His lifemark swayed, reveling in the contact of flesh on flesh. His ring hummed happily, urging him to finish what he'd started.
Neal reached between them, parting her damp curls. She was slick and hot, and just the slightest brush of his fingertip over her clit made her lurch beneath him and let out a sharp cry.
He pressed a finger inside her slick body. The tight clench of her muscles around him made him grit his teeth for control. She quivered, pivoting her hips to give him a better angle. She was small, but he could handle that. He'd stretch her gently so when he took her she'd feel only pleasure.
Except that he wasn't going to take her. He was just here to get her off. That was the deal he'd made with himself.
Even as he cursed his decision, he manned up and stood by it, turning his force of will on her body and on how to make it sing.
Viviana wasn't a shy lover. She told him with sounds and small, quivering movements what kinds of touches she liked, and which ones drove her wild. His prim, proper scholar was spread out before him, panting and shaking while he sucked on her clit and pressed two thick fingers inside her. He toyed with her nipples, pinching gently and not so gently in time with his penetrating fingers.
Her breathing caught. Her abdomen quivered. Neal added a third finger and used his teeth to send her over the edge.
She let out a sweet moan and bucked beneath him as her orgasm overcame her.
Neal had never witnessed anything so beautiful in his long, long life.
As her tremors subsided, she pulled him up her body with weak arms and kissed him. She was still shaking, or maybe that was him. He couldn't tell anymore. All he knew was that he was teetering on the edge of driving his cock into her slick, relaxed body deeper than his fingers had a chance of going.
Her hands fumbled at his belt, working it free faster than his blood-starved brain had time to figure out what she was doing. Her slender fingers worked inside his jeans, wrapping around his cock.
Even that was nearly enough to make him come. Only the worry that she'd feel used kept him from letting go and spurting his seed all over her fingers.
He tried to pull away, but he couldn't go far without fear of breaking her arm. "Stop."
She nibbled at his neck, right where the luceria used to lie. His skin was sensitive there, having been starved of touch since his birth. The erotic scrape of her teeth sent zings of sensation down his spine, straight into his balls.
He gasped and gulped for air, trying to gain some thread of control.
By the time he realized what she'd done, his pants were already open and she was pulling his cock toward her core. Her legs were spread wide in welcome, and her wet heat slid against the head of his cock, mixing with his own fluids.
A rough groan shook him. He couldn't pull away. The best he could do was hold still and pray for control.
Viviana grabbed his ass and pulled him forward while she lifted her hips, taking just the tip of his erection within her body.
Glorious tight heat surrounded him, driving away all thoughts but one. He was going to finish what she'd started. And then some.
He drove forward in one smooth stroke, forcing her to take all of him. She pulled in a startled breath and her fingernails bit deep. It only made him want more.
He knew he wouldn't last long. He could feel her trying to reassure him through their link that it was okay, but he ignored it. He didn't want the shallow fulfillment of shooting his load without her.
When he came, she was going to be screaming his name in climax while he filled her. That was the only thing that would satisfy this primal need.
Neal took advantage of their connection, opening himself up for her to feel everything he did. He knew what he did was dangerous—that he could be speeding his own demise—but he couldn't help it. He craved that connection, needed it like he needed to breathe.
He let her see herself as he did: beautiful and sexy as hell. He let her feel his consuming need to make her come. He forced her to feel the lust clawing inside him, demanding that he stake a claim on her in every way possible.
Her eyes grew wide and her pupils expanded as she looked at him. Her lips were parted, sucking in great gasps of air as he worked them both toward a fast, hard climax.
It swept over Neal, surprising him in its intensity. In the vague recesses of his mind, he realized he was feeling her come as well, the two orgasms mingling together into one. Sensation sizzled through their connection as his balls drew up close and his seed pumped deep within her trembling body.
She shook beneath him, her slender frame so delicate and fragile under his weight. He didn't want to crush her, but he felt her need for him to stay connected to her.
He was still hard. He could stay inside her as long as she wanted. Whatever she needed, he'd find a way to make it hers. For as long as he lived.
Their connection had definitely deepened because of his lack of control. Not that he could bring himself to regret it. He could never regret being with her like this.
