Quietly, I chuckled, running my hands through his hair. “Not a chance. Plus, we don’t have to explain we’re having sex again to them.” His furious eyes slowly blinked, his expression beginning to clear, as I started gently pulling his face down to mine. Nibbling at him lush bottom lip, I whispered, “How about you?”
He shook his head, his gaze on my mouth. “It’ll take a hell of a lot more than that to break the mood for me, but,” his gaze lifted to mine and back down to my mouth, “you screamed.”
“Hmm,” I hummed, licking across his lip. “Didn’t like that, did you?”
Instant. “No.” His arched eyebrows were still together.
“How about this?” I lifted my hips, his cock sliding a bit further into me, and he shuddered on top of me. “Do you like that?” That whole Conan metaphor earlier wasn’t really so off base. Ezra was definitely a man who didn’t like the woman who he cared about and was sleeping with to be frightened. It bothered him on a different level. He needed his mind taken off it in a different way, hence the grinding, our sensual powers flaring around us.
His eyes were closed, teeth gritted as he nodded joltingly. “You sure?”
“Ezra,” I arched against him, pressing my body to him tightly, “I want to make love.”
He muttered, “Thank you, Jesus.” Not a second later, his lips were on mine. And we did proceed to make slow love to one another, barely having time to change the sheets on the bed before Jack and Pearl returned.
Chapter Thirteen
Elder Merrick chuckled quietly, standing behind me as he taught me how to flip myself over him while also breaking his neck. Well, not really break his neck, but how the move was done for a surprise attack from behind, using only a smidge of my strength to carry me up and over him. This exercise was actually fun since he was the one who continually hit the mat. I had really enjoyed seeing his ass down there and not having the situation the other way around.
“What’s so funny?” I asked, wiping my forehead, which was sweating disgustingly.
“Your escort has returned from his absence,” he breathed against my ear, his finger traveling over my shoulder.
I brushed his hand away. “Stop that.” I turned my face to his. “What are you—” I stopped, sniffing the air. Ah. My eyes instantly hooded. Ezra. “We have plans to do brunch.”
Again with the whispered breath against my ear. “Is that what it’s called nowadays?”
I snorted before I could stop it, then quickly coughed. “Brunch, as in lots of plates full of yummy treats.” I paused, but quickly added, just in case he came up with something raunchy for that, “Food. Substance.” I slapped at his hand as it started to brush up my arm. “I’d rather see you on the mat than have you groping at me.” And yes, I said it loudly, just in case Ezra was listening. Although, I wasn’t quite sure why. “Let’s do this once more so I can go eat.”
Elder Merrick chuckled, sneaking in a quick kiss against my sweaty, disgusting neck — served him right — before he slapped my ass, saying, “Then do it.”
I rubbed my forehead. “You’re a pain in what you just inappropriately touched.”
“That position is one of my favorites if you would care to find out.”
I blinked. “Huh?”
He laughed gravelly, murmuring, “Innocence is for the young, Ms Ruckler. Branch out a little.”
I had no clue what he was talking about. “Whatever.” I threw a scowl over my shoulder. “Can I hurt you now?”
“Now you’re getting the idea.”
“You talk in riddles,” I muttered, then jumped, giving him no notice. I tucked, rotating in the air, then reached out and gripped his neck as I started to descend behind him. I shoved down hard as I untucked, the act where I would jerk an enemy’s head clean off. I landed beautifully on my feet as he thumped hard on the mats below me.
He grunted, grabbing at his ear. He blinked. Gave his ear another tug. “Cahal taught him well.” A slow grin up at me. “Your escort is much less innocent than you, Ms Ruckler.”
My gaze shot to Ezra. I saw the glow swiftly diminish from his eyes, returning them to their normal stunning green. My lips pinched, realizing he had used an old form of Vampire communication to say something to Elder Merrick during my take-down. My gaze moved to the intended recipient as he jumped to his feet. “I took you down fair and square.” I wasn’t about to let Ezra’s distraction say otherwise.
“You did.” Elder Merrick rubbed his neck. “A bit too hard, really.”
I nodded once. Truth. “See you tomorrow.”
He waved absently, popping his neck, and I went to where Ezra was sitting on the bleachers, next to my bag. He was reclined with his arms on the seat behind him, watching me move toward him. His gaze was guarded, even though his lips were lifted in a predatory way. I grabbed my bag, tossing him a dirty look, and pulled a sweatshirt out along with a water bottle.
Quietly, he murmured, “I didn’t say anything until he was already on his back.”
My hands stalled. “Promise?”
“Yes.”
I nodded, glancing at him as I pulled the sweatshirt on. “What did you say?”
He grinned, his fangs slightly lowered. “Nothing too bad.”