“I can do that from the boat.” She stood, snapped for Willy, and his ears perked. Then he padded to the sliding glass door, waiting expectantly.
“You’re not going anywhere.” Josh followed, blocking the door.
With brows raised, she turned and asked, “Excuse me?”
“I promised your father I would protect you until we figured things out. That means you stay here, with me.” He gripped her chin, forcing her to look up at him. “Plus, I think we need to have a little conversation about what happened tonight.”
At his touch, her knees went weak, her body trembled, and she stuttered, “Th-There’s nothing to discuss.”
Damn him.
“I’m not looking for a mate.” Wide eyes, almost black, bore a hole into her.
“I didn’t say you were,” she snapped. This again? She jerked her chin away and took an unsteady step back.
“No, but your body says something different.” He stood so close that his radiating heat warmed her and his masculine scent intoxicated.
She practically melted.
No, she couldn’t deny what he said was true. Her body did crave him, and not just for sex, for something deeper. And there was nothing deeper than the mating bond.
It took a ton of will power to try to sound uninterested. “I can’t control that urge to mate. Trust me, if I could, you’d be the last person I’d choose.”
He snorted. The man was so arrogant.
She pushed on his chest. “Bugger this. I shouldn’t’ve come here.”
“No you shouldn’t’ve.” One large arm wrapped around her waist, pulling her toward his hard body. His mouth crashed down on hers. Consuming her until she lost all form of thought.
When he pulled back his eyes were dark, dangerous, wanting.
Her brain turned to mush, her body vibrating with need. She wanted to struggle against him, but his pull left her weak. She needed to get the hell out of there. Clear her mind.
“I thought you said you didn’t want me,” she whispered, closing her eyes.
“I said I don’t want to mate with you. There’s a difference. It’s not solstice. There’s no chance of our powers merging.”
Her brain slowly registered what he was saying. “You want to have sex?”
His lips quirked up in a sexy grin. “Yes.”
“With me?”
He chuckled darkly, then lowered his lips to her neck, raking his teeth across the sensitive flesh.
“Yes, with you.”
Maya’s heart raced, slamming hard against her chest, as slick, wet heat dampened her thighs.
“We shouldn’t,” she said breathlessly.
“No, we shouldn’t,” he agreed, his hands roaming over her body, setting her skin on fire.
Traitorous hormones raged within her body. She’d had sex many times with different partners, but his touch was different. It ignited something within her, something she’d lost hope of ever finding.
“Just sex?”
His fingers pulled at her shirt hem, lifting it over her head.
“Just sex,” he murmured into the flesh by her ear.
She exhaled an unsteady breath. It could never be just sex. At least not for her. Their powers were too in tune, their bond undeniable.
Was she willing to risk losing her heart for carnal pleasure?
Brown eyes glimmered in the darkness, watching her, waiting for her consent.
Overwhelming craving won out over common sense. She gave a small nod, and it was all he needed.
His hands dove into her hair, his mouth crashed against hers, in a desperate kiss. Lips and tongues merged. His taste, his essence, traveled through her system like a potent drug, stripping away all self-control.
Their clothes lay discarded in a trail across the floor, leading to the bedroom.
The heat of his touch was unlike anything she’d ever experienced.
Even though it wasn’t solstice and their powers wouldn’t merge, his fire power raged inside her, aching to join.
By the time they made it to the bed, she was a trembling mess of arousal and lust.
“Lay back for me,” he said, his voice husky, and rough.
The soft satin of the bedspread cooled her skin, a sharp comparison to the heat that radiated off his mouth as he licked and kissed a trail down her breasts, stomach, hips and thighs.
He cupped her breast, teasing the hard nipple. His other hand spread her thighs, while his mouth teased and tormented the sensitive flesh between her legs.
Her fingers dug into his shoulders, her clit throbbing in need. His gaze was on her, dark with intent, as his tongue began to tease the tortured little nub, sucking, licking, until she threw her head back and cried out his name, arching into the pleasure of it, riding the waves of her orgasm.
