“Teach me more of the foreplay you like.”
She was a changeling, sensuality in her blood—and yet his blunt request had her breathless. “I like everything you do to me.”
“In that case”—he flipped her onto her back again, spread her thighs—“I think we should explore the concept of oral sex.”
Her brain hazed over. And stayed hazed.
Because once Walker Lauren put his mind to something, it didn’t budge—and the man did not leave any task unfinished. “Hmm,” he said after the orgasm left her a quivering mass of female flesh. “Let’s do that again now that I know what I’m doing.”
Now that he— “Touch me and die.” Grabbing those big shoulders, she hauled him up.
“No more oral sex?” A quiet, sexy smile she knew only she would ever see.
Her entire body melted. “Oh, no. Yes, to more oral sex.” Pushing him onto his back, she slid down his body.
Her mate, she learned, knew some very interesting words.
JUDD had gone to Xavier’s to pass over a data crystal encoded with information relating to a woman his friend had been searching for, for years, but as he waited for Xavier to finish speaking to someone in his office and come on out, he found a black-garbed male taking a seat on the moonlit back steps next to him.
He wasn’t surprised—he’d expected this from the instant his family’s cover had been blown. “Hello, Aden.”
Aden looked out at the kitchen garden behind the church. “I did not expect to find you so near a place of worship.”
“Have you come to kill me?”
“Those are my orders.”
“Since I can teleport, that means Vasic is nearby.”
Aden looked at him for the first time; that face with its high cheekbones, olive skin, and uptilted eyes was that of the quintessential Arrow. Cold. Without any indication of a man behind the mask “Vasic was taken off Jax when you were,” he said without warning, referring to the drug that turned Arrows into killers.
“Did it help him?”
“He says there was nothing left in him to save.”
Judd’s eyes went to the emblem on the shoulder of Aden’s uniform, a single star. “Kaleb didn’t give the order.”
“Ming.” Aden turned back to look at the garden. “He doesn’t understand us, never has, though he once wore the badge of an Arrow.”
Judd leaned forward to brace his arms on his knees. “I broke the code. I left the squad.”
“To save an X.” Aden echoed his move, unusual from a Silent Arrow.
“Silence was meant to save the Xs, save all of us who don’t fit into the normal world.”
“It’s failed, Aden.”
“Yes. For some at least.” A long pause. “The Council no longer exists, though the populace doesn’t yet realize it. The factions are already forming behind the scenes.”
“You’re talking about a civil war.” One that would devastate the Net.
“Perhaps it’s been inevitable since the instant our race chose Silence.”
Yes. “How long?”
“There’ll be a small lull as each faction gathers support . . . months, Judd, not years.”
Bells rang somewhere in the distance, and they both went quiet.
“Has Walker ever told you he had me as a student?” Aden asked after the echoes faded.
Judd shook his head. “He doesn’t speak about his time in the squad’s schoolroom.”
“What he taught me . . . tell him it has saved the life and sanity of more than one Arrow.”
Judd thought of his brother’s brilliance at telepathic deceptions, without which they would’ve never have escaped the Net, and wondered just how Aden had utilized those skills. “If you need me, I’ll stand beside you.”
“You exist. Sienna exists. It’s enough. You not only survived, you’ve found happiness. I don’t understand the emotion, but I know it’s better than the dark. So do the others.”
Hope, Judd thought. That was the word Aden couldn’t find. “What will you do?”
“Silence is falling.” No change in the tone of his voice, nothing to betray the scale of what he was talking about. “We will watch, wait, and fight the war when it comes.”
Judd didn’t ask on which side Aden and the Arrows would stand. He knew.
DIZZIED by the turn of events that had left her with decades, maybe a century left to live, Sienna was more than grateful when Hawke took her to the privacy of their cabin. She found herself being kissed an instant later. She wanted to nip at those firm lips, even knowing it would be a very bad idea. Might just get her devoured. “Wait, I—”
“No talking,” he said, a bare millimeter between them. “Skin privileges first.”
“Talk first.” She dug her nails into his chest.
Picking her up, he pinned her to the wall, her legs around his waist. “Okay.” Clever hands opening the buttons of her shirt, a sexy mouth on the skin of her throat and the upper curves of her breasts.