Blood Lands (Savage Lands #5)(63)

Chirppp. Bitzy curled one finger up at him as she tipped over, passing out.

“Good talk.” I patted Warwick.

“I tried.” He shrugged, yawning, his eyes finally opened. Scouring his face again, he pushed himself up.

“Watch out! The big bad wolfie is on the prowl!” Opie exclaimed, pretending to shield his eyes, but ogling the legend through his fingers. “That thing could knock out small villages!”

Warwick scoffed, stretching his arms up to the canopy, leaning in toward me. “Shower’s crap here, but at least it will get all the bodily fluids off.” He winked.

“Gross.”

“I meant blood and plasma from the lab.” He lifted a dark brow. “What were you thinking, Kovacs?” He dipped further, his mouth trailing over mine, nipping at my ear. “Think I promised I’d be fucking you in the shower.”

Heat burned my cheeks, sliding down my limbs and between my legs.

“I think you did.”

He took my hand, pulling me up and walking us toward the door. I turned back to my friends.

“No opium or drugs of any kind while we’re gone.” I pointed at Opie. “Especially for that one.” I pointed at Bitzy, her mouth open, snoring.

“No drugs!” He saluted me. “And I will not under no circumstances make this bed... or clean in any way. Nope. I don’t feel any kind of urge at all. Just because it’s disgusting and covered in some crusty stuff I don’t even want to think about. Nope, I won’t touch anything.”

The bed would be made before we left this room.

Warwick walked us through a door leading to a very rudimentary bathroom with open toilets and showers.

Something we were used to.

Turning on the shower, Warwick pushed me against the wall, letting the cold water rain down on us, his physique pressing into mine. Grabbing a bar of soap, his hand glided over my body, rubbing soap over my breasts as his fingers slipped between my folds, not caring about the three other people in the room taking a shower. Their eyes were so dilated and droopy, I didn’t think they’d noticed anything.

Biting down on my lip, my body responded instantly to his touch. I went from needy to desperate in a matter of seconds.

I curved into his hands, craving him. He picked me up, my legs wrapping around him as his cock rubbed through me.

“How—?” I croaked, arms around his neck, my teeth biting and tugging on his bottom lip. “How can I still be this desperate for you?”

“Because...” He hitched me higher, his mouth crushing mine before he continued. “We defy nature, Kovacs. We break every law.” His words hit me as he slammed me down on him, my mouth gaping in a loud cry, while bits of my dream flashed through my head.

“The girl who challenges nature’s laws. Your power calls to you...”

The fae book had come to me, had reached out to me as it had done once before, flashing over images of a cabin, of a fireplace and sofa, of a dark forest outside.

“Fuck. Fuck!” Warwick pounded into me, pinning my spine to the wall, his grip on my hips bruising, but I only wanted more. Harder.

Without a word, he complied. Brutal and unforgiving, he nailed into me, the images getting more distinct, every detail becoming solid. My body gave over to the raw pleasure, my vision sparking and shattering.

“Kovacs!” he bellowed, releasing inside me as my pussy clenched around him brutally, my nails raking down his back, tearing into his skin.

Flashes of an object flared to life, charring more of the box it was in.

The nectar.

Heaving in and out, I clung to Warwick, both of us struggling to catch our breath, my core still constricting around him.

His gaze met mine.

“The nectar,” I rasped out.

He nodded, confirming he had seen the same thing.

“I know where it is.”





Chapter 17





The cold rain and wind whipped harshly across my face, the motorcycle cutting around another bend up the mountain. The sun was already below the horizon, the dense trees intertwining thick fog through the branches, chilling my bones. Tucking tighter against Warwick, I tried to absorb more of his body heat against the freezing November rain.

Having no sense of time for weeks now, Warwick and I didn’t come up from the opium den until early evening, having slept through most of the day. After getting something to eat, Gawel helped us get clothes and “obtain” a bike before we headed in the direction the book had shown me. How the nectar got so far from the Madách Tér in Savage Lands where it was left, I had no idea.

The book had shown me a picture of a map, the location. The closer we got, the more the landscape became familiar, and the more I had the urge to turn around, which had me thinking, I knew exactly where it landed.

“A spell is guarding the place.” Warwick’s shadow said to me, the roaring wind and bike too loud to talk over. “It will try to steer us away. Just concentrate on what it showed you. Nothing else.”

The night crept in closer, and the howls of wild animals could be heard in the distance. Tugging the pack I borrowed from Gawel closer to my body, I felt the weight of my friends inside, probably still passed out.

They ignored my no drug rule and considered the mushrooms they had brought with them a “vegetable.”