He moved over her, spreading her thighs with his knees. In the dim light, she could see the cocky grin on his face.
Hell, he had every reason to be smug.
When he entered her in one swift motion, his mouth collided with hers, devouring her breathless moan.
He filled her completely, and the sensation overpowered her. She couldn’t breathe, couldn’t move. It was so good.
“Maya.” He moaned her name on his lips like a prayer.
His hips rocked against hers and each stroke of his cock brought her to a new point of ecstasy. The tension continued to build with every thrust, until her body once again screamed for release.
“That’s it, Maya.” His voice was harsh, thick, filled with a desperation that matched hers. “Come for me.”
Her mouth opened in a soundless cry and her body convulsed, spasmed around the thick length of him. Suddenly, a storm of sensations exploded.
His own shuddering release spilled inside her, and intensified the last waves of her pleasure.
For a long moment, neither of them moved. She wasn’t sure she could even if she wanted to. Finally, with a heavy sigh, Josh rolled onto his back, pulling her against his side.
The gesture was more intimate than she’d hoped for, but she knew the rules. He’d made them clear.
Sex. That’s all this was. In a few weeks’ time he’d be gone, and she’d have to resume her life without him.
Fully satiated, she fell into a deep sleep, wondering if she would survive the heartbreak she knew was sure to come.
Chapter 12
Alex’s cheek stung from where the Russian clan leader had hit her. Since arriving on the yacht earlier that morning, the man had been on a never-ending rampage.
She sat in the middle of a tiny stainless steel room, complete with matching table, and a drain in the center. It wasn’t a stretch to imagine her blood washing down the tiled floor. Especially with a hose coiled neatly in the corner and the many knives sitting on a nearby table. She shivered in her metal folding chair when the arctic AC blew upon her bare shoulders.
“You dare bring a Fialko onto my boat,” Gregor Uragan spit out in broken English, his face inches from hers.
The man was pure fucking evil. He was the devil incarnate, with thick salt and pepper hair.
A wild vortex swirled in the black centers of his piercing blue eyes.
He yanked her head back, his fist tightening around her curls. “Maybe you no want to see your beautiful daughter again?”
Tears flowed, stinging the wounds on her cheeks. “I’m sorry. I didn’t know–”
“He is my enemy! I know you know this. You are not stupid, Doctor Williams. Are you?” Gregor leaned over her, his face red, spoiling what might have been attractive features.
She shook her head no and swallowed acrid saliva.
“I am not stupid, also. If he suspect? All this work? For nothing.” He let go of her hair with one final pull.
“I swear. I didn’t say anything.” Alex’s scalp throbbed, as did her shoulders. Plastic tie-wraps cut into her wrists behind her back.
“You better be telling truth. I will know.”
“Sir.” One of his goons came into the ro
om, eyes wary and she sighed, glad to be removed from the center of attention.
The man handed Gregor a file, posture stiff, feet planted, bracing for a swift fist. “We’ve identified the woman from the surveillance video. Her name is Maya O’Connor. She’s the oldest daughter of Daniel O’Connor, the leader of the Irroro clan.”
Gregor took the manila folder, then his mouth pulled back in a sneer. “So O’Connor sends to us a baby fish to spy?”
The man nodded. “There’s more. Fialko’s brother, Josh, has been renting out a small island belonging to the wind clan leader. It appears they’re all working together.”
Alex’s stomach lurched. That little bitch. She should’ve known.
Gregor let out a long string of curses in Russian and then said, “I want them all found and brought here. To me.” He slammed the file down on the table.
Alex flinched.
“What about your new truce with the Iesco wind clan?” A small smile played on the goon’s broad lips.
“What truce?” Gregor raised his eyebrows.
