He rocks my hips, never losing the steady pace, and my eyes start trying to roll back in my head as the pleasure building inside me starts to tighten, ready to burst free. The power in the house hums, buzzes, and tries to crackle out—our nearly tangible connection that has spawned an energy of its own.
A garbled cry creeps free from me as I shatter and come apart in his arms, feeling heavy as it relaxes me to my core. Kane holds me, keeping me against him, until he stills inside me and releases a breath of exhaustion and satisfaction, whispering my name with the rattled breath.
We collapse to the bed, completely wrapped around each other, and I snuggle into his body, too tired to speak or move.
"I've never—it felt like I was inside your head, Alyssa," he murmurs softly, still breathing heavy.
A loud banging against our door startles us.
"What?" Kane grumbles.
Crap. Crap. Crap. Why didn't we turn on some music? Shit. This room isn't soundproof! Drackus is going tokillKane.
"Better get out here. Some shit's going on outside. S'not pretty," Deke says, sounding bored more than panicked.
Kane reluctantly leaves the bed, and I scramble up, too, using my magic to redress us both. He grabs my hand as we head out to inspect what has fucked with our day this time.
I gasp when I see Reese, the Alpha werewolf bastard Kane fought with. How did he find us?
His betas stand behind him, ready to attack anyone who moves. Drackus is arguing with Reese, but it's in hushed whispers too low for even my strained hearing.
"That's nonsense and you know it," Drackus says when my hearing finally picks up on pieces of the conversation at play.
Kane grips my hand tighter as Reese lets his eyes fall on me, raking me up and down.
"Funny, Drackus. It looks like it's true to me," he says, grinning as he settles his gaze on mine.
What?
Drackus turns around, his eyes widening when they meet mine, and Kane turns to look down at me, frustration suddenly filling his expression when he says, "Fuck."
