He pushed harder, forcing the leather of my fighting suit against the most sensitive spot on my body. I groaned. I couldn’t help it.
“I want to know…” My voice actually trembled. It took effort to get the words out. “How did you find Angel, the Were mother, and me?”
“Ice,” he said.
I raised my eyelids that had started to feel weighted down with need. “How?”
“Ice shifted into a white falcon.” Adam’s expression went serious and he moved his hand to the inside of my thigh and settled it there. “Never seen anything like it, Nyx. He searched and searched too many hours to count. Ice didn’t stop to rest, only to drink water.”
Adam continued, “That’s how he found an entrance to that place. He came down to drink from a small pool of water. He caught a glimpse of those stone stairs and heard the waterfall. He went far enough to find the electricity generator, then came back to camp.”
“Unbelievable,” I whispered. Again I wondered—how had I discounted Ice so much?
“When Ice got back,” Adam said, his expression intent, “he only came to the Trackers and me. Told us we needed to get our asses over there to check out something that he’d found.” Adam shook his head, tousling his brown hair against his pillow in adorable waves. “You’ve never seen a group of people—or beings—move so fast.”
“Then you searched the facility,” I said.
“Not one of us gave up hope that you were there.” He gave a short nod. “We searched every room, every hallway.”
“Until you found us,” I said.
He gave me a look that made me feel precious and cared for. Like I was the most important person to him in the world. “Until we found you.”
NINETEEN
Adam’s kisses were like traveling to an Otherworld, someplace I only went to with him. A place where we were the only two people who existed.
I lost myself in those kisses. Sweet, precious. His taste filled me, his presence surrounded me, his very being possessed me. I was more alive with him, my life force stronger, more powerful.
Horrors and heaviness from every terror I had ever experienced slipped away and nothing touched me but a glorious feeling of light and joy. I grasped it and held it tight to my heart.
Adam became my world with those kisses.
His mouth was firm against mine and he traced my lips and my teeth with his tongue. The tip lingered on each of my small fangs and the erotic feeling that shot through my body startled me. But only for a moment.
I explored him, too. I kissed him and kissed him and kissed him.
Our hands moved, touching each other’s bodies, lingering in places that made us both moan.
When he squeezed one of my breasts I tipped my head back and moaned. Adam gave a soft laugh as he moved his hand to my mouth. “We’re surrounded by a lot of…people.”
“And I care because…?” I teased him with my smile.
He pushed himself to a sitting position. I tried to keep my laugh low when I saw his boxers. Looney Tunes Tasmanian Devil. When I looked at his wicked grin as he extended his hand to me, I said, “You look just as devilish as Taz right now.”
That wicked look was still on his face as he said, “Let’s just say my thoughts are anything but innocent.”
I took his hand and sat upright before he started pulling on his jeans from a sitting position.
“Hold on.” I shook my head. “No way. You’re not going anywhere.”
He left the top button of his jeans undone. Dear Goddess, that looked sexy.
“We’re going somewhere.” He got to his knees and helped me to mine.
Adam unzipped the tent flap and pushed it open. A cool breeze rushed in and I was sure I could smell sweet mountain air, pine and birch trees, and rich loam. Maybe my sense of smell was returning.
Stars sparkled crisp and clear in the rain-washed sky. No clouds, no rain, but the ground was wet beneath my bare feet. I still wore my Elvin-magic-cleansed fighting leathers and Adam wore Levi’s and boxers.
As the waxing moon touched Adam’s body, the beauty of it stole my breath away. He had such a fine build. Not too big, just perfect.
My mouth watered. I imagined myself tasting his skin, letting the salt and male flavor fill me. Licking paths down the hard contours of his tanned body that was tight, corded with lean muscle. Running my hands over his strong shoulders and biceps. Feeling the wiry but smooth hairs on his forearms. Touching the flat plane of his abs leading to his waist where his jeans were slung low, riding just below his hipbones.