Another one of his men stood, studying the map on the stainless steel table. Alex had taken to calling him Conan. Like Arnold Schwarzenegger in the barbarian movie, his brown hair hung around his shoulders, his bulging muscles strained in his shirt.
“We’ve received word that the members of the Clan Council and many of the clan leaders are already arriving on the barge here.” Conan jammed a meaty finger at the map. “We need to act now.”
“Bah. Too soon. When I bring ship down, I want to kill every member of Council.” Gregor scratched his chin, glowered at Alex, and grabbed a knife off the wall. He pointed. “While alive and screaming, I peel off your skin if Fialkos make trouble for me.”
Alex cringed and looked down.
“I want those two found. And bring me the girl’s family as well.”
“Yes sir.” The younger of the two men left the room.
Conan cracked his knuckles. “If we act now we’ll still have the element of surprise. Plus, with their lower numbers, they’d be less potent.”
“How many witches we have?” Gregor focused his eyes back on Alex.
“I’ve gathered fifty-six low level witches.” She swallowed hard. “With your thirty our numbers will almost double those on board.”
Gregor gave a hard nod. “Get our ships in position. If they move, we strike. Understood?”
“Yes, sir.”
“And you.” Gregor gripped Alex’s arm painfully, pulling her to her feet. “You come with me. I teach you to beg for a real witch’s cock.”
Chapter 13
Josh groaned when the early morning sun hit his closed eyelids. He put a pillow over his head, wishing to drown out the loud chorus of tropical squawking. Finally, he gave in and opened his eyes. For a moment, he panicked.
Where am I?
Reflections of ocean waves danced over bright yellow walls muted by a mosquito net draped from hooks on the ceiling.
His heart slowed to normal when he woke fully, remembered, and smiled.
It’d been late when they’d moved off his island to this much more remote one. After that, he’d spent the next few hours in a repeat performance of what was undoubtedly the most incredible sex of his life.
Beside him, Maya lay sleeping on her stomach, lemon and lime colored sheets pulled low across her back. So fucking perfect. Dragging his knuckles across her soft flesh, she stirred.
Red lashes fluttered and her eyes moved behind her lids. Lips, swollen from her passionate kisses, moaned his name. If he wasn’t so sure her body ached as much as his, he’d wake her.
On the yellow bedside table, the sat-phone read eight. Probably time to get up. He breathed in the smell of their sex upon the sheets, her shampoo, and something else that was all her. Like ocean mixed with cinnamon and cream.
He’d expected good sex, but never what happened between them. He gently moved her hair aside to kiss her temple. Shit. He didn’t even know women could be that passionate. Every time he’d touched her, she’d reacted in a way that made him wild. Out of control. Mindless.
And this morning? Damn if he wasn’t happy for the first time in years.
Green irises gazed up at him and she smiled. “Hey.”
Her lips begged to be kissed, so he did. “Hey back.”
“You hungry?”
“Ravenous. For you.”
Her mouth curved up in a smile that brightened her whole face. “Any more of that and I’ll need a healer.”
“As far as I know, there’s none close by, so I guess we should make some breakfast.”
“I’ll make it. You can have a shower.” She pushed off from him, ducked under the net, and bent over to pull on his t-shirt. His cock shot up to high noon at the sight of her beautiful behind.
Then, she disappeared out of the canary room, down the hall, humming some God-awful tune that made him grin.
After he stepped from the shower, he wrapped a towel around his waist, and inhaled the sweet aroma of coffee. It drifted throughout the small cottage.
Back in the bedroom, on the nightstand, a breakfast was laid out on a platter like he was in the Waldorf Astoria. A tropical flower stood in a clear glass vase.
She strolled into the room, two steaming mugs in hand.
“Breakfast in bed?” He raised his eyebrows and sat down, the bed creaking under his weight.
“I like to cook.” Smiling, she handed him a cup of the strong brew.
When they touched, the zing was still there, but different. More intimate. And standing there, wearing just his black t-shirt, his Neanderthal brain grunted.
