Like a sister and nephew.
“You think the journal will tell us anything about the nectar?” Warwick stared off, his obvious switch of topics not lost on me.
“I hope... or maybe something about me. What I am.”
His head turned in my direction. “What you are... is mine... Sotet démonom.” His turquoise eyes flamed with a possessiveness.
No matter how many times he called me his dark demon, it affected my body with urgent desire.
His shadow flicked at my breasts with his tongue, fingers tracing down my stomach to my pussy, melting my brain to slush. I needed him now.
Setting the bottle down, I stood, the sheet falling to the mattress. My attention locked on him, I strolled confidently to where he sat.
“Is that so?”
I could distinguish the heat rising in him, his eyes tracking my naked body, his lust rubbing against my skin. His eyes shifted down me, his desire hardening him instantly, making me smirk.
“And here I thought I wasn’t your type, Farkas. Too skinny and bony.”
A wicked grin tipped the side of his mouth. “Guess that changed.” He grabbed my thighs, pulling me between his legs.
“Or you lied.”
“That too.” A roguish grin glinted his eyes. “I seem to have no off switch now.”
Absently, his fingers trailed over my hips and ass, his brows gathering in thought. “This time, it felt very real.” He wagged his head, tipping it back into the chair. “I was back on the field, could smell the magic, feel dirt and blood. I was fucking you on the field and in here too. Baszni... I felt myself coming back to life at the same moment I was actually coming inside you.”
My cheeks heated as my head bounced in agreement. Reaching out, I traced over his jaw, his thick scruff tickling my skin.
“How could I feel the dead here in this room?” His lids narrowed. “Feel them in the past... there was no difference. How is this possible?”
I exhaled with a shrug, having no clue.
“This is not natural, even to the fae world.” His calloused palm continued to explore my skin, arousal tingling through me again. “Even with the rarest of magic, this shouldn’t be possible.”
I inhaled sharply as his touch glided down, rubbing through my folds, his erection responding to my arousal.
“You aren’t normal,” he breathed out in a horse whisper, cascading desire down on me like rain.
“You aren’t either.”
He grinned, his palms gripping my hips, leaning in. His mouth joined his fingers, tearing a gasp from my lungs. Tugging one of my legs onto the chair, spreading me open, his tongue parted me, his other arm pulling me in firmer to him.
“Oh... gods...” My head fell back, my lungs clenching.
“Guess we’re both freaks,” he muttered against me before he devoured me with fierce aptitude.
The screams and noises coming from me didn’t sound human. My body trembled and convulsed. I could no longer breathe, blackness dotting my vision. My ache for release made me frantic and crazed. Right as I felt myself near it, he seized my waist, yanking me over his lap, and slamming me down on him.
“FUCK!” A deep bellow rang in the air, and I had no idea if it was from him or me.
Everything went dark as I exploded into fragments.
Chapter 21
“You two get up!” A crisp voice jolted me from a deep sleep, my body feeling like it was wrapped in the most delicious cocoon.
My eyes fluttered open; early morning light bathed the room. Aches and pains wracked across my muscles the instant I stirred. Lying on my stomach, a massive body half covered mine, our legs and arms tangled. His cock was hard against my ass, our naked skin brushing against each other, his intoxicating smell wrapping over me. I never wanted to move.
“Now!”
Blinking, I lifted my head to see Kitty standing in the doorway, her expression tight with displeasure. She was regal in her annoyance.
I followed her gaze as it slinked around the room, landing on every item now destroyed, her nose flaring.
When did we break the chair? My mind tried to recall, but I remembered nothing after Warwick thrust into me. When did he bring me back to bed? What was left of it, anyway?
Warwick moaned into my neck, his body stretching over mine, his cock burrowing in deeper into my ass, forcing me to bite down on my lip.
“Kitty...” he murmured, his eyes opening, his tone full of the charm he used on her.
“Ne szarozz velem, Warwick.” Don’t mess with me. Her voice was low and controlled. “The only reason I’m not kicking you out of here for good is because as a result of...” Her manicured hand motioned to us. “Of whatever you two generated, which I really don’t want to know about,” she shook her head, her hand up like a barrier, “patrons paid triple the normal amount last night.”
“See?” Warwick rubbed his face, rolling onto his back. “You should be thanking us.”
“Thanking you?” Kitty’s voice tightened, her shoulders rising. “You demolished this room. Again!”
“I never destroyed this room before.”
She sucked in sharply. Warwick’s mischievous smile grew; he enjoyed getting a rise out of her.
Her lids closed briefly, and she took a slow, deep breath. “Thanks to Dr. Laski, the bandit is still alive. Barely.” Her heels clicked as she turned, her hand on the doorknob. “You better hurry while he is still awake and breathing.”
The door slammed.
I sat up, cringing from the bruises and soreness. We didn’t just fuck hard; we kicked the shit out of each other.
“Looks like you were nailed in a fight, Kovacs.” Warwick smirked, motioning to the bruises on my face, moving the sheet away from my figure, tapping at the clear fingerprints marking my hips. “Or just nailed.”
Amused, I peered down at the blood still dried around his nose, his swollen lip, and healing cuts covering him. We loved it. It was foreplay to us. Pushing the barriers. Walking the line of sensuality and torture.
“Looks like you got your ass kicked by a girl, Farkas.”
“And, fuck, it was fun.” He shoved his arms behind his head, his gaze intently on me. Invisible fingers rubbed over my core, teeth biting at my neck.
My legs instantly opened, a guttural pant escaping from me.
“Stop.” I ground my teeth, glaring at him. “We have to go.”
His brows lifted.
“I have to talk to this guy. He might not stay conscious long.”
Warwick sighed, relenting with a nod, rubbing at his face. The moment he did, my body wanted to punch me in the face for impeding what could have been another mythical orgasm. I was a fucking idiot.
Grumbling to myself, I reached for an item of clothing lying on the ground, hoping it was something I could wear. I needed a shower more than anything, my skin sticky with dirt, sweat, sex, and blood, but the hostage was the priority. Everything might rest on getting back the journal.
Swiping up a pair of knickers, two huge dark eyes peered up at me.
“Holy shit!” I jumped, my hand clamping over my mouth as recognition hit me. “Oh gods, Bitzy!”
Chiiiiirp. A dark blue bandana knotted around her neck, covering her like a muumuu. She munched on something, her huge ears lowered, her head rolling as if she were swaying to music.