of morning.
Her eyes widened even farther. It hadn’t been a dream at all. They really had done all those things. Hot and cold washed over her skin, her body coming to life again at the memory.
In his light doze, Hawk felt the slight movement of the bed and the stirring of the witching around them as it, too, became aware she was awake.
A deep sense of contentment filled him. He hadn’t felt this good for a long time, not deep down good like he did now. All the aches and pains he’d accumulated over the years had disappeared overnight. Washed away as he wallowed in the frenzy she’d whipped the witching into. That was the thing about Earth Wardens. There were benefits to having sex with one. Unless the magic was channeled into some sort of ritual or ceremony, the healing energy was up for grabs, and last night his weary body had lapped it up.
He felt the weight of her interest on him and cracked an eyelid. Wide violet eyes considered him from over the edge of a pillow. Beautiful violet eyes. Eyes Hawk remembered darkened with pleasure last night. His body stirred, instantly awake as he rolled over to wrap an arm around her and drag her into his side, pillow and all. He wanted her again.
“Morning, beautiful,” he murmured, pushing the pillow aside and rubbing his nose gently against hers. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d awoken so content and pain free. It was a nice feeling.
Don’t get used to it , he told himself firmly. You’ll be out of here before the day’s done. Which was true. All he had to do was get Lyssa to a safe place and he was gone. She was Warden-born, so she was sure to have some family kicking about somewhere who would take her in and look after her. Protect her from those maniac Wardens who were trying to kill her.
That was the bit that didn’t make sense to him. Why try to kill an Earth Warden? They were rare enough that for a Haven to have one was a huge status symbol. Most Havens tried to cultivate them. Yet, hers hadn’t recognized her as an Earth Warden and was trying to kill her? It was all too odd and something Hawk really didn’t want to get into.
He was a Warrior. He killed things that needed killing, protected the average Joe-human, and left the politics to other people. It was a win-win formula and one he didn’t intend to change any time soon.
She closed her eyes in response to his caress and lifted her lips in silent invitation. An invitation Hawk couldn’t, nor intended to, resist. He murmured low in his throat, a sound of pleasure, and took her lips in a long, slow kiss that fanned the embers of passion burning in his gut back into full flame.
He rolled onto his back and took her with him, his hands sliding through the silken fall of her hair so he could explore her lips at his leisure. An unhurried exploration as he pulled her closer, his free hand trailing down her soft curves as he prepared for a re-run of the night before. Although he was fully healed and well rested, it was as though he couldn’t get enough. There was something about her that affected him on a primal level. A level that needed to claim and possess her. A level that railed at the idea of letting her go later.
“Warrior, we know you’re in there. Give up the girl and we’ll let you live.”
Lyssa stilled at the harsh shout, fear cascading through her like a cold waterfall. They were here. The Wardens had found them. Hawk lifted his head, his blue eyes sharp as he listened. Wrapped in his arms and still naked beneath the sheet, she held her breath. Was he about to give her up to the Wardens outside?
She met his eyes hesitantly, aware of the fear filling them but unable to hide it. If he handed her over then, she was dead. No ifs, buts or maybes about it. She was deader than a dodo. The attack in the alley and that overheard conversation made that as plain as day.
Dimly, she wondered why they hadn’t just barged in. After all, it wasn’t as if one warrior and a null were
Her eyes widened even farther. It hadn’t been a dream at all. They really had done all those things. Hot and cold washed over her skin, her body coming to life again at the memory.
In his light doze, Hawk felt the slight movement of the bed and the stirring of the witching around them as it, too, became aware she was awake.
A deep sense of contentment filled him. He hadn’t felt this good for a long time, not deep down good like he did now. All the aches and pains he’d accumulated over the years had disappeared overnight. Washed away as he wallowed in the frenzy she’d whipped the witching into. That was the thing about Earth Wardens. There were benefits to having sex with one. Unless the magic was channeled into some sort of ritual or ceremony, the healing energy was up for grabs, and last night his weary body had lapped it up.
He felt the weight of her interest on him and cracked an eyelid. Wide violet eyes considered him from over the edge of a pillow. Beautiful violet eyes. Eyes Hawk remembered darkened with pleasure last night. His body stirred, instantly awake as he rolled over to wrap an arm around her and drag her into his side, pillow and all. He wanted her again.
“Morning, beautiful,” he murmured, pushing the pillow aside and rubbing his nose gently against hers. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d awoken so content and pain free. It was a nice feeling.
Don’t get used to it , he told himself firmly. You’ll be out of here before the day’s done. Which was true. All he had to do was get Lyssa to a safe place and he was gone. She was Warden-born, so she was sure to have some family kicking about somewhere who would take her in and look after her. Protect her from those maniac Wardens who were trying to kill her.
That was the bit that didn’t make sense to him. Why try to kill an Earth Warden? They were rare enough that for a Haven to have one was a huge status symbol. Most Havens tried to cultivate them. Yet, hers hadn’t recognized her as an Earth Warden and was trying to kill her? It was all too odd and something Hawk really didn’t want to get into.
He was a Warrior. He killed things that needed killing, protected the average Joe-human, and left the politics to other people. It was a win-win formula and one he didn’t intend to change any time soon.
She closed her eyes in response to his caress and lifted her lips in silent invitation. An invitation Hawk couldn’t, nor intended to, resist. He murmured low in his throat, a sound of pleasure, and took her lips in a long, slow kiss that fanned the embers of passion burning in his gut back into full flame.
He rolled onto his back and took her with him, his hands sliding through the silken fall of her hair so he could explore her lips at his leisure. An unhurried exploration as he pulled her closer, his free hand trailing down her soft curves as he prepared for a re-run of the night before. Although he was fully healed and well rested, it was as though he couldn’t get enough. There was something about her that affected him on a primal level. A level that needed to claim and possess her. A level that railed at the idea of letting her go later.
“Warrior, we know you’re in there. Give up the girl and we’ll let you live.”
Lyssa stilled at the harsh shout, fear cascading through her like a cold waterfall. They were here. The Wardens had found them. Hawk lifted his head, his blue eyes sharp as he listened. Wrapped in his arms and still naked beneath the sheet, she held her breath. Was he about to give her up to the Wardens outside?
She met his eyes hesitantly, aware of the fear filling them but unable to hide it. If he handed her over then, she was dead. No ifs, buts or maybes about it. She was deader than a dodo. The attack in the alley and that overheard conversation made that as plain as day.
Dimly, she wondered why they hadn’t just barged in. After all, it wasn’t as if one warrior and a null were
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