While we walked, his big hand engulfing mine, I allowed myself a glance over my shoulder to enjoy the way his buttocks flexed beneath the snug cotton of his light blue Levi’s. His thighs were strong, his legs long. I even liked the size and shape of his bare feet.
Most of all I couldn’t wait to have him between my thighs. Needed him there.
The camp was mostly silent, but Werewolf sentries in pairs surrounded it. They let us by without argument, which surprised me a little. The facility where their pack members had been taken to was destroyed, but they weren’t letting their guard down.
The crazy white supremacist scientist was still out there, one who believed that all paranormal beings were abominations and should be exterminated.
A shiver of revulsion passed through me at the thought of the man and I immediately jerked my mind elsewhere. I wasn’t going to think about that right now. All I was going to think about was Adam.
After we passed the sentries, Adam looked down at me and his teeth were white against his tanned skin when he smiled. He squeezed my hand and I fell into the world again where it was only Adam and me.
We traveled in a direction I hadn’t taken before, but he seemed to know his way. He had probably searched for me here, but I didn’t ask. Didn’t want to know.
It wasn’t long before I heard water running in the distance. Not just a stream or river, but a waterfall. We didn’t talk. It seemed right to simply listen to the night sounds of wind shaking tree leaves and whispering through pine. Insects that braved the cooler temperatures clicked or chirruped. Scampering rodents, such as woodchucks, squirrels, mice, and raccoons, made the barest of noises as they made their way through the darkness. We came closer and closer to the sound of rushing water.
I love that sound. Love the pounding, the pulse, the beat.
It was a small waterfall, but beautiful, droplets sparkling in the moon and starlight. Water tumbled into a small pool before speeding away in a small river of silver.
Mist from the waterfall dampened my skin when we reached the edge of the pool and Adam stopped us. He brought me around to face him and placed his forehead against mine. “That you’re here,” he said, his tone low and rough. “I almost can’t believe we found you. I was so afraid—”
I placed my fingers against his mouth. “I’m here. You’re here. That’s what matters.”
My fingertips slid across his lips and into the rich sable of his hair as I drew back and looked into his gaze. I wished I could see the alderwood shade of his eyes, but the moonlight wasn’t bright enough. I moved my hand into the short, thick strands, cupped the back of his head, and brought him to me for another kiss.
No hesitation. In the tent our kisses had a natural magic that had made me feel like nothing had ever felt before. Now there was urgency with that magic. An urgency to possess, to make real what we had grasped tendrils of. To make it stronger, even more precious than it already was.
Our lips were moist and I felt cool air against them as he drew away. He brought his hands to my face and held them still, looking into my eyes.
“Almost losing you made so many things clear.” He moved one of his hands to push hair away from that side of my face. “I can’t let anything happen to you.”
“I’m a Night Tracker, Adam.” I took his hands from my face and clasped them in my own. “You’re an NYPD detective. Danger is a part of our lives.”
He shook his head, but I don’t thi
nk he was denying the truth in what I’d said. “I need you too much to let anything ever happen to you. You’re—you’re important in ways to me that I don’t understand.”
“Hey.” I reached up on my toes and brushed my lips over his before settling flat on my feet. “We are who we are. We do what we do. I’ll be careful. You’ll be careful. We’ll still be here for each other, okay?”
He nodded, but the worry lines around his eyes said he didn’t like that I lived so dangerously every day of my life.
“No worries for now.” I released one of his hands but held the other as I drew him to a rocky outcropping, then let him go.
I started with my leather top, slowly pulling it up and over my head before setting it aside on the rocks. Adam’s throat worked as his eyes traced the column of my neck to my firm breasts. The waterfall’s mist drifted across my chest and my nipples tightened, then ached as his gaze rested on them.
Adam took one step toward me, but I held my hand up, telling him to stay where he was with that gesture. His bare chest and biceps tightened as he clenched his fists, his expression fierce, hard, raw.
