“I want you naked,” he muttered, and stripped off her clothes until she lay in nothing but cotton underwear.
Every time before this, they’d removed just enough clothes to finish the job. Now she wanted to see all of him. The glorious hard muscles and lean strength. She tugged at his shirt, her hands trembling, and he obliged, yanking it over his head. In seconds, the rest followed.
She grabbed for his shoulders, but he slipped lower, kissing his way down her body, first to the scars on her wrists that he so loved, then to her thighs, which tightened when he neared their juncture. He nuzzled the fabric and she quivered.
“You are what I want,” he murmured.
She shuddered and parted her thighs.
“That’s it,” he growled, and pulled aside her underwear to stroke his tongue along her pussy.
She jumped, keening low in her throat, and then reached for him. Her hands sank into his soft hair. “I want to see your face.”
He relented, but not before he yanked her panties down and threw them across the room. She suddenly felt vulnerable, completely naked before him with her heart opening in a terrifying way.
He loomed above her, huge and hard with his warrior’s face tight with concentration. Pale moonlight shone through the windows, highlighting the harsh planes of his face. He looked as if he never wanted to look away from her. The openness of this moment, of him staring down at her, was more intimate than anything they’d done before. Saying that this was something. Suddenly she was aware of how exposed she was.
She’d laid everything on the line for him. Her life. Her future. As he’d done for her.
She pulled him down for a kiss, sighing as his lips, the only soft part of him, pressed against hers. The rest of him was hot and hard, all smooth skin and firm muscle.
His big hand gripped her hip and she shifted, parting her legs so that his cock fit tightly to her pussy. She moaned, arching beneath him.
“I want you,” she begged. She wanted to forget about what was coming and their terrible odds of success.
She felt his fist against the insides of her thighs as he gripped his shaft, and her muscles tightened in anticipation. She gasped as he pressed inside her, spreading her thighs to take more of him. He sank into her, hot and hard and oh so right. The feel of him blasted her defenses.
He shuddered on top of her, then met her gaze with his as he began to thrust. Chills broke out along her skin, from the pleasure and the realization that this was real and so were they. Together. Whatever happened tomorrow, they had tonight.
She cried out when his thrusts picked up momentum, dragging her along with him toward a finish line she was desperate to reach. The flutters of an orgasm started low in her belly. Desperate craving followed.
Cam fucked her like he might never have a chance to again. As his hips lost their grace, pleasure crashed over her, sucking all conscious thought from her mind.
CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE
Cam woke for the first time in centuries with a woman in his arms. His woman. He tugged her close and looked down at her. A chasm of fear opened within his chest.
She was mortal. There was no way to turn her immortal.
He shook his head to make the thought disappear. There was too much riding on today to be pulled under by such thoughts. Instead, he pressed a kiss to her forehead and rose to shower.
When he got out, he tugged on jeans and walked into the kitchen. Ana leaned against the counter, looking like the best thing he’d ever seen, swamped in his shirt and smiling. She handed him a cup of coffee.
“Thanks,” he said.
“Tell me you’ve got a way out of this mess,” she said.
“I do. But first, how did you get me out of those chains?” He’d been thinking about it in the shower. There was no way she could have broken through Gofannon’s shackles.
“It was the strangest thing.” Her brow furrowed. “I was running toward the tor, and suddenly a black falcon flew down and joined me. It had black eyes, a black beak. It didn’t look like a real bird. When it pecked at your chains, they broke.”
Cam frowned. “That sounds familiar. But I don’t know why. There are no black falcons in Otherworld.”
“I know. It’s crazy. It flew off after it broke your chains, like its job was done.”
“Damn. We could use help like that with what’s coming. As it is, I think we should go to the University Council. And I’d like to call Esha back from her vacation.”
“Good,” she said. “I don’t like the idea of the gods finding me, nor do I want you ending up on the run again. Or worse, chained to that tor.”