His touch is urgent. I make a desperate-sounding moan, and the noise is swallowed by his kiss. Lyre growls low. I feel his chest vibrate against mine. His finger becomes more insistent on my clit. I groan. Then he is standing, looking almost angry. His chest is heaving. He takes off my shoes. “Those pants have to go.” His voice is a deep rumble.
I nod, undoing the top button and taking down the zipper. I start to pull them down. Lyre gives a tug, and they are gone. I barely have my jacket off, and he is settling between my legs.
“My gun.” My voice is high-pitched. I frown. I still have my holster on.
“Leave it.” He yanks my blouse open, and the buttons go flying. “Sexy.” His eyes trace my curves.
He undoes his jeans and his cock springs free. Lyre is infinitely sexy naked, but there is something about seeing him like this. Wild and desperate. I feel it too. My heart is pounding. Adrenaline is pumping. I’m shaking. It’s a need. An urgency.
Lyre kneels and licks my slit. Then he tongues me, hard and deep before suckling on my clit. I shout his name. I’m so on edge my whole body is bristling. “I need you,” I moan. “Now.”
He sits on his haunches and lifts me onto his lap. Then he is thrusting into me from below. I cry out, and my head falls back. The noise seems loud between the four walls. He holds my hips in his big hands and fucks me hard and slow. His eyes don’t leave mine. I curse a couple of times, but I say his name as well. I am filled with him. Taking so much but not nearly enough. I can already feel my orgasm building and hovering.
“You feel…you…holy fuck, Morgan.” He bites his lower lip, picking up the pace. I go from zero to hero. There is no warning. One second I am about to come, and the next, I am not just there but— Holy shit! I make this weird noise in the bottom of my throat, and then I scream his name. Lyre’s hands grip me hard enough to bruise, and he shouts my name as well…I think more than once. He keeps going for a good long while. The muscles on either side of his neck are roped. Then he slows as we gradually come down.
That was the most intense sex I have ever had. It was hardcore fucking, but not. Not even close. There was too much behind that. Too much driving it. Fueling it. Making it explosive. I’m shaking even harder than after our first time.
I can still barely breathe. I shouldn’t talk yet, but I have to. “So…we’re boyfriend…and girlfriend now?” I have to know if he meant it.
I feel him tense. His eyes dart away and then lock with mine. “I…hope so.” He is panting too.
I snigger as best I can through my heavy breathing. “Are you asking me to go steady?”
He smiles. “I guess I am.” He nods.
“I’ve only ever been asked by one boy to go steady.”
He frowns, pulling back. “As in ever? One boy, ever?”
“One boy ever.” I nod.
“What did you tell him?”
I snort-laugh. “I didn’t tell him anything. I kicked him in the knee.”
Lyre chokes out a laugh. “Should I be worried?”
I cup his cheek, feeling his soft beard beneath my fingers. I shake my head. “Not at all. I was touched when you called me your girlfriend. I thought you might just be saying it to stand up for me.”
His face turns stormy. “I would never do that. I’ve never had a girlfriend. I take the whole thing pretty seriously.” He kisses me on the tip of my nose.
“Well, I’ve never had a boyfriend. I’ve dated a couple of guys, but…” I shake my head and shrug.
“They didn’t cut it?” he asks.
“They weren’t quite pushy enough,” I finally say.
Lyre laughs but turns serious far too quickly for my liking. “I don’t want you to go,” he says.
“I don’t want to leave, but I have to. It’s for the best.”
“I know, but I don’t like it.” He pulls out of me, standing up. We’re having a serious conversation, so I try not to stare at all of his masculine beauty. I fail. I might even drool a little. He disappears into the bathroom, returning with a towel which he hands to me.
“I hate the idea,” I say. “I don’t think she’ll harm you, but she might get to one of your friends.”
I watch his eyes turn stormy. His whole stance becomes rigid.
“There is no other option,” I say. “What are the chances of Stephanus’s vision actually happening?”
“Very good, unless something is actively done to change it.”
I lick my lips and then shake my head. “I can’t see myself ever shooting one of your friends like that.”
“I can’t see it either and yet...”
“It will more than likely happen if I stay?” I almost whisper the words.
He nods. “I’m afraid so. I still don’t like the thought of you leaving.”
“I have to. Even if there is a remote chance the vision will come to fruition, I’m not taking the risk,” I say. “I have to go to keep you and your friends safe.” I swallow hard, asking the one question I have in my head. The one question that has been swirling around. “Would Bolt survive if I did shoot him?” My voice changes. The emotion scares me. I know that if the vision comes about, Lyre and I will be over. “I couldn’t live with myself if I killed one of your best friends.” I pull in a deep breath. “One of your kind.”
“Hey,” he lays back down and pulls me into his arms, “it would take a lot to kill Bolt. He’s a dragon demigod. I’m sure you wouldn’t shoot him for no reason. There would have to be a logical explanation.”
“Still…I’m petrified after hearing what Stephanus had to say. A couple of well-placed bullets and even the mightiest of the mighty will fall. Headshots normally do it.”
“I’ve noticed that the gun at your ankle is smaller, so I’m assuming it’s a lower caliber?”
I nod, still trying to tame my emotions.
He smiles. “If you have no other choice, try not to blow his head off. A neck shot is probably not a great idea, either. If you can, use the lower caliber weapon to shoot him in his torso, trying to avoid the heart. He should heal right up. Like I said, it takes a hell of a lot to kill us.”
“You’re being so good about this.”
“As I said, I know you wouldn’t shoot Bolt without good reason. I trust you.”
“I wouldn’t.” I nod. “I still can’t see it happening.” I sit up. “You need to be sure to keep away from the harpy. If she gets her hands on your neck, she’ll be able to render you unconscious.” I start looking around for my pants, spotting them on the floor. “Warn all of your friends. Tell them how she can get under your skin. Men are especially susceptible to their advances.”
“I’ll remind the guys.” He frowns. “Are you going already?” he asks.
“I need to call Tom…my old boss. The sooner I get eyes on you, the sooner I can protect you and your friends by leaving.”
He sits up as well and kisses me on the shoulder.
“There’s something I never mentioned. You will need to pay them. That’s how the Order works. They…” It feels weird not saying ‘we’, but I’m no longer part of the organization. “They sniff out disturbances amongst the humans by following news stories. We have connections inside the police department, as well. That’s how I found your PI in the first place. We take payments in exchange for getting rid of the bad guys.”