical human man to shame. The muscles in his shoulders bunched as I flexed my arms. I wouldn't pull free, but I wasn't above making him work to keep me where he wanted me.

”I need to feel a different sensation now,” I purred into his ear.

He groaned and s.h.i.+fted lower onto my body, pressing his hips into the cradle of mine. His shaft nudged my opening, but he didn't enter.

I moaned in frustration and rocked my hips, trying to move things along. Everything ached to be filled. ”Please, Killian.”

He thrust hard, making my wish come true, filling me with every inch of his thick, hard, velvet shaft. Again and again, he thrust.

I wrapped my legs around his waist and pulled him closer, matching his rhythm. My arms wrapped around his neck, and I clung to him, kissing along one of his shoulders and then switching to the other.

”G.o.ds, you feel so good. I've missed you so much, my precious Eira.”

Words wouldn't form. I moaned into his mouth as he captured mine for another kiss.

His tongue swept through my mouth as I felt one of his hands slip between us. His thumb found my c.l.i.t, and then I found bliss.

The room could've been on fire, and I wouldn't have noticed. A tightly wound coil burst inside me. I shattered, and white-hot electricity shot from my core to every nerve ending in my body. My body arched from the bed, lifting his chest as I bit back a scream.

He wrapped his strong arms beneath my shoulders as wave after wave of my climax rolled through me. Then he thrust harder and faster until he growled and stiffened over me. His c.o.c.k throbbed, and his seed filled my body. The warmth spread through me, and I relished every second of it.

He rolled to the side and left the bed for a moment. I didn't see where he went and didn't care.

A few seconds later, he returned with a wet washcloth and cleaned us both before crawling into the bed with me and pulling up the blankets. He snuggled up behind me, spooning. His hand moved from my hip to my b.r.e.a.s.t.s, caressing.

A sigh slipped from my lips, and I allowed my eyes to close. I didn't ever sleep, but sometimes it was nice to just rest.

In this moment, I was happy. The moment didn't last long before I remembered my friends. I'd be happier still if we all made it in and out of Savannah tomorrow.

Alive.

Chapter Twenty-One.

EIRA.

We reached the outskirts of Savannah and parked the SUVs off the side of the road just west of where the wildlife park used to be. Hopefully no one would find them between now and us returning.

Everything was dark. All the highway lights had been removed over the years. It encouraged civilians to adhere to the curfew. We moved as fast as possible. Jared walked alongside Mikjall with one of his hands lit like a torch to light the way for Killian, since he was the only one who couldn't see in the dark.

”We're sticking near the river, right, Eira?” Jared whispered over his shoulder.

”Yes, if we can keep up this run, we'll reach downtown in about an hour.” Mikjall was on point with Jared at the front of the group, and Alek brought up the rear, making sure no un-noticed unit of soldiers had picked up our trail.

We'd entered via a semi-industrial area of the town along the river. I'd hoped it would be less guarded because no one lived there. So far it'd proven to be true. The few guards we had encountered hadn't been a problem at all for me to silently take out of play. Most of them seemed to travel in pairs. I hadn't seen any groups so far larger than three.

The Federal building where prisoners were kept was several miles in, closer to the heart of the city.

”The Federal building is on Main. About another half mile,” I said, gesturing around the corner of the building we were leaning against.

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