If he kept this understanding, protective business up, she’d be a goner.

“You good?” he asked her.

She nodded, gratefully eying her bow, which leaned against the wall next to her.

They’d arrived in London earlier that morning. She’d never truly appreciated aetherwalking until she’d had to wait at a baggage claim for her bow. There were definitely some aspects of being a god that rocked. At least Cam had the contacts to get her a fake passport.

“Thanks for getting the private charter to Edinburgh,” Ana said.

Talking to Cam on the last flight had helped her forget most of her anxiety, but she was glad that his thoughtfulness—and deep pockets—kept her from having to go through that again. Not to mention the fact that she was grateful for the hotel room he’d rented them in the airport while the jet was prepared for takeoff. The quick shower made her feel a million times better, not to mention the clean clothes she’d conjured that were more appropriate to the cooler weather. They’d both studiously avoided looking at the bed.

“Traveling as a mortal takes a decade,” she said as the plane hurtled into the air. By her calculations, they’d been on about three hundred planes in the last few days. Exhaustion should haunt her, but she’d gotten some decent sleep on the last plane.

He laughed, low and husky, and squeezed her hand briefly. Her mouth kicked up at the corner.

Yep, she was screwed.

She shot him a look out of the corner of her eye. Though he’d changed into clean clothes in the hotel, he still looked out of place on the plane, just as he had when striding through the London airport. He should fit in here, with his Celtic coloring.

But he didn’t. He was made for the jungle. Out of his element, the contrast made him more intimidating, more deadly. His eyes and mouth were too hard, too wary. His body too tall and dangerous. No doubt there were places in London where he would fit in, but it wasn’t the airport Hilton. Maybe that was one of the reasons he hung out in the jungle. He looked like a mortal, but didn’t quite pass for one.

She shifted in her seat. The memory of what he’d looked like in the ring, fighting like an animal, flashed in front of her eyes.

She could warn herself away from him all she wanted, but it didn’t seem to be working.

Her eyes trailed down his chest to the long legs that stretched out toward the seat in front of him. She glanced at the door leading to the cockpit. It was visible over the top of the chairs in front of theirs. If one of the pilots came out, she’d be able to see Cam’s head but not much else. There was no flight attendant on this flight.

Ana gripped the arm rest of her chair, debating. Then grinned. She wanted to live dangerously, right?

Swiftly, she unbuckled her seatbelt, climbed out of her chair and onto Cam’s lap.

“What are you—”

She cut off his question with her mouth and ran her hands up to his shoulders. She waited for him to give assent. It’d been days since they’d touched like this, both of them warily circling each other, and it was torture not to touch all of him.

He groaned, and she felt his big hands grip her waist. Reveling in the strength of him, she smoothed her palms along his strong chest. She’d admired it on the boat and then again in the hotel room in Bruxa’s Eye.

But this was the first time that she’d actually gotten to touch, to feel all the hard muscles that could do so much damage.

His hands tightened briefly on her hips and he dragged his mouth away from hers. “Ana, this is—”

She pressed a finger against his mouth while she ran her teeth along a straining muscle at his throat. He groaned and his head dropped back.

His skin tasted amazing, fresh and clean with the faintest bite of salt.

It made her wonder what the rest of him would taste like. She slid off of him until the hard floor bit into her knees.

He looked down at her, brows arched and lips parted.

“Ana, you know this is a bad idea.” His voice was rough, sandpaper once again, and she shivered.

It was a bad idea. She’d been telling herself that since she first saw him in the Caipora’s Den. But he turned her brain to mush.

“I want to return the favor.” She reached for the fly of his jeans. “Anyway, it’s just sex, right? Don’t overthink it.” She didn’t believe it even as she said it.

His hand gripped hers where she’d started to unbuckle his belt, so she slipped the other one up to cup the bulge in his jeans. Heat bloomed between her thighs. She wanted this. Wanted to taste him. Wanted to hear the sounds he made in his pleasure.

Cam met Ana’s eyes as she massaged his cock through his jeans.

Tags: Linsey Hall The Mythean Arcana Paranormal
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