He rolled so she was lying atop him, straddling his hips. She nestled her head against his chest while their breathing slowed and the air cooled their bodies. Her fingers traced the branches of his lifemark.
"The leaves are growing back," she said. "There are little buds now."
Bittersweet happiness filled him. She'd saved him, but for how long?
She pushed up, frowning down at him. "Something's wrong. What is it?"
Her hair was a wreck, her bun askew, and fuzzy strands were sticking out at random angles. It was so cute it made his chest ache when he thought that he wouldn't get to see her look like this again—that this thing they had might be temporary.
Neal forced himself to smile as he felt for the pins holding up her bun. "It's nothing serious. We can worry about it after you find the gadget."
Her hair fell loose over her shoulders, shining and beautiful. His cock pulsed inside her, making her eyes flutter shut.
She gave a soft, sexy moan. "I'm not sure if I can go another round."
"I'm more than happy to find out," he said.
"Don't we need to get moving?"
Neal nodded, hating the truth. "Yeah. We do."
"I can feel it now," she said, grinning with pride. "The artifact. My ability seems to be stronger somehow."
"We're more tightly linked now." Thanks to his lack of control. "You have greater access to my power."
"Does that mean that if we don't find it, we can do that again?"
If they didn't find the gadget, she'd remain linked to him, which would almost certainly result in more fabulous sex. "It does."
"And if I do find it?"
She'd be free of the luceria, free of him, able to do as she chose. Whether or not she slept with him again would depend heavily on whether or not he lived to see it happen. "Guess we'll have to play that one by ear."
Chapter Eight
"There," said Viviana, pointing at a truck-size entrance in the limestone rock face. "The disk is in there."
They were outside an industrial complex built inside a system of caves at the edge of Kansas City.
"Are you sure?" asked Neal as he drove into the main entrance.
Inside, truck-size, man-made tunnels looped around a series of businesses—everything from a granite counter-top manufacturer to a wholesale craft-supply company. The rock walls had been painted white, but were dingy from dust and car exhaust.
"I'm sure," she said. "A few yards that way." She pointed to the right. The new leather of the jacket he'd found for her at the Gerai house gleamed in the dim light. Like his own jacket, the one she wore had been imbued with protective magic. Even so, it still wasn't enough protection to make him feel good about her walking into danger.
Neal turned right and pulled into a parking spot indicated by chipped paint. He killed the engine and shifted to face her.
Dim light poured across her cheek, accenting her regal beauty. She was too delicate for what he was asking of her. Too inexperienced. "Maybe you should stay here. You don't need to come with me."
"How will you find the artifact if I don't?"
"I'll manage." Or he'd fail to find it and she'd be tied to him much longer. He didn't really want her to stay with him because of a technicality, but he didn't want to lose her, either. They hadn't been together long enough for him to prove to her that he was a good man, that he'd always take care of her. That he'd always love her.
And he did love her. He loved everything about her. He'd seen pieces of her mind, felt the warmth of her heart. She was brave and selfless and willing to walk into the jaws of danger for him.
How could he not love her?
The amazing part was knowing that if they survived, that love would only grow over time. Such a thought was humbling.
Neal cupped her cheek, loving the smooth warmth of her skin. "you'll be safer here."
"I know what I'm supposed to become—that I'm to use your power to slay the monsters. I never thought you'd be the kind of man to hold me back."
"I'm not. I trust that you'll learn to wield my power; I'm just nervous about your doing so outside of a training environment."
She covered his hand, leaning into his touch. "If I go, we'll find it faster and you can get out faster. If I don't go, I'll be sitting here making myself sick with worry over you and fear that something nasty will slink out of a shadow. I need to do this."
Neal nodded, his respect for her growing. "I understand. I've always felt the calling, too. You're one of us, sweetheart."
He leaned forward and kissed her, savoring the softness of her lips and the sweet taste of her mouth. He could live forever and never get enough of her.
He prayed she'd give him the chance.
Neal pulled back. "We need to go."
"Lead on."
They got out of the truck and headed for an opening that had been cut from the limestone and braced by steel beams. The overhead door had been removed, and based on the way the track was bent beyond use, Neal guessed the door had been ripped away violently. The entrance was blocked by a chain that was draped with a For Lease sign.
