Page 135 of Hell’s Weapon

“I abandoned him during a fight. I’m supposed to be his protector.”

“I’m the one who sent you through a portal. He didn’t so much as yell at me.” That seems to relax her.

“How did you coordinate that, by the way? You couldn’t know when I was going to snatch Milo.”

“Not entirely, but your intentions weren’t hard to read. And if you didn’t give me the opportunity, the plan was to have Wyatt grab you out of the sky.”

“You were going to have him kidnap me?” She raises both eyebrows.

I shrug.

“Am I going to have to keep you two separated? I’m not sure I like you plotting together.”

Laughing now, I drag my hand across her waist to toy with the knot holding the fabric of her robe together. “Oh, Goddess. It’s a bit late for that. We won’t be letting you go now.”

Those eyebrows get higher.

“I can smell them on you, you do realise?” Undoing her robe, I let the red silk fall to the sides. We both drop our eyes to my hand as I slide my fingers down the lower half of her stomach and over the mound of her sex. “I bet their cum is still dripping out of you, is it not?”

Her breath hitches as my index finger parts her folds and slides over her clit. But before she can answer, or I can investigate further, the elevator comes to an abrupt stop, the doors opening to reveal her apartment.

“Too slow, Officer.” She ducks out of my hold and skips out across the threshold. I follow her with a growl, lifting my finger to my lips to taste her. The bitter sweetness hits my tongue, but there is a lingering note of another. It’s not a jealousy that surges through me, I really have come to terms with sharing her, but the need to claim overrides any other thoughts lingering in my brain.

I’ve been separated from her, hunted her down, tracked her blood. Now I need to claim my prize.

Following her out of the elevator on silent footsteps, I rid myself of my boots and rip my shirt off as I stalk her down an entryway. I catch up with her as we pass through an archway into the main living space. I barely take in the details except for the surfaces I could put her on. The plush grey couch hidden in throws and cushions is a good option, but she swings right.

“Are you thirsty? Hungry?” she asks, looking back over her shoulder. I can tell her questions are nothing but a distraction, the flush of her cheeks and down her neck tell me she knows exactly what’s about to happen.

Pouncing, I grab her waist once more and hoist her onto the marble island in the middle of the kitchen area. My teeth come to her neck, nipping the skin before I introduce my tongue, licking up the side and tasting her as I push the fabric from her shoulders and remove it from her body entirely.

She gasps as I snap her thighs wide, her legs dangling off the worktop. Dropping to my knees, I pull her so her ass is on the edge and her cunt is displayed, already glistening, and sending my panther into a frenzy with the release of the scent of her arousal hitting my nostrils.

Leaning forward, I plunge my tongue straight into her as deep as I can go. Tacita screams out in pleasure above me as she grips onto my hair. The taste of her, direct from the source, has my cock hard and aching in an instant. The need to claim her pulsing through me in waves as I fuck her with my tongue in quick thrusts and lick her entire cunt in slow upward movements.

Unzipping my trousers and shoving them down my thighs. Along with my boxers, I take my dick in hand. Pumping it in a tight fist and spreading the precum already beading on the flared head.

Getting her near the edge of orgasm in record time, but I hold off on letting her get all the way there. I pull back as her inner walls tighten around my tongue. Rising to my feet, I push into her in one hard, but slow, thrust.

My head drops to her shoulder as an emotion washes away everything but me and her in this moment. It takes me a second to recognise what it is. Holding still, my dick buried to the hilt inside her and her hands clinging to my sides, her head curled into my chest as well, I analyse the feeling I’m overcome with.

It’s home.

It’s the sweet relief of being back where I belong.

It’s solid ground beneath my feet and my centre of gravity making all the shit I’ve had to deal with disappear into unimportance.

This, right here, is my whole world.

I’m in love with this female.

In fact, love feels weak compared to what I feel for her. This is beyond that, this is forever. This is the rest of my eternity.

Pulling back slowly until only the head of my cock is still inside her, I push back in just as agonisingly slowly until my pelvis is pushing against her clit. I keep the same rhythm as I hold onto my female, the feral heat of how this started transforming into something different, something new.

Despite the lack of pace, her breathing increases. “Oh, fuck,” she cries out. “Fuck, Garrick. What are you doing to me? I can’t…”

“You can take it.” I cup her face after brushing her hair back and bring her lips up to mine, tasting her at an equally languid pace. I swallow her cries of pleasure with each push of my cock into her body, until she loses concentration too much to return my kisses. Her head tilts, bringing our foreheads together instead. I cling to her as she breaks apart, holding her as her orgasm crests, tears forming in the corners of her eyes.