Ecstasy Untamed (Feral Warriors #6)(53)

Hawke gripped her bu**ocks, pulling her tighter, and she gasped at the stroke of sweet fire. He tore his mouth from hers, kissing her cheek, then pulled back just enough to look into her face as he slid himself slowly along her mons, sending rippling shards of pleasure straight up into her core even with them both fully clothed. Her eyes too heavy to fully open, she smiled at him.

"You like that," he murmured, his voice rich with male satisfaction.

"Oh, yeah."

Holding her hips tight, he rubbed himself against her again and again until she was rocking back, gasping with impending release. The orgasm broke over her, fast and explosive and she cried out, the sound swallowed by Hawke's hard, passionate kiss. He continued to rock against her as the spasms rolled through her, one after another, until finally she floated back down from the ether.

As she calmed, he buried his face against her neck, kissing the curve, kissing her jaw. Beneath his gentleness, she felt the strain of his own unrelieved need in the tension of his back and neck and the fine vibrations in his hands.

Slowly, he pulled back and let her legs slide to the floor. He pressed her against the wall behind her, looking down into her face with heavy, sexy-as-sin eyes. "You are so beautiful. Always. But in the throes of passion . . ." He shook his head, his eyes growing even heavier, burning with a fire that made her shiver with longing all over again. He gripped her waist, his warm hands sliding under her shirt, caressing her heated skin, then rising to cover her br**sts.

He leaned forward, kissing her temple as his fingers found her ni**les and squeezed, making her gasp and arch into his touch. His hands were shaking, his breaths coming hard and fast as he pulled one hand away, pressed his palm against her abdomen, and slid it down into her pants, inside her panties, and down into her wetness.

His big body shuddered, his cheek pressed against her temple. "You're so hot, so ready for me. I need to be inside you."

She pressed against his seeking fingers, moaning with pleasure as he stroked her sensitive clitoris, then slid inside her heat. "Yes." She wanted him inside her, covering her, under her, beside her. Now. Always.

"I need to find a room with a lock. And a bed."

Where he'd undress her. Part her legs. See her feral marks.

She froze.

Hawke stilled, then slowly pulled his hand from her pants. "When you're ready."

She stared at him, drowning in the gentle concern she saw in his eyes. But this wasn't about Maxim as Hawke believed. They'd never had any kind of physical relationship. A wisp of nightmare seared her mind. Pain. Her breath caught on a shudder. Yes, they'd had a physical relationship, just not a loving one. None of her feelings for Maxim had been real.

Hawke cupped her jaw, stroking her cheek with his thumb, as he watched her with a gentle intensity, the fire banked beneath layers of tenderness. "I'll give you all the time you need, Smiley. But you're mine."

Inside, an answering cry sounded from her heart. But would he feel that way when he knew the truth of what she'd become?

"There you are." Tighe stuck his head in the room. "Lyon's called a meeting. The conference room is at the end of the hall." He motioned with his head and was gone.

Hawke turned back to her, still stroking her cheek as he looked deep into her eyes as if he'd find and steal her secrets. As if he'd keep them safe for all eternity. As if he'd keep her safe. He slid his hand over the back of her head, pulling her against his side as he turned for the door.

Minutes later, they were seated side by side at a large conference table. Kougar took the seat beside Hawke.

"I heard you were injured," Hawke said to his friend.

"Lost an arm and shoulder." Both of which had fully grown back.

Wulfe, Tighe, and Olivia filed in and took seats across from them. Olivia looked pale. Faith understood why as Jag's yell echoed down from high in the house.

Wulfe frowned. "I thought he was doing okay."

Olivia grimaced. "His legs are regrowing. Along with everything in between."

Several of the Ferals blanched.

"There's nothing in this world more painful than regrowing a penis," Kougar said quietly.

"It's taking longer than the legs." Olivia crossed her arms tight as if shielding herself as another of Jag's yells echoed through the house.

"That's part of the reason it's so painful. It takes forever."

"How much longer?" Olivia asked.

"Another hour, maybe."

Every man shuddered this time. Olivia squeezed her eyes closed. "It better come back as good as new, that's all I'm saying."

Vhyper joined them, and Lyon took his place at the front of the room. Over the next ten minutes, they recounted the battle, everything that happened on that battlefield, even before Maxim reached them.

"They attacked all at once." Tighe leaned forward, his hands fisted on the table in front of him. "One well-choreographed move that we never saw coming. One moment they were fighting the draden, the next, us. If we'd been any less skilled, they might have killed us all."

Olivia made a sound of disagreement. "I've known Polaris for centuries. He's as good a man as any man here, and he would never have turned on you willingly." Her gaze sought Lyon's. "You know that. He had to have been enthralled."

"I have to agree with Olivia." Beside Faith, Hawke leaned forward. "Maxim told Faith that the new Ferals planned to kill us and free the Daemons. The Mage have found yet another way to fill the Feral ranks with those who'll release the Daemons from their magical prison."