With deliberate slowness, in a provocative movement I spread my fingers over my firm breasts and then slowly moved my hands down my flat belly to my leather pants. I had to hold back a smile as I watched his jaw tighten and his body lean slightly like he wouldn’t be able to hold back coming to me and taking me to the ground.
My fingers drifted along the edge of my waistband before I hooked my thumbs in the soft leather and started easing it down over my hips.
Drow are inherently sexual beings and every movement I made was slow, enticing, sensual.
I wasn’t sure Adam was going to survive my wickedness considering the hard strain of his erection against his jeans.
Beneath my fighting leathers I didn’t wear my silky Victoria’s panties. Instead I was completely bare, and he couldn’t move his eyes from my hipbones, then the V at the juncture of my thighs.
My long, firm legs held his gaze as I stepped out of the soft leather. I didn’t move my eyes from his as I bent to pick up my pants, folded them, then set them aside on the same rock as my top.
The moment I crooked my finger toward me, in a teasing “come and get me” motion, he had me in his arms before I could catch my breath.
He kissed me hard this time. Not like the slow, mind-spinning, magical kisses we’d shared earlier. Now he kissed me like a man who had to possess me. This was a different Adam than I’d ever seen, a side of him that brought out my own primal nature.
Dark Elves are a male-dominated society, a version of a BDSM lifestyle that I rejected growing up. My human mother raised me to never bow to any man.
It shocked me to my core when a thought flashed through my mind—of Adam taking control someday, dominating me, making me his.
No, I told myself.
Why not? my own voice said back to me.
Not now. Not here. No thoughts so crazy, so insane belonged in this moment.
I closed my eyes as Adam moved his lips from mine and kissed the side of my jaw before moving his mouth to the hollow at the base of my throat.
My breath caught, then I gasped as he held my breasts in his hands. A rumble came from his chest as his warm mouth found my nipple and he sucked. I couldn’t stop moaning as he licked and sucked and teased my nipple, and I cried out when he bit it harder than I would have imagined he would. It hurt, then the pain faded to pleasure as he gave another tantalizing lick before moving his mouth to my other nipple.
The moment Adam touched me I had forgotten the night breezes, the cool mist of the small waterfall and its rumbling tumble and its thrusting, deep penetration into the pond.
Sensations in my body magnified as I absorbed what I heard and it mingled with what my body felt. Moonlight silvered the strands of Adam’s sable hair as I bunched my fingers in its softness while he sucked my other nipple.
I was barely aware of any moans or whimpers I might have made. I know I did, but the sounds were lost in the throb and pound of the waterfall and the whisper of the breeze wandering through tree leaves and pine needles.
When Adam released my nipple I had trouble breathing without gasping. My heart pounded and I clenched my hands tighter in his hair as he moved down, licking circles on my belly. Payback. This was payback for my teasing him, and he was doing a really good job of it.
He grasped my hips with his large hands and nuzzled my hairless mound. My stomach clenched. I heard his long, drawn-out inhale as he took in my scent and his rumble of satisfaction. Then I didn’t think I could breathe at all anymore when he ran his tongue along the smooth slit hiding my folds.
Adam moved his hands from my hips and parted my slit with his fingers and I quivered. He licked my folds in a long broad stroke. I think I screamed. I don’t know, don’t remember. All I knew was that one tantalizing lick almost sent me straight into orgasm.
He teased me more with his tongue, darting in and out and murmuring sounds of approval and telling me how much he loved my taste. A lull in my hearing, like the calm at the center of a storm, kept me from knowing exactly what he said. Sounds were almost nonexistent as power built within me. Turned, twisted, raged.
The short strands of his hair almost slipped from my grasp as my climax hit me full force, like a class-five hurricane.
I did scream then. So loud the sound probably carried back to the Were camp. I didn’t care if they would send every member of the pack and my own team to see what happened to me. I’d just had the most amazing orgasm of my life.
Spinning, churning, an almost destructive force threatening to rip me apart. So explosive that all the pleasure turned into pain, then spun into pleasure again.
