“Everything.”
Her demand spurred him on, and he gave her exactly what she wanted—more of everything. He gripped her thighs harder, lifted her higher, and thrust into her again and again. He seemed indefatigable.
There were definitely benefits to sex with non-mortals.
She locked her ankles and moved with him, clenching her walls to pull him deeper, hold him longer, almost as if she fought his thrust. Elizabeth could feel his twin hearts beating fast and hard against his chest.
His muscles were all tensed, even though she knew it cost him zero effort to hold her up. Her orgasm snarled and clawed at the edges of her awareness, but she didn’t want to surrender to the pleasure. She wanted it to last, needed it to. She wasn’t ready to be back in the world.
The choice was taken from her when suddenly, the wall moved and slid open to reveal a hidden room.
Before he could say anything, she whispered, “I don’t fucking care.”
“Me either.” He drilled into her, kissing her hard.
It was his kiss that pushed her over the ledge to tumble down into the mindless storm of sensation. She was so lost in him it was like drowning, but she didn’t want to be saved.
His culmination arrived just after hers and he spilled inside of her, with his powerful body spasming against her.
Elizabeth clung to him even as he softened, her face buried in his neck. She didn’t want to look at the room. Didn’t want to report to Bureau 7 and receive the orders she knew were coming, but didn’t want.
Right now, consumed by him, the world and possibility was infinite. If she allowed the outside world to intrude, this would become nothing but a memory she was sure would pass to the realm of fevered dreams.
The idea of ever being parted from him twisted something in her.
Fucking shit, she’d caught something worse than a zombie infection.
She’d caught feelings, or obsession, or something for an immortal who had better things to do than drag her through eternity.
Chapter Six
He didn’t want to look at the room. He didn’t want her in there, at the whims of men who claimed to be apostles of science but cared nothing for the lives they meddled with. He knew voicing that opinion would get him nowhere.
“Are you going to wait out there?” she asked, after she’d wrapped her lab coat around her, bloodied as it was.
He knew it would be best for both of them if he did, but the idea of that wall closing between them was unthinkable. Adam tugged his fatigues up and put on his shirt before stepping into the cold, sterile room with her.
“It looks like there’s a bathroom. All the luxuries. Maybe you want to go in there while I activate the emergency comm?”
“I don’t give a shit if they see me.”
“Adam, this is already hard enough.”
Hard enough because she was embarrassed? He hated that voice in his head because usually it was right. Except not this time. He knew that she simply didn’t want 7 to get their hands on him. Or order her to—she was right. This would put her in a bad and possibly dangerous position.
“Yeah, okay.” He dropped a kiss on the top of her head before locking himself behind the door in a space that he was sure had been designed for human toddlers. The walls touched him on all sides and the ceiling caused him to hunch over. He was pretty sure the edge of the sink was going to ask for a second date.
“Executive Director Lin,” she began.
He heard something soft, quiet.
“My errors?” He heard the pitch rise in Elizabeth’s voice. “No, this situation has nothing to do with any error I made. It has to do with Bureau 7 pushing protocols that were put in place for a reason and—no, let me finish. I just chopped the head of our security team’s head off with an ax. An ax! Those subjects had been injected with another bastardized version of my prions. Without my consent or my permission. That, and X’s sabotage. You should’ve gotten the playback from the transport.”
Damn it, why did Lin speak so quietly? He hated only catching half of the conversation.
“Yeah. What? I don’t want to go back in there. Why don’t you have SWAT deployed for that?”
He didn’t hear anything else for a long time, not until a soft knock on the door, and Elizabeth stood pale and shaking in the doorway.
“I knew she’d want me to go back. They need the research.”
“I heard. Why can’t SWAT go in? You know, the people they’ve trained and employ for this kind of thing?” It didn’t make any sense, not unless they hoped to eliminate all the evidence of what had happened here, including Elizabeth.
“Polidori locked down the satellite comm. A parting gift, I guess. The uplink has to be reset on site and manually sent.”