Forget About Midnight (Alexa O'Brien, Huntress #9)(17)

He never took his gaze off me when his hands went to his belt. Then he hooked a hand under my leg and pulled me closer to the edge of the hood. I grabbed for him when his beautiful erection pressed against me.

In answer to my plea for closeness, Kale leaned over me so that my naked body was covered with his. Like he had when we’d made love in the rain, he searched me for just a moment, ensuring I knew this was the point of no return.

With a silent nod, I traced a finger along his cheek. Our gazes were locked when he slid inside me. A ragged groan escaped him. For a moment he didn’t move. He just took a second to enjoy being connected in such a powerful way.

“Kale,” I whispered, feeling overwhelmed by the intensity of our connection. With him inside me and his saccharine essence all around me, I felt our bond in a whole new way. He was mine, and right then every part of me knew it.

Slowly he began to move. His steady, deep thrusts fed the wind that blew around us. I drew on his heady energy, taking it into me to a dark place that feasted upon him.

He buried his face in my hair, his lips on my neck. With one arm flung around him, I held him close. With the other hand I gripped his hip, loving the way he felt between my legs.

I began to slip away from myself. The passion we shared was all-consuming, swallowing me whole. There was no me anymore. There was just two lost souls entwined as one in an erotic embrace driven by forbidden love.

Kale was all over me, all around me. I drank him in. The rush of his desire and the tenderness of his caress brought me to a dizzying place of detachment where I could pretend for just a moment that this was all there was in the world, just this moment of untamed emotion. It was a beautiful expression of the things neither of us could say.

Slow and sensual, he moved inside me. Kale made love to me as if it were our final moment on earth. Staring up into his gorgeous eyes, I saw the genuine emotion that drove him. It echoed within me. I loved him. I did. And still, even in that moment of absolution, I heard a small voice inside me whisper, But he is not the one.

I bit my tongue to hold back a whimper. Losing myself in Kale hadn’t brought me the illusions I sought. If anything, it forced me to see everything much more clearly.

My name was a husky murmur as he grazed my neck with his fangs. There was no living sustenance in vampire blood, but there was a hell of a lot of power to bask in. The ultimate drug.

The rhythm of his thrusts steadily increased as we climbed that climactic mountain. The sensations that engulfed me were intense, greater than anything my mortal body had known. My cries echoed around us, the only sound other than the mystical wind.

Kale’s arms shook with the tension thrumming through him as he held himself atop me. His energy was loud in my head, an untamed force that filled me until it seemed that we floated, weightless.

The rush of white noise was deafening in my ears, drowning out the wind and my own cries of pleasure. He moaned, and I felt him tense inside me. With a low murmur, he gripped my hips and filled me with a ferocity that brought a smile to my face. I clutched him with claws, raking his back as I came with a shudder.

A moment later he joined me, and we lay there enjoying the brief afterglow. Unfortunately, being perched on the hood of a car limited the snuggle time.

“We’ve really got to try this in a bed sometime,” I said with a laugh.

Kale straightened up and tugged his pants back into place, though he didn’t look happy about it. I sat up, feeling both vulnerable and too damn high on him to give a shit.

It would’ve been easier to gather myself if he hadn’t been staring at me like he was considering round two. I felt like I was flying. My head swam in the nicest way. It was hard to feel sorry for anything we’d just done.

He pulled me into a warm embrace, pressing a kiss to my cheek before releasing me to finish dressing. “We should get out of here before the FPA show up. I’m sure they’re tracking you.”

I eyed him, my gaze drifting over the faint marks marring his face. “Did Arys say that?” When he looked up sharply, I added, “I mean, he’s the one who hit you. Right?” I slid off the hood of the car, doing my best to keep my butt from sticking to the paint. That would sure ruin the seductress vibe I’d had going on.

“There was an exchange of hits,” he said with a nod. “He did mention your sister. She’s been tracking our kills.”

Slipping into my underwear, I frowned. This was not good after-lovemaking conversation. “Well, I guess that fits with what Falon said.”

An awkwardness settled, and I hated it for tainting what should have been a special moment. Kale slipped into his leather jacket, looking like he wanted to say more. I motioned for him to go ahead and spit it out. Might as well now.

“Juliet said they’ll be hunting you if the public kills don’t stop.”

I laughed hard then. With the power buzzing so hard through my system that my hands shook and my head fogged with the high of it all, I found it impossible to take Juliet’s threat seriously.

“They can try,” I snickered.

“You don’t mean that.”

“Like hell I don’t.”

Kale surprised me by grabbing my arm and forcing me to meet his gaze. I was half-dressed, about to slip my shirt on.

“Don’t laugh this off,” he said, stern and hard. “I would never forgive myself if you ended up inside that building. Trust me. You don’t want that.”