Jonas (Darkness #7)(16)

I don’t remember feeling this good. Why does she feel this good?

“I can’t—“ He braced himself with everything he had. Tried to hold back. Tried to hold on.

“I can’t—“ He gritted his teeth. He clenched his butt.

She rose up a little, and then sat back down. That one, hard pump was all it took.

He exploded. An orgasm rocked his whole body. He shuddered under her, emptying himself. Small explosions of fire burst across his skin right before he turned to jelly. Every muscle in his body relaxed.

“Okay, I can get ready again. This isn’t a problem. Give me a moment,” Jonas panted.

He opened his eyes to the largest smile he’d yet seen. Her eyes glittered.

“Don’t make fun of me—that’s not fair.” He sounded like a chick. Oh yeah—if Charles ever got wind of this, Jonas would be a laughing-stock. “You’ve been building me up. I’m better than this. Just give me a second.”

“It’s flattering,” she laughed. She started moving again, slowly. Her hips went around in a circle one way, and then back the next. She leaned forward and captured his lips as she rocked forward.

“That’s a nice way of saying it’s embarrassing for me,” Jonas grumbled. He could already feel his body responding, though. Her unsure movements, her experimental rising and falling, and her teasing kissing were enough to be hot and endearing at the same time. She was completely naïve when it came to sex. Completely raw and eager to experiment with this new control.

He wouldn’t allow himself to dwell on why that was. Not until he was standing over this Nathanial male with a glowing orange sword in hand. Instead, he put his head back and fell into the sensations of her movements. Her gorgeous body rocking over him. Her bouncing, rising up until she was at his tip, and then slamming back down. Not only was he rock hard again, he was ready to release round two.

“You’re making a mockery of me,” he panted, eyes squeezed shut again. “Let me touch you. Let me help you get there.”

“No need,” she panted. She rose up and sat down again. And again. She struck up a rhythm. Each sit-down was harder and harder. The friction built as he plunged in and out of her. He couldn’t help lifting off the chair now, rising to meet her fall. Pushing into her with all the strength he could muster in his position.

“Yes, Jonas,” she exalted. She tilted her head back with a smile. “Yes! More!”

Their bodies slapped together. She bent back to him with a deep kiss as he moved inside of her. The pressure increased.

“Oh Jonas,” she sighed. Her insides gripped him. So tight. So hot.

He—had—to—

He blasted into her for the second time. Thankfully, she shook over him a moment later. Her insides milked him, contracting even tighter around his shaft.

“YES!” she yelled.

Her body collapsed over him. Her arms draped across his shoulders and her face was nestled up against his neck.

“You can take my blood, if you want,” he said softly. “I’ve never let a female do it before, but you can. If you want.”

He felt her smile against his skin. “I’ve never taken blood before. Maybe next time. Baby steps.”

“There has to be a next time, Emmy. We shouldn’t wait. We need to get out, now.”

Her body straightened up. Seriousness took over her gaze. “If I let you free—even if I showed you the way out—I can’t do the invisible charm. And even if I could, they know how to undo it. You’d be dead before you took two steps toward freedom.”

“We need the Boss and Sasha. You know this place, Emmy. Think.”

He saw her vision cloud over. A worry-knot formed between her eyebrows. “I have one trick—one trick—I can do. My mom showed me before they moved her to another compound. My magic is weird—it’s not like hers—so when I tried the thing she showed me, it turned into something else. I only have one time, though. Nathanial will learn it and disable it after just using it once near him. I can get a phone that way, but… how fast can your friends get here?”

“How close are we to the Mansion? To Pine Hills?”

Tears swam in Emmy’s eyes as she slowly shook her head. “Probably fifty miles.”

Relief washed through Jonas. “That’s fine. It’s been a few days. They’ll probably have some vague idea where this place is, by now. We just have to hope they’re close. And don’t worry about your human magic—they’ll be able to teach you. There are already a bunch of batty humans learning in the Mansion.”

A tear overflowed. “It sounds like a dream.”

“Well, we have to get out of here, first. And that won’t be too fun.” Which was an understatement. It sounded impossible.

Chapter Five

Emmy’s body was luxuriously relaxed as she wound her way to her room. She’d expected to have a panic attack or something. Or maybe just go numb with memories. But it hadn’t been anything like that. What started as kind of an impulse became the best experience of her life.

But now came the hard part. Jonas was her salvation—she knew that as well as she knew her own name—but they were trapped in this festering pool of disease. Security was much more relaxed at home than in his compound. On enemy soil—as Nathanial thought of it—he wasn’t taking any chances. She knew this, because to make that map of hers, she had to test all the entrance and exit points. Even the “secret” entrance to this place had guards. She could slip out, but getting the prisoner out? It didn’t look good.