“Take it off,” he demanded. When she didn’t react fast enough, he reached out and with expert ease, he ripped her lace thong off her body. She hissed in pleasure as he slid it between her legs, tossing it on the floor.
Raising her hands eagerly to his belt buckle, he grasped her hands, holding them together with one hand as he himself undid his buckle and completely stripped away the rest of his clothes.
“This will be on my terms, Jillian.” Slade’s voice was rough. “You are to do nothing, but enjoy me as I worship every part of your body. I want no argument whatsoever from you. Is that understood?”
Was he crazy? What woman in her right mind would argue with those terms? All she could do was nod her agreement.
Picking her up, he gently laid her on the bed, but still held her hands above her head. He did just as he promised, worshipped every part of her body, driving her insane with need. If the serum sickness didn’t kill her, this certainly would.
“Please, Slade.” Jill panted, needing to find release, and soon. It had been too long.
Slade let go of her hands. “Do not move them,” he ordered as he climbed between her legs and lifted her knees from the bed.
She loved the dominant part of him that came out in the bedroom. Even though sometimes it drove her absolutely crazy, she loved it. Their eyes met as he slowly slid into her. She started to rise to meet his thrust, but he growled down at her.
“Do not move.” He leaned down and kissed her as he began to pump hard and fast, using his own strength to bring her up to meet his thrusts.
She realized what he was doing. Not only was he taking care of her needs, he was making sure she used no energy by doing all the work himself. She had never loved him more than she did at that moment. He loved her that much.
He pulled his mouth away and she was happy to let him go because she could watch him as he loved her. The snarl on his face was sexy because she knew he was fighting back his own release until she found hers. He looked down to watch as their bodies met in a fast tempo and when he raised his eyes to hers, they were black as midnight, rimmed with red as his sharp fangs protruded, giving him a wild untamed look.
Jill’s body burst into what felt like flames. It was the strongest orgasm she had ever had. It shook her to the core, lasting for what seemed like hours. Slade’s body trembled for just as long. Using his arms to keep his body weight off her, he leaned down and kissed her, careful not to slice her with his fangs.
“Are you okay?” Slade’s voice was hoarse.
“You’re not allowed to ask me that anymore.” Jill touched his cheek. “But yes, I’m more than okay. I’m fantastic.”
“I love you.” Slade’s voice actually cracked and for the first time, Jill saw the fear he couldn’t hide shimmering in his eyes. Pulling him to her, she held him tight.
“I love you more,” she whispered before closing her eyes. It was time to put her next plan into motion.
CHAPTER 22
“I can’t believe Duncan turned himself in,” Steve grumbled from the driver’s seat. “And Sloan let him. Hell, Sloan took him.”
Jill sat in the passenger seat feeling numb at the news when she and Slade had returned to the compound. Slade had known it was going to happen and purposely kept it from her, but then again, what could she have done? Nothing, that was what. Absolutely nothing.
But that was about to change. She understood that the Warriors’ hands were tied, but she was a new Warrior and not high up. She was going to do this and no one, other than herself, could get in trouble. She ensured that no one else knew, except for Steve, but Steve was just her driver.
“They have a different sense of duty than we do, Steve,” Jill replied, sitting up straighter as they hit downtown Cincinnati.
“Yeah, well, I would never turn you or Adam in, that’s for damn sure.” Steve clicked on his blinker. “Even though every Warrior in there scares the shit out of me, I wouldn’t turn you in.”
“A lot of things scare the shit out of you, Steve,” Jill mumbled, trying to read street signs.
“Keeps my bowels in tip-top shape,” Steve replied, so serious that Jill’s head snapped toward him. “Well, it does.”
She didn’t know how in the hell he did it, but in any dire situation, Steve could say something so off the wall that she couldn’t help but laugh and laugh she did, so much so she started to dry heave. “Shit, Steve, you’re going to kill me.”
“I do what I can, babe... I do what I can.” Steve got into the furthest left lane turning on his hazards. “I think that’s it.”
“I don’t know.” Jill moved closer to the windshield to see. “Are you sure?”
The van in front of them moved and what it revealed made both Steve and Jill glance at each other. News trucks and reporters lined the street. Jill looked up at the building they were in front of. In big elaborate lettering, it said City Hall.
“Holy shit on a stick.” Steve had parked on the street in a spot someone had just pulled out of.