Bone Deep(70)

“Vsegda,” she said at his lips.

His eyes lowered, the blue burning and being answered by the fire inside her belly for this man. “You would promise me that?”

“Right here, right now, I would promise you forever.”

Once she gave the words life they expanded between them becoming something more than she’d ever known. But they were also bitter because she knew she was leaving once again.

He tangled her hair in his hands and came over her, his lips at hers. She opened her legs to him, the length of his cock on her thigh hot as she was consumed by want. He did not kiss her, simply held her there until he sank slowly inside her body, pushing in so deeply she felt possessed, owned.

“Moye,” he said, lips grazing hers as they moved.

“I will remember this,” she promised, more to herself than to Dmitry.

“Yes,” he ground out as she angled her hips, taking him even deeper and using her internal muscles to clench on him.

He stroked her then, retreating to her precipice to slide in again slowly. He built the heat in her body, and they shared sweat and breath. He stared at her, holding her hair and not allowing anything but her hips to move.

She met each thrust, giving herself to him, cementing him in her mind and heart. She did not think about tomorrow. She did not think about her sisters.

All she knew was Dmitry.

How long he made love to her she did not know. It seemed forever but not long enough. Her body craved and he answered her call, giving everything he was to her and abolishing her fear and pain. The heat called to her, the completion of what he wrought inside her demanding as he pushed in harder, deeper, faster.

His hips pumped and she relished the sweat that fell from him as a benediction, burning her skin in the most delightful ways.

“Take me,” he demanded. “Take all of me.”

She did not answer simply gave herself over to him, allowing his body to carry hers up the shimmering cliffs of desire so that they both peaked and exploded at the same time.

He rode her through her orgasm, building the heat once more, pushing her body until she thought she’d go mad.

“I will have all of you,” he said at her ear.

She acceded and he took it—her heart, her soul, her mind, they were his. Bone was his.

And when the darkness began to lighten in the eastern sky, Bone slid from the sheets and the warmth of his body, kissed his lips and left.





Chapter Twenty-Six


The cabin had not changed much. A broken spot in the landscape of the forest, it was a sad reminder of a past Bone could no longer run from. Warped, twisted boards hung haphazardly across the opening and moss clung to the rotting wood. The trees of the rainforest had formed a shroud of sorts above the roof, as if protecting the events that occurred there.

The light was falling and Bone lifted her gaze to the western sky, noting the deep oranges and brilliant reds of the setting sun. The blue of the day was being chased by the threat of the darkness and the darkness was winning as it always did.

Jungle cats screamed in the distance but the night birds were silent. She was here, close, but Bone was lost to the history they shared.

Bullet had stood guard fourteen years ago and Arrow had entered with Bone and Blade.

We must help her, sisters. Blade had been so persistent and the desperation in her voice brought chills to Bone’s skin in the present. They had gotten out of bed, dressed in tanks and shorts, no shoes, and run through the night to a cabin they’d not known existed. They’d followed their sister without question.

Who is she, Blade? Arrow had asked. Bone had been mute with terror. The scent of blood, urine, and feces had been strong. It was as if death stalked them all that night.

She is mine. Blade’s answer had been enough.

Bone had never had an easy time seeing in the dark. Arrow and Blade were the best with the darkness, but she’d walked in, drawn by the pain she heard in the girl’s mewls.

What is wrong with her? The question rang down through time and Bone remembered her fear at the unknown.

Blade had moaned, as if the pain was her own. I don’t know.

We should not be here. Death is here. Arrow warned them and in hindsight Bone realized it would have been better for them all if they’d simply left.

But they hadn’t.

You are the strongest, Bone. Help her.

Blade’s demands, combined with the girl’s keening cries had prompted Bone’s feet to move.

It is so dark in here. I cannot see, she had told Blade.

We cannot risk any light. He will know then.

Bone scraped her foot, hissed out a breath at the small hurt and walked to the girl. Bone placed her hands on the girl’s body then. The tiny thing was contorted in agony, her breathing shallow. Help me.

Her belly had been huge and distended. Wetness coated the floor at Bone’s feet and the copper stench of blood was vicious.

I must push.

The snap of a twig broke the silence of the mountains around her and Bone found herself wholly in the present, standing inside the cabin, staring at the corner where she’d both taken and saved life.

“I do not remember much about that night, but I remember the pain,” her voice pressed on Bone’s eardrums, filled with ghosts and hate.

“I remember it all,” Bone said, turning to confront the woman who had been on First Team’s heels for well over a year, maybe longer.