His accent was thicker, and he stared at me like he’d devour my flesh with his eyes. I stared back, absorbing the view of pale crystal flesh stretched over muscles that bunched and flexed against the chains. His features were almost frightening in their fierce beauty; mouth fuller from our recent kiss, eyes glittering green, jaw clenching from passionate impatience.
I was impatient, too, emotions surging in me that went well beyond lust. Someone was trying to steal away the most important person in the world to me, and I was going to take back what was mine. His gaze flared brighter when I stalked over, yanking away the last of the chains around his hips. A wealth of rigid flesh filled my hands when a rough tug split open the front of his jeans. Then I stepped on the discarded pile of metal to raise myself to his height, sliding my thigh up to his waist.
His mouth crushed over mine, tongue sensually ravaging me as he bent to bring that hard flesh against my center. I didn’t have time to reach down to assist before a strong arch pushed him inside me, wringing a gasp from me that his mouth absorbed. Every nerve ending flared in welcome as another thrust brought him deeper, sending more pleasure searing through me. I gripped his shoulders through the chains when he moved again, burying himself to the hilt and then grinding against my clitoris in a way that sent spasms ricocheting through my loins.
I cried out when he did it again, locking my arms around his neck for leverage and hiking my other thigh up to press myself closer. He began to move in strong, measured strokes that had me begging for more in between kisses. Power slid along my back, curling around me to hold me aloft and molding my hips tighter against him than mere hands ever could. His thrusts intensified, sending aching currents of rapture through me. My head fell back and I leaned against that invisible grip, loins clenching in frenzied bliss with every deep, rapid stroke.
His throaty growls and my moans drowned out the clanking noises from the chains as we moved faster, faster, until I wasn’t aware of anything except the overwhelming sensations surging inside me. They culminated in a climax that tore a hoarse shout from me, the feel of Bones’s answering spasms sending more ecstatic ripples through my body.
Twenty
I SAGGED AGAINST him, feeling as though my arms and legs had been replaced with jelly. At some point, he’d knelt down as far as the chains allowed, so cold metal bit into my knees from my straddling him, but I didn’t care. Everything still tingled too much for me to focus on the lack of comfortable surroundings.
“I don’t want to move . . . ever,” I managed.
His laugh was soft, wicked, and free of the concerns that bound him more securely than the chains lashing him to the support beam. Hearing it was another form of bliss, only this one reverberated deeper than even my previous, explosive climax.
Something soft touched my legs. I glanced down and saw a blanket winding its way up that had formerly been in the corner. Bones’s power curled it higher, until it draped across my shoulders and warded away the chill in the air. Just further evidence that his will alone restrained him, rather than all the chains and locks Ian and I had wrapped around him.
“Show-off,” I murmured, tucking it over both of us.
He smiled, but a shadow crossed his features, which I knew was the demon coming between us again. “I kept her from using that power as much as I could. If she takes me over once more, the chains will slow her enough for you to shoot me. Don’t hesitate. You’ll only have moments.”
I didn’t glance behind me to where we’d stacked the guns, but they were within easy reach. “I won’t, but let’s not talk about that now. You should try to get some sleep.”
“No,” he said at once. “She wants me to sleep so my resolve will be weakened and she can take me over again.”
Anger burned through me, fueled by my love for Bones and the territorialism that was passed down from every vampire before me. This demon wasn’t going to win. She was going to pay for picking my husband to possess. I’d chase her all the way to hell and back if that’s what I had to do to get my revenge.
“Well, then she’s got a long damn wait,” I said, forcing my rage back enough to smile. “You rarely sleep as it is, and that’s when you’re not trying to squash a hell-bitch.”
He touched his forehead to mine, closing his eyes. “You sleep, Kitten. You know I love holding you while you dream.”
He couldn’t touch me with his hands, but further waves of power cocooned me, somehow more intimate than flesh. I hated that he thought this might be the last time I fell asleep next to him, as the emotions brushing mine told me. With the demon lodged in him, Bones felt like every moment between us had an expiration date if he wanted to keep me safe. But I was equally stubborn about saving his life. This demon didn’t know it yet, but she’d picked the wrong couple to fuck with.