Page 215 of Scarlet Wars
Straddling his lap, I gripped his shoulders for balance and sank down onto his cock in one willful motion. His breath punched out of him in a growl, hands flying to my hips as I took him deep, inch by inch, until there was nothing left between us.
His grip tightened, fingers digging into my skin like he couldn’t decide whether to let me lead or flip us over and ruin me.
"Fuck, Emma," he gritted, head dropping forward to press his mouth to my collarbone. "You’re so fucking addictive. How the hell am I supposed to ever stop fucking you?"
I rolled my hips—hard—and his curse turned into a groan.
My breath was coming in ragged pants, my body quivering against his. His hand slipped between us, until his fingers found my clit with unerring precision. He pressed down, and I cried out, my hips jerking as he rubbed circles against the sensitive bundle of nerves.
“That’s it, baby,” he grumbled, his voice thick with lust. “Don’t hold back for me.”
I rode him hard, each thrust pushing his huge cock so deep it bordered on too much, but gods, I needed it. Needed him. The overwhelming stretch, the sting edged with pleasure, it grounded me in the now, in this fierce, consuming need. And Itook it all. Welcomed it like it was the only thing keeping me alive.
His lips closed over my nipple, teeth grazing the sensitive peak. I arched into him, gasping, then whimpered, “Harder.”
He obeyed without hesitation, sinking his teeth in deeper, toeing that delicious line between pain and pleasure. The sharp sting sent lightning through my spine, and my body shattered around him, an orgasm so violent, so consuming, it stole the edges of my vision.
He lifted me off him with a growl, only to drag me down the length of the couch, his grip hard, his intent clear. One rough hand steadied my hip as the other guided him to my soaked center. And then he thrust—deep and brutal—stealing the breath from my lungs and replacing it with a cry that tore straight from my soul.
We tumbled off the couch mid-thrust, limbs tangled, breath ragged, but neither of us cared. The crash only fueled the frenzy, our bodies colliding with the floor in a mess of heat and hunger, too far gone to stop.
“I’m going to fill you up,” he snarled against my ear, wrecked and trembling with restraint. “And you’re going to take every last drop—greedy and perfect—just the way you need it.”
And gods, I did.
Because he was everything—brutal and unrelenting and mine—and I never wanted him to stop.
FORTY-EIGHT
EMMA
Three hours and multiple fucks later, we’d somehow made it to the bed. I was half-asleep in his arms, skin still warm from the last round, when both our Nexuses flared, and Rachel’s signature intensity slamming through the link like a jolt of lightning.
I groaned and buried my face against his chest. “What are the odds of me being excused from whatever war meeting she’s summoning us into now?”
Caden gave a low, amused snort. “Somewhere between slim and nonexistent. She’ll want a full debrief on what we found at Sisu.”
I sighed. “Of course she does.”
He smirked, brushing his thumb along my hip. “You could always pretend you’re unconscious. I’ll tell her you overexerted yourself.”
I shot him a sleepy glare. “Too bad you can’t take credit for it.”
“Not publicly,” he said, lips twitching. “But as long as you know who’s responsible, we’re good.”
I huffed a laugh, rolling off him with another groan. “Trust me, there’s no universe where I could forget. You’ve practically scrubbed my brain clean of anything that isn’t you.”
“Unlikely,” he said, grinning up at me. “Though that is my main ambition.”
Thirty minutes—and one last, hurried shower quickie—later, we were seated in Kanata C’s War Room, looking every bit the disciplined soldiers we definitely weren’t.
Caden sat across from me, James beside him, and Rachel at the head of the table with a cup of coffee and a face full of disbelief.
Rachel cut through the quiet hum of magic and machinery. “So let me get this straight. You three found one of the Collabs’ hideouts, and you’re telling me they were running experiments on humans and magi?” She paused, her nose wrinkling slightly. “To the point where there was, what, blood and tissue everywhere?”
“Pretty much,” Caden said, leaning back in his chair with that effortless calm of his. “Since it’s the first site where they’ve left anything behind, I’m guessing we caught them off guard. They must’ve left in a hurry.”
James gave a small nod. “I just don’t know how they knew. They probably had a LiaPrism hidden somewhere nearby, but Emma was the only one who used translation, so it shouldn’t have triggered.”
