I shiver at the first graze of his thick length through my oversensitive flesh.
“Love you,” he says before he thrusts into me. “Now, I’m going to fuck some sense into you.”
I gasp, exhilaration shooting through me as he fills me, plunging in and out of my heat fast and hard and unhindered. My arms fly around his neck, holding on to him as he fucks me against the hood of the car, quite literally stealing all thoughts prior to this from my mind. Nothing exists out of this feeling, the pleasure building like a storm beneath my skin. The heat from his body as he claims mine, the way his fangs are out as he looks down at me.
“Yes,” I moan. “God, yes. Keep doing that.” I dig my nails into his shoulders, my entire body trembling as he drags himself out of me and pumps into me again and again. Each time we connect hits that sparkling bundle of nerves that as has me flying. “Saint!” I sink my fangs into his exposed neck as I come, instinct taking over. His blood hits my tongue and I come again, tasting his desire, his need for me in the notes of it.
“Fuck, yes,” he groans, hardening inside me another degree before he finds his own release.
I drink him down, relishing the way he coats my throat before I seal the wounds closed. His blood is like an all-time high—ancient and powerful, dangerous and deep, just like him.
He gently pulls out of me, fixing his pants and readjusting my dress before he picks me up off the hood of the car, cradling me to his chest.
“Where are you taking me?” I ask, mind spinning from the orgasms and his blood.
“Back to bed,” he says as he walks us through the garage and back into the residence. “We’re just getting started.”
The next night, I wait a full thirty minutes after Saint leaves to feed, hoping it’s enough time for him to get off the property before I find Ajax in the gardens with Grace.
“Dagon mentioned your plan,” he says after I’ve approached him with the same pitch. “I agree with him. It’s not a bad idea.”
“Then let’s do it,” I ask, hope rising again. “I lure him out of hiding. You pause time. Dagon and Talon and Zachariah and hell, even Alek could subdue him. The assassins could take care of any Sons that are a threat.”
“It sounds foolproof.” Ajax nods, eyes flashing to Grace for a moment. “I can see it working.”
Grace glares at him, then at something behind me.
“Except for one issue,” Saint says.
I close my eyes, not bothering to turn around. “You paused time, didn’t you?”
“Yep,” Ajax says, gliding his hand into Grace’s. “We’re needed…elsewhere.”
I open my eyes just in time to see Grace mouthing the wordsorrybefore Ajax speeds them off.
“Evening, mate,” Saint says.
I groan, then take off into the hedges, trying to catch him off guard.
He catches me in less than two minutes.
He makes me come in less than one.
“Ransom,” I beg the next night. “You have to want this to end too. Especially with your newborn.”
“Of course, I do,” the assassin says. “This war has taken more from us than it should and it’s gone on for far too long. Trust me. If we could make it work and ensure your safety and that your mate wouldn’t carve me to pieces, then yes, I would help you initiate your plan.”
“But Iwillcarve you into pieces,” Saint says, materializing out of thin air.
“Oh, this is getting ridiculous!” I grumble, but don’t fight as Saint whisks me to our chambers and fucks me until I’m limp with pleasure.
“Are you out of all your bad ideas yet?” he asks a few hours later.
“It’s…not a bad idea,” I say between breaths. My entire being is blissful and sated. It’s hard to have energy to plead my case, so I don’t. Instead, I turn into his warmth and quickly fall asleep.
The next night, I get dressed as Saint watches.
“I’m not feeding tonight,” he assures me.