Wicked Ride

At the thought, at the acceptance, her body softened into the rug. All the tension dissipated, leaving her floating. Needy and floating.

The green glowed brighter, and a matching flame rolled down his arm, across his chest, and over her nipples. Erotic heat licked her, heating but not quite burning, forcing a whimper from deep inside her.

Fire kissed her, threatening to singe.

An orgasm uncoiled deep inside her, pulsating around his cock. Sparks were a prelude to the devastating sensation waiting breathlessly out of reach.

He closed his eyes and groaned low, his biceps visibly vibrating as he held himself in check while her internal walls gripped him relentlessly. When she’d ceased, and only then, he pulled out and shoved back inside.

The second he hit home again, fire crackled along his back, snapping along with his control.

He pounded into her, his hands absolute, his body strong and sure. Harder and faster than possible, he thrust, taking her over. Explosions rocked her, one after another, each climbing to a pinnacle she tried to fight reaching. Too much. Way too much.

But he was relentless. He drove into her again and again, fierce and fast, electrical shocks shutting down her brain. Lava uncoiled inside her, hotter than before, becoming the center of everything.

She splintered, screaming his name, flashes of color cascading behind her closed eyelids. Pleasure enfolded her; lifting her so high she spiraled off a cliff and kept on falling.

Finally, she went limp, her muscles going lax.

He thrust inside her one final time, held himself deep, and shuddered as he came.

Her eyelids flashed open just as the fire was snuffed out. Male satisfaction curved his lips as he brushed them against hers, still connected with her, so deep he might never let her free.

She blinked, seeing him clearly for the first time. Deadly and strong, the Realm Enforcer had powers she’d only glimpsed.

What had she done?





Kellach eyed the sophisticated map illuminated on the wall of Simone’s home office, rubbing his chin. He’d dropped Alexandra off at work early that morning, and she’d texted around suppertime that she had to go on a stakeout and they’d talk later.

They’d damn well talk later. He didn’t like knowing she was in danger, especially since she wasn’t immortal as of yet. His woman seemed to court danger, and he wasn’t quite sure how to manage that fact.

Simone sighed loudly. Again. She sat in her leather chair, wearing a glimmering red ball gown and a deep frown.

“Daire said you need to stay in,” Kell reminded her, not taking his gaze from the wall.

“Ballocks.” She kicked out a four-inch heeled Louboutin. “I’m a witch, damn it. He can’t shut me down.”

“Enforcers can shut down any member of the Coven Nine in cases of emergency,” Adam said from behind her desk as he fiddled with the keyboard of a new computer. “We’re in an emergency, and the drug is here in Seattle, so you need to stay safe.”

Kell nodded, studying the map. Different colored blotches marred areas across the world, illustrating areas of PK deposits.

Adam walked toward the map, a remote control in his hand, the glow turning his skin an odd green. “I’ve traced the deposits of the mineral to this region in the former Soviet Union.” He pointed to several known mines. “We’ve had these under surveillance via satellite for almost twenty years.”

Kellach frowned. “We missed mining activity?”

“No.” Adam shook his head. “I think the mineral we’re dealing with was mined years ago. Long ago.”

Shit. “So somebody has been planning this?” Kell turned to study his brother. “Why wait so long?”

Adam shrugged a muscled shoulder. “I have no idea. The process of melting it down and combining the hallucinogens that make up Apollo is pretty simple, so it could’ve been done years ago. Why now? I don’t know.” He clicked a button, and a new screen came up. “Known enemies of the Coven Nine.”

Kell sighed as the list continued on and on. “We have that many enemies?”

“Aye.” Adam unrolled the cuffs of his crisp dress shirt. With his pressed black slacks and shoes, he looked like one of those Armani models. “I have the Nine going through the list to see who stands out. Right now, I’m concentrating on anyone with ties to Russia, both witch and demon.”

Kellach nodded. Witches and demons had populated Russia for years, with very few vampires or shifters. “We’re allies with the demon nation now.”

Adam fastened his cuff links. “We’re allies with the demon nation, but that still leaves a lot of rogue demons out there. Demons and witches have always mixed like oil and fire—usually a bad combo. My guess is that a demon is after us.”

Kellach shook his head. “I don’t know why, but I’m thinking witch. There’s something personal about this, and I think it’s directed toward the Nine. More so, once the bugs are worked out here in Seattle.”

“I concur.” Simone frowned. “You have a date, Adam?”