Bone Deep(67)

He waited, his heart thumping, his blood streaming like superheated metal through his veins.

Bone stepped to him then, soft and gentle, capitulation in every line of her body. She released the lip she’d been chewing and he breathed in. She unbuttoned his shirt, slowly, pushing it off his shoulders before she pushed his T-shirt up, skimming his chest and raking her short nails over his nipples. She smiled a siren’s smile. He drew in a rough breath, wondering if he was dreaming, hoping against hope he wasn’t.

She unbuttoned his pants, stroking over his hard cock, before she pushed them down his hips. He stepped out of his boots and then out of his pants and boxer briefs.

He stood there, cock jutting proudly from his body and he waited.

She took her tank top off, released the front clasp of her bra and then stepped out of her pants. “We will have to go slow,” she whispered.

“Of course, I wouldn’t hurt you, Etzem,” he assured her.

“No.” She shook her head. “Because I want to feel it all, every inch of you inside me. I want to taste every kiss and I want you to know that as much as you want me, I want you.”

He went to his knees then. Always she brought him to his knees. “Come here,” he pleaded.

She walked to him slowly and he pulled her into his embrace, wrapping his arms around her and feeling her skin on his. He leaned back, looked up at her and she traced his lips, his brow and over his cheeks.

“Show me how to be more, Dmitry. Show me what love could be.”

“It is this,” he said, licking the tip of her breast. Her head fell back and she moaned. “It is this,” he whispered again, stroking along her opening before he dipped a single finger into her body. “And it is this.” He kissed the area over her heart.

She held him to her, hands wrapped in his hair, body quivering under this touches.

He picked her up and placed her gently on the bed. She scooted back and he followed, careful not to put his full weight on her but keeping their skin in contact.

“I need you,” she said and her eyes widened at her admission.

“Then you shall have me,” Dmitry assured her as he sank into her heat and stayed there.

He took her body with every ounce of tenderness inside him. He kissed her, he licked her, he f*cked her, and before it was all said and done, he loved her unequivocally.

She writhed beneath him, her body, scarred and perfect, covered in their combined sweat making him lose his mind. Her * gripped him deep, refusing to let him leave. When they sailed over the crest it was together.

And it was perfect.

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Bone woke on a silent scream, her senses flaring out to determine the threat before she raised her eyes. She took in her surroundings with a single breath. Dmitry remained asleep but Blade was in the room.

Bone opened her eyes, silently slid out of the bed and covered Dmitry before she turned to her sister and raised her chin.

“It is time to talk, sister,” Blade whispered in the darkness.

Bone pulled on her clothes, steeled her heart and followed her sister from the room. She did not glance back.

This house was different from the other. There was a panic room but the single story ranch-style abode on a basement wasn’t as sprawling as the one in Virginia. Rand vowed to rebuild. Bone did not think that was a possibility given what she knew about his government and their involvement with The Collective.

She followed Blade out of the house and to the farthest edge of the property. Bullet and Arrow were not there.

“Where are our sisters?” Bone inquired, something oily moving through her gut.

“This is not their fight,” Blade said firmly.

“The boy belongs to all of us,” Bone said firmly. “I do not understand this subterfuge, Blade.”

“They are weaker now as a result of having given their hearts to men.” Blade’s words carried sorrow.

Her skin prickled, and she tasted foreboding on the slight breeze. “And what of me?”

“You might lust for the Russian but death still holds you. Surely your heart has not been compromised so,” Blade bit out.

“You sound desperate, sister.” Bone kept her tone low, soothing. “Tell me what you are truly here for.”

“Nameless,” Blade said to the sky.

Bone went cold. All hopes of knowing love with Dmitry were placed in a lockbox inside her mind. Whatever hovered in her sister’s tone didn’t bode well for Bone’s future.

“I remember her,” Bone affirmed.

“She is the darkness at the edge of my vision. She is the sound of pain that rings in my ear. Always she is there, Bone. Do you remember her screams? Do you remember the death in that room?”

Blade was in the past. Bone needed her in the present.

“You think to remind me of my part in this? For what reason?” Bone demanded.

“Do. You. Remember?” Blade asked again.

Bone needed Dmitry’s warmth but she feared she’d never know anything but the cold again. “I remember you waking us all, taking us to that abandoned cabin and asking us to help you,” Bone said softly. “I remember the jungle cats screaming and the night birds singing. It was a song of death, Blade. I told you I remember.”

“She was in such pain and I tried to keep her secret but I needed my sisters so I came to you all and you were there. Minton watched us from the shadows. Did you know that?” Blade’s gaze sliced to Bone and in her night-veiled green eyes was the horror of that night.