Mine.
Last night was supposed to be just sex. Hell, it was just sex. Obviously, she thought it was more. But damn, she looked so cute, all sexed mussed. And that smile. Shit. He wouldn’t ruin the moment for her.
He’d call her out on it later. But not now.
Her green eyes studied him from behind her mug. Damned if he didn’t like that, too. Nicole always wanted to talk. Maya could be quiet. Let a man think.
The two women were as different as night and day.
Maya was wild in bed, each move, a sexy dance that drove him mad. When she came, the whole bed shook.
Nicole had been good, practiced, like a high-priced whore. He wondered how many times his wife had faked her orgasms.
A piece of bacon appeared in front of his mouth.
“Eat. You need your strength.”
When he grabbed a piece of toast off the plate, she smiled down at him sweetly. He grinned back like an idiot. This was so not supposed to happen.
He was falling for her.
And it had to stop. Sex was just sex. No grinning, no singing, no afterglow.
She needed to dress. Just the sight of those long legs made him hard for her again. He needed to feel her ankles lock around the small of his back. To come inside her.
Nothing like this had ever happened to him before. Usually sex fed the beast, not made him even more desperate to possess the woman.
Shaking his head, he put the toast down. He needed a plan. Then, he needed to clear out before she had him picking out china.
“We need to talk.”
Her eyebrows rose at his stern tone, but damn it, she needed to understand.
“Listen, about last night…” He stopped when her smile faded.
“I know. Just sex.”
He ran his fingers over his face and sighed.
“Yeah. But we also need to talk about Gregor. We both need to wake up here and figure some things out. Sit. Please.” He patted the bed next to him.
“Oh.” Doing as asked, she blinked at him, as if she too had forgotten everything. “If you’re worried about someone finding us, no one knows about this place. Only me, my brothers and sisters, and my parents. We can stay here as long as we need. The island is completely self-sufficient, even the water is treated from the ocean.”
“Good to know, but we have to let your family know you’re safe.
” He tucked her chin and forced her to see how serious he was about this.
A little pout appeared. “I did. There’s a special signal, a type of beacon. We used it growing up when we needed some time alone without a lot of explanations.”
Josh nodded and let go. Figured a clan leader would have a safe house.
He grabbed one of her hands from off her lap. “Still, I need to let your father know what’s going on.”
“Okay. When do we go?” She jumped off the bed, pulling him with him.
“I told your father I would keep you safe. You’re going to stay here, while I–”
“Seriously? You’re going all caveman?” She let go of him and placed her hands on her hips with eyebrows raised.
“What the hell does that mean?” he growled back, annoyed that he’d called himself the same thing but a moment ago.
“It means I don’t need your protection. I’m coming with you.” She opened a drawer in a lime colored dresser and pulled out a pair of faded shorts.
“We talked about this last night.”
“No. We agreed that we are both in an equal amount of danger.” Next, she pulled out panties and a t-shirt. No bra, he noted.
He pulled his t-shirt over his head when she discarded it. Shit. It smelled like her.
“Damn it Maya. You can’t think you can handle someone like Gregor.” He knelt and found his jeans kicked way under the bed.
“Why? Because I’m a woman?”
“No.” He rubbed his temples where a headache had started. “Because he’s bad news. Whatever you think he is, he’s much worse. He collects women witches to mate with. To increase the power of his clan. Even if it’s not solstice, your children, and his–” he swallowed hard at the thought. “It would change the whole balance of power in Europe.”
“And us, Josh? What if I get pregnant?”
His heart stopped.
“We won’t, will we?” He froze.
She waved away his concerns with a brush of a hand. “No, of course not. We used protection. But don’t you see? The Fialkos are seen as a threat by the rest of the world. Your brothers have already mated with the strongest of earth and wind talents. You’ve become more powerful than any other clan. You think Gregor doesn’t know that? That the rest of the clans aren’t worried?”
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