Pleasure turning into pain turning into pleasure. That was something that Dark Elves thrived on during sex and I didn’t want to be anything like the Drow when it came to sex.
This was Adam, though, and anything I shared with him would be precious. Always.
He stood, sweeping his hands from my hips, along my waist to my shoulders and held my trembling arms in his firm grip. He murmured something that I could almost hear through the windstorm in my ears before he kissed me again. Long and sweet, and different with the flavor of me on his lips and tongue.
Adam put his forehead to mine. “You fill me, Nyx, in ways I’ve never believed possible.”
“I feel every bit the same.” Was my voice a little shaky from the orgasm that still reverberated throughout my body? “I just…Goddess, I don’t even know how to explain the depth of what you do to me.”
Except that I loved him. But I wasn’t ready to tell him that.
“Enough talking.” I took him by the hand and led him toward the pool. “Think you can handle a little cold water?”
He paused, shook his head and laughed. “Not if you want me to not, er, have a problem…”
“I can fix that.” It felt so good to be able to grasp and use my elemental magic.
Fresh air has enough static, a static inherently magic, that I can use to draw fire to me, to start a fire, or to create warmth.
My body hummed and heat radiated from me to envelop Adam.
“Nice trick.” Adam’s sensual smile heated me more than the elemental magic burning throughout me.
“That isn’t anything.” I pointed my finger at the basin at the foot of the small waterfall.
The icy water frothing at the foot of the falls started to steam, tendrils of white twisting up in a sensual dance on the water’s surface. The water took on an almost glowing, warm blue hue the color of sapphires.
I looked up at Adam and he raised his eyebrows but smiled, and I held his hand as we walked to the pool. Grass, leaves, loam, and moss were now warm and soft beneath my feet. Just warm enough to send more pleasure through my body.
We stopped beside the pool, my body tingling in a way that continued to radiate the aftereffects of the climax through my every limb. Maybe through every cell. I reached up and brushed my lips over h
is before I started to make a trail with my tongue down his jaw to his collarbone, where I paused and kissed it.
When I reached one of his flat nipples, Adam gave a groan and stroked my hair. I licked his nipple in slow, sensual strokes. I bit it and let my small fangs slide into his skin. The fact that I’d bitten him hard enough to draw droplets of blood shocked me. But Adam gave a hiss of pleasure that excited me in ways I never expected.
I licked away the small trickles of blood before biting his nipple with my front teeth. I loved the rich sounds he made as I touched him, tasted him.
His other nipple needed the same attention. It surprised me how much I enjoyed piercing his flesh and hearing his groans that sounded more like pleasure than pain. He murmured my name and I think he told me to not stop, but his voice was so deep and throaty I couldn’t tell for sure.
I didn’t intend to stop anyway. After a few more enticing swipes of my tongue over his nipple, I moved my lips lower, over his stomach to where a light V of hair led me to his Levi’s. How convenient that he hadn’t buttoned the top of his jeans. I grasped the zipper between my teeth and dragged it all the way down.
His different Looney Tunes boxers made me smile like they did each time we’d been together. Taz’s wicked expression couldn’t have matched the wicked look in my eyes as I tugged at his jeans and boxers at the same time, down his strong legs. He stepped out of them and he was mine.
I caressed his erection with my fingertips, his cock so hard and swollen that it made my thighs ache to have him inside of me. But I wanted to taste him, too.
The pearl of semen at the tip of his erection drew my attention. I wrapped my fingers around his length and I licked the small drop away in a long sweeping stroke. Mmmmm. He tasted wonderful. Warm, a little salty, and uniquely Adam.
As I swirled my tongue over the head of his erection, he stroked my hair. I looked up at him and met his gaze. While our eyes held each other’s, I slipped my mouth over his erection, taking him deep, to the back of my throat. The expression on his face was one of need, desire, and pleasure. I brought one hand up and grasped his balls while my other hand moved up and down him with the rhythm of my mouth.
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