On a Razor's Edge (Darkness #3)(4)

“And the other faction?”

“The most extreme of them think they should take their place as the dominant species. Most, however, would be happy to just live among humans.”

“So, the worst of them want to kill and maim. Like they do now, but without being in the shadows.”

“Correct. There’s no better way to incite mass violence in humans then to have large, scary creatures try to threaten a human’s way of life. Hell, humans don’t even suffer their own when it comes to property and position. We stand no chance. Right now we stick to the shadows and we co-exist quietly. We stick our neck out—even to just share openly—and the humans will shoot a hole in it. Trek doesn’t seem to understand that, but then, the power-hungry rarely see beyond their delusions of grandeur. Which is why we present them with lots and lots of violence.”

“Don’t bring a sword to a gunfight.”

Stefan’s hand massaged up the inside of my leg as my hand picked up speed along his shaft. “Oh, we have guns. We just can’t maintain magic with the bullets. Shoot one of Trek’s magic creations through the heart, and you get a loud noise and no results.”

“I’d always wondered. Huh. But you could shoot each other.”

“Yes, we could. And have. But then the cops get called, and that whole sermon about keeping under the humans’ radar…”

“I get it, I get it. All right.”

His fingers brushed against my sex. “You can be taught.” He laughed, his lips pressing against mine.

I spread my legs as his fingers dipped into me, his thumb applying pressure to the sensitive top, making slippery circles. I breathed deeply, my body warming from his ministrations. I’d never felt like I did with Stefan. Even before I’d met him, his body had called to me, begging me to cross whatever distance separated us and wrap myself around him. Though we hadn’t uttered the “L-word” to each other yet, we felt it. Both of us did. We felt it like normal people didn’t. A deep-rooted connection attached us, not only relaying our emotions through a link between us, but merging our souls into one, then delivering each half to a body.

I climbed onto his large body, eager to feel that rush. The tip of his manhood rubbed along my folds, getting them nice and slick. I leaned up, positioned him, then slowly sat down, accepting him deeply into me. My sex stretched over him, feeling that glorious fullness, pushing all the breath from my lungs.

His palms reached up to me, cupping my br**sts, rubbing a thumb along each nipple. I rocked over him, building that wonderful friction, my body winding tight, soaking in the sensations. Tighter and tighter I strove, bobbing on top of him, my head falling back as the tremors gathered and lit me on fire. My body started to sweat, his as well, as his h*ps thrust up to my downward motion.

“Oh, Sasha,” Stefan breathed, eyes closed in determination.

My core vibrated, pulsed, constricted…then blasted apart. A glorified scream filled the room as I exploded in pleasure. I lay my body on top of his, my head resting in the groove of his neck and shoulder as I came down.

“What will happen to us, Stefan?” I asked softly, enjoying the feeling of his fingers trailing along my back.

“We will stay together no matter what comes.”

“But what about your mate? You need one, and from what Charles says, she has to have lineage and birthing ability and all sorts of crap that I don’t have.”

“You might have.”

“I’m a human. By default I’m not mate material. Just ask that ginger in my class that hates me.”

Stefan tucked a piece of hair behind her ear. “We’ll stay together. I’ll bring the matter before the Regional and see what he says.”

“I can’t share you any more than you can share me, Stefan, regardless of your duty.”

He kissed my shoulder. “I know, love. I know that. We’ll figure it out.”

Another half hour had me showered and in combat boots and yoga clothes, striding toward the living room where my bodyguard, Charles, the youngest member of the Watch Command, waited. As usual, the giant muscled guy, dressed in leather from head to foot, sat on the leather couch, knitting some hideously colored monstrosity.

“What are you making this time?” I inquired, snatching an apple out of the fruit bowl resting on the coffee table.

“Well, since you never wear the scarf I made you, I am making a blanket this time.”

“Is it for a little girl?”

Charles stopped in his work and surveyed the thee-by-four square foot of fabric. “No, why? What’s wrong with it?”

“Charles, it’s fluorescent green and pink! Who do you know, who isn’t a three-year-old girl, who wants a blanket made with these two colors?”

Charles’s bushy eyebrows rumpled on his striking face. “You couldn’t have mentioned this before I started?”

“Eyes and logic, Charles, they’re a lethal combination.”

Charles dropped his masterpiece-in-making into his knitting bin beside the couch. He followed me out, headed toward magic class.

“Charles, how am I not considered evil?”

“You’re a female. Of course you are considered evil.”

“Yeah, hilarious. But seriously, if I can wield the black magic level, and Trek does white, doesn’t that make me evil?”