Ripper (Hunter #1)(68)

Finally I could touch him and I let my hands find the silk of his hair. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” he said. “Everything’s perfect. You’re mine, Kelsey. I won’t let anything come between us. Not ever again. Trust me. Trust me to take care of you.”

At the time I thought he was talking about sex. I thought he was talking about love and opening my heart to him. I couldn’t have known how much darkness was ahead for us. I couldn’t have known how quickly that promise would be broken. By him. By me. I only knew that lying there with my first real orgasm strumming through my body, I would give him anything.

When that big cock thrust inside me, I realized what I’d been missing. I’d been missing my other half. He filled me. My whole world seemed to focus, to become smaller and larger in the same moment.

Smaller because there was absolutely nothing outside the circle of his arms. He surrounded me utterly. He was all around and inside me. He filled my every sense and I didn’t need anything but him.

Larger because I’d been alone and now I wasn’t. I wasn’t just Kelsey. I was a part of Kelsey and Gray.

I sighed and put my arms around his broad shoulders. He started to thrust, not trying to keep his weight off me. I loved the feel of his weight pressing me into the mattress.

His cheek rubbed against mine. “You feel so good, baby. It feels so right.”

I wrapped my legs around him as he finally managed to work himself in to the base of his cock. I sighed as I felt his balls gently rub against my ass as he pulled out again and thrust home.

“I can’t wait, Kelsey,” he said almost apologetically as he pushed up to his elbows.

He shoved hard into me, slamming his full length in, and I looked up in wonder at the expression on his face. His eyes were closed as he concentrated on hitting my clitoris with his pelvis. I gasped as it started to build all over again. My hands found his tight backside and I squeezed to hold him there, not wanting him to come out of me even an inch.

Gray groaned and picked up the pace, and with a little twist of his hips sent me careening over the edge for the second time that night. As I bucked against him, wanting to prolong that amazing feeling, Gray stiffened above me and I felt him jerk as he came. He said my name over and over as he flooded me with his orgasm. He fell forward, his head next to mine, my body pinned deliciously under his.

“I love you, Kelsey mine,” he said.

I wrapped my arms tightly around him and held on even as I started to fall asleep. As my heartbeat slowed and a pleasant languor invaded my entire body, I wasn’t afraid of dreams. I wouldn’t dream about that again because I was in Gray’s arms and they would keep me safe.





Chapter Eleven





I stared at the pictures on the wall, my fingers idly playing with the coffee mug on the desk. It was easier to view the pictures as pieces of a puzzle rather than actual acts against human beings. In the end, to solve a murder you have to shove your emotions aside and look at the evidence dispassionately. There was time enough for righteous anger later when I knew who to direct it toward.

The Sunday morning light streamed in through the open window and I knew it was a glorious fall day outside. By afternoon it would be warm enough to not need a jacket, but I grew chilled knowing what I had to do.

I had to tell Helen Taylor that her daughter was dead.

“Mistress,” a soft voice said and I turned to see Syl standing in the doorway. His voice hissed around his fangs. “Is the coffee not to your liking? I could make some tea.”

I gave the red-skinned demon a slight smile. I found a night of really exhaustingly awesome sex made me awfully polite. “It’s fine, thank you, Syl.”

I took a long drink of the coffee. It was hot and had that little bit of peppermint in it. It was delicious, even better than the coffee I’d had when Gray had brought me breakfast in bed.

I have a boyfriend. The thought kept going through my head and I found it warmed me on a day when I should have been cold.

But Syl still made the better coffee.

“I am glad my mistress enjoys it,” the demon said, looking inordinately pleased with himself. “How else may I serve you?”

I turned to look at him. He hadn’t bothered with his usual glamour. “I have a small problem.” I’d woken up with a real issue, but the solution was right in front of my face. I knew Gray didn’t want me to have a lot to do with the demon, so sending him out of the house for most of the day would solve two problems. “I only have the clothes I wore on Friday and the dress Liv loaned me. Gray won’t let me go home. Is there…”

The demon’s eyes lit up. “I would be honored to acquire new garments for you. I enjoy shopping very much and have a decent eye. I will ensure that my mistress has the loveliest clothing.”

“Let me get you some cash.” I would have to go to an ATM, but I knew there was a convenience store a block away. Surely Gray wouldn’t mind me popping down the road. It wasn’t far.

The demon waved off the thought with a shake of his horned head. “The master would never hear of it. I have a card with which to purchase household items. I will use it. The master has more money than he could possibly use and he would definitely want his intended to be taken care of. After last night, I consider myself your servant as well as his, my mistress.”