Chapter 24: Every Word

We did not make it to his house.

We made it as far as the carriage house behind my grandmother's farm, where my narrow bed stood under the slanted roof.

Alasdair shut the door with his back, and I pushed him against it.

"Mine," I said, and I felt the word go through the bond and come back doubled.

He laughed against my mouth.

"Yours," he said. "Do what you want with me."

I did.

I stripped the ruined shirt from him and worked his belt open, and he let me.

He sat on the edge of my bed with his hands braced behind him, breathing hard.

He watched me undress with his eyes gone amber.

When I stood in front of him bare, he said my name roughly, twice.

I climbed into his lap, took his hard cock in my hand, and sank my wet pussy down onto him, slowly, until I had all of him inside me.

We both groaned.

His fingers dug into my hips.

I held his face, and I moved.

For nine years I had followed him, a step behind, with a notebook.

Now I set the pace, grinding my clit against him in long, deep strokes, and he followed me with his mouth open against my throat.

"Odette," he gasped. "Odette, you're killing me."

"Good."

The mark on my shoulder burned where his teeth had been, and his burned the same.

Every time I moved, I felt his pleasure as well as mine.

The two fed each other until I could hardly tell where I stopped.

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