relaxed. “Your Collegium training is cracking. You’re definitely emotional—and you’ve a right to be. Your dad—“
“Don’t you see? He’s why I have to report to the Collegium in person. I can’t challenge the President from a distance, hiding like a coward.”
“Retreat sounds reasonable to me. Write a report and send it to all the senior members of the Collegium. Let them know what is happening. I don’t like the Collegium, but I don’t believe it’s changed so much that they wouldn’t be horrified.”
“The demon said the Collegium is infected.” Her hands clenched on his shirt.
“And you’d trust the word of a demon? Even if you do, he said infected, not diseased. Give them the information to mobilize against the infection. When you know what they choose to do, then you can decide how you’ll fight.”
Her emotional need to attack because she’d been attacked and betrayed, clashed up against her training. Logic won, but by a slim margin, and she resented Steve for forcing the conclusion on her. “Fine. I’ll leave New York.”
“Good.”
“But I’m not going to Alexandria.”
She waited for his argument and was disappointed.
“Where?”
“You said Alexandria has a portal. Well, so does Jim, my mom’s husband. I’ll go to Fremantle, Australia.”
Calculation narrowed his eyes, then he nodded. “We’ll go.”
She tilted her head in challenge and question.
“A joint report, Fay. I saw the demon, too, and Angus’s betrayal. Attempted possession is filthy. It’s my fight, too.”
“Okay,” she said grudgingly
“And of course, there’s the matter of love-making.”
The heat in his gaze transformed her anger into an even more volatile passion. Her stomach muscles tightened at the stroke of his fingers. “I don’t like you much at the moment.”
“I gathered that.” He lifted one of her hands from his shirt and kissed it before cradling it against his face.
“I don’t like running away.”
“I don’t like standing by while you fight. But I control my instincts to protect even when you tackle demons. Sometimes not fighting is the harder choice.”
She melted.
This time when she guided his head down for a kiss, he allowed it.
Desire. Tenderness. Hunger. Need.
His hand skimmed up her body to push aside the sensible bra and cup her breast, massaging with sensual, possessive enjoyment, while his tongue stroked into her mouth, coaxing and demanding. The hard power of his arousal pressed against her thigh.
She wanted to part her legs and ride the ache he was creating, ride him. She might be a virgin, but that didn’t mean ignorance of her sexuality or her body’s needs, just that she’d been scared to share herself. But she trusted Steve.
“Wait.” She broke the kiss long enough to stand and come back to him, glad for the massive chair that let her settle astride. Her head arched back at the sheer heat of pressing into him.
He bit her throat as his hands gripped her hips. She held onto his shoulders and ground into him. He cupped the back of her head, holding her in place for a savage kiss.
“Wildfire,” he muttered.
She blinked, unable to focus. Sheer sensation stormed her body, blocking thought, leaving only Steve and a building tension.
He unzipped her jeans, forcing his hand roughly between them and beneath her knickers. Pressed so close to him, she wouldn’t allow him space or time to move with finesse. She felt his fingers against her hot flesh, rode them as they stroked and bluntly entered her. She climaxed.
Hot, desperate satisfaction, leaving the results of her burned out powers to roll over her in a wave of pleasured exhaustion. She turned her face a fraction and tasted Steve’s throat.
He was hard and tense beneath her, but he stroked her back with slow, easy pleasure.
She cuddled into him.
“Don’t go to sleep,” he said.
“Hmm?” She nuzzled the curve of his throat and lied. “I’m not.”
His hands went to her waist and
“Don’t you see? He’s why I have to report to the Collegium in person. I can’t challenge the President from a distance, hiding like a coward.”
“Retreat sounds reasonable to me. Write a report and send it to all the senior members of the Collegium. Let them know what is happening. I don’t like the Collegium, but I don’t believe it’s changed so much that they wouldn’t be horrified.”
“The demon said the Collegium is infected.” Her hands clenched on his shirt.
“And you’d trust the word of a demon? Even if you do, he said infected, not diseased. Give them the information to mobilize against the infection. When you know what they choose to do, then you can decide how you’ll fight.”
Her emotional need to attack because she’d been attacked and betrayed, clashed up against her training. Logic won, but by a slim margin, and she resented Steve for forcing the conclusion on her. “Fine. I’ll leave New York.”
“Good.”
“But I’m not going to Alexandria.”
She waited for his argument and was disappointed.
“Where?”
“You said Alexandria has a portal. Well, so does Jim, my mom’s husband. I’ll go to Fremantle, Australia.”
Calculation narrowed his eyes, then he nodded. “We’ll go.”
She tilted her head in challenge and question.
“A joint report, Fay. I saw the demon, too, and Angus’s betrayal. Attempted possession is filthy. It’s my fight, too.”
“Okay,” she said grudgingly
“And of course, there’s the matter of love-making.”
The heat in his gaze transformed her anger into an even more volatile passion. Her stomach muscles tightened at the stroke of his fingers. “I don’t like you much at the moment.”
“I gathered that.” He lifted one of her hands from his shirt and kissed it before cradling it against his face.
“I don’t like running away.”
“I don’t like standing by while you fight. But I control my instincts to protect even when you tackle demons. Sometimes not fighting is the harder choice.”
She melted.
This time when she guided his head down for a kiss, he allowed it.
Desire. Tenderness. Hunger. Need.
His hand skimmed up her body to push aside the sensible bra and cup her breast, massaging with sensual, possessive enjoyment, while his tongue stroked into her mouth, coaxing and demanding. The hard power of his arousal pressed against her thigh.
She wanted to part her legs and ride the ache he was creating, ride him. She might be a virgin, but that didn’t mean ignorance of her sexuality or her body’s needs, just that she’d been scared to share herself. But she trusted Steve.
“Wait.” She broke the kiss long enough to stand and come back to him, glad for the massive chair that let her settle astride. Her head arched back at the sheer heat of pressing into him.
He bit her throat as his hands gripped her hips. She held onto his shoulders and ground into him. He cupped the back of her head, holding her in place for a savage kiss.
“Wildfire,” he muttered.
She blinked, unable to focus. Sheer sensation stormed her body, blocking thought, leaving only Steve and a building tension.
He unzipped her jeans, forcing his hand roughly between them and beneath her knickers. Pressed so close to him, she wouldn’t allow him space or time to move with finesse. She felt his fingers against her hot flesh, rode them as they stroked and bluntly entered her. She climaxed.
Hot, desperate satisfaction, leaving the results of her burned out powers to roll over her in a wave of pleasured exhaustion. She turned her face a fraction and tasted Steve’s throat.
He was hard and tense beneath her, but he stroked her back with slow, easy pleasure.
She cuddled into him.
“Don’t go to sleep,” he said.
“Hmm?” She nuzzled the curve of his throat and lied. “I’m not.”
His hands went to her waist and
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