Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 84864 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 424(@200wpm)___ 339(@250wpm)___ 283(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 84864 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 424(@200wpm)___ 339(@250wpm)___ 283(@300wpm)
I licked the stray drops off my lips, leaning my forehead against his as we came down. “I love you,” I said, tangling my fingers in his hair. Already my desire was ramping up again, the need a consuming thing that had me aching in all sorts of new places. “And I want more.”
Ajax nipped at my bottom lip, just enough to draw a drop of blood before he sucked it off. Hot tendrils of pleasure shivered inside my body from the move, and he hardened inside me again. “You can have as much as you want,” he said, spinning us so he was on top of me, my spine kissing the bed. “Take all of me. I’m yours.”
I rolled my hips, holding his gaze as he pumped into me again and again. He took his time this round, rocking into me with torturous strokes that had me keening, had me thrashing beneath him as we crashed together over and over again.
And then it hit me…
We had time.
We had all the time in the world to do this—be together, fall deeper in love together, live together.
Tears lined my eyes with the utter joy rocking through my soul, and Ajax reached up to cup my cheek.
“We have time,” I said, letting him in my head the way he’d asked. “We have all the time we want, Ajax.”
His eyes guttered as he continued rocking inside me, his lips slanting over mine in a deeply loving kiss. “And we’re just getting started.”
EPILOGUE
TALON
The atmosphere in Alek’s office was anything but cozy, especially with the way Lachlan refused to sit the fuck down.
Seriously, the Highlander hovered behind the king like a damned nursemaid, but at least he didn’t insult me by keeping watch on me. Oh no, the second-in-command’s eyes were on the door behind me.
“I’m sure you’re wondering why you were summoned,” Alek said, shooting a look at Lachlan that said he’d had enough of the pacing, too.
“I can admit I’m curious.” I lounged back in the chair across from his desk.
“You have a skill I need,” Alek admitted, reaching into his drawer and pulling out a few papers. A quick glance told me they were the lists of names we’d acquired from the Sons. “As you know, we’re about to head into the war room for a meeting, and I would like you to agree to my plan before I pitch it to the rest of the table.”
“Before?” I arched an eyebrow.
“I’d rather know you’re on my side and agree before fighting Zachariah about sending you into danger,” he admitted. “You all tend to stick together.”
A slow smile played across my face. “You have my attention.” I casually crossed my ankle over my knee.
“These lists,” Alek pushed the papers my way. “The last one arrived with Warrick Zorin.”
I nodded, knowing the others had put the kid through his paces before they’d let him out of the dungeon and into the barracks to train with the others. Not that he was a kid. He was just a fuck-ton younger than I was.
“And he says that he got it from his older brother, Edward.” Alek looked me in the eye. “Which means the oldest Zorin is in league with the Sons just like his father had been.”
My jaw flexed, seeing where this was headed. “You want me to leave my brother’s mission to hunt Samuel and focus instead on the Sons.”
“I’m not saying that Samuel isn’t involved—” Alek started.
“Do me the honor of not bullshitting me.”
Lachlan’s focus changed from the door to me.
“Fine.” Alek shrugged. “I’m asking you to switch your focus, because you are uniquely able to get inside the fortress the Zorin's call a home.”
My brow furrowed. “You want me to do what? Change into a hawk? A mouse? How the fuck would that help get past the wards they have on that place?” The protections the Zorins kept on their family home weren’t just formidable, they were legendary, and while I’d known more than one Zorin in my time, it seemed this generation had taken their security to a whole new level.
“Not exactly.” Alek cringed.
“It’s about to get interesting.” Lachlan’s beard twitched, and I had the distinct impression that there was a joke I wasn’t in on.
A knock sounded softly on the door behind me.
“Come in,” Alek answered.
The door opened and Cassandra Zorin swept in, her gown rustling around her ankles. The female was still dressed formally, apparently having attended evening repast. Her panther sauntered in after her.
Fuck me, but Cassandra was exquisite to look at. High cheekbones, dark hair that I would have bet looked great sweeping over my thighs as she wrapped those blood-red, perfect lips around my cock made her…well, too gorgeous for her own good. She was tall and lithe, the perfect specimen of a female of our species, and had a way of walking that made me wonder if her feet ever touched the floor.