need to drive harder, deeper, to mark her as his.
But by his claiming her, she was now a challenge to other Mindchangers. If another could take her, it meant Monroe’s rank was trumped, no matter how much more powerful his mind.
He shifted within her, shallow, then deep. Gripping one round thigh, he drew it higher for better access. Fiery need shot through his groin, the fires stoked by her maddening feel.
“Magda.”
Her eyes were twin blue gems gleaming with more emotion than he could consume even if he chose to. The thought humbled him.
As he eased out to the tip of his cock, she moaned. Digging her heel into his hip, she tried to draw him back into her. He hoped she continued to trust him, because their road wouldn’t be easy after this.
Her pussy clenched around him, and he could hold back no longer. Driving harder, he claimed her lips. The kiss turned carnal—rough, bruising. When she sank her teeth into his lower lip, he burst. Jets of cum shot into her body, triggering her release.
Her ecstasy fed him, empowered him. He drank everything she gave to him. When her body relaxed under his, he slowed his movements. Braced on his elbows, he cradled her face in his hands and worked his tongue over her swollen lips. Back and forth until she began to pant once more.
Her arms were warm weights anchoring him to her. As if he ever wanted to move.
The slow tick of the clock in the other room broke into his consciousness. She should be at work right now, not in his bed. But keeping her safe was going to be difficult if he didn’t hold her near. He couldn’t just let her go back to campus where Free Wills would be searching for her. Wandering the city alone was out of the question, and he couldn’t rely on her brother to keep her from harm.
He eased their bodies apart. Stretched out beside her, he let out a heavy sigh.
Her mind took that sound and ran with it. Oh no. What does that mean? It wasn’t any good for him. He doesn’t—
“Magda.” He rolled onto one hip to stare down at her. The upper bow of her lip distracted the hell out of him, and for a solid sixty seconds, he couldn’t remember what he’d been about to say.
She flattened a palm on his chest, and it all flooded back.
“Tell me more about your parents, about Elijah and your childhood.”
“Can’t you see everything?” Her voice was husky from her screams of bliss.
He traced her lower lip with his thumb. Should he tell her? Or did she know? Finally he let out the breath he was holding. They had come this far together. She was as good as his, even if he couldn’t feed from her thoughts. While her emotions were delicious, he wanted all of her.
Shaking his head, he said, “Not everything. Your mind is… Magda, those Free Wills are after you for a reason.”
Shock flitted over her face, a dark shadow of emotion he didn’t want to consume. But he did. He had to take it away from her. It slid into his psyche, and he felt his mind grow more powerful. A few more gulps of her, and he’d have enough strength for another cerebral boom. Hopefully that wouldn’t be necessary.
She fisted a hand on his chest. “After me ?”
He nodded, wanting more than anything to look away, but she deserved better. “The reason your memory is full of holes—spotty—is because you are their victim, baby. In your childhood, they cleaned you out. Stole all your memories.”
“What?” Her voice was a ragged whisper.
“No one ever told you.” It wasn’t a question. Her family was obviously shielding her from Mindchangers. That thought catcher hadn’t been placed in her room because they liked what it added to the decor.
She shook her head hard, and her red waves tumbled over the cloud-blue pillowcase. A number five cushioning a brain holding a number one.
“But if I was a victim of a Free Will attack, what thoughts did they place in my mind? What doesn’t belong to me?” Panic leaked from her.
Throat constricted, Monroe wrapped his arms around
But by his claiming her, she was now a challenge to other Mindchangers. If another could take her, it meant Monroe’s rank was trumped, no matter how much more powerful his mind.
He shifted within her, shallow, then deep. Gripping one round thigh, he drew it higher for better access. Fiery need shot through his groin, the fires stoked by her maddening feel.
“Magda.”
Her eyes were twin blue gems gleaming with more emotion than he could consume even if he chose to. The thought humbled him.
As he eased out to the tip of his cock, she moaned. Digging her heel into his hip, she tried to draw him back into her. He hoped she continued to trust him, because their road wouldn’t be easy after this.
Her pussy clenched around him, and he could hold back no longer. Driving harder, he claimed her lips. The kiss turned carnal—rough, bruising. When she sank her teeth into his lower lip, he burst. Jets of cum shot into her body, triggering her release.
Her ecstasy fed him, empowered him. He drank everything she gave to him. When her body relaxed under his, he slowed his movements. Braced on his elbows, he cradled her face in his hands and worked his tongue over her swollen lips. Back and forth until she began to pant once more.
Her arms were warm weights anchoring him to her. As if he ever wanted to move.
The slow tick of the clock in the other room broke into his consciousness. She should be at work right now, not in his bed. But keeping her safe was going to be difficult if he didn’t hold her near. He couldn’t just let her go back to campus where Free Wills would be searching for her. Wandering the city alone was out of the question, and he couldn’t rely on her brother to keep her from harm.
He eased their bodies apart. Stretched out beside her, he let out a heavy sigh.
Her mind took that sound and ran with it. Oh no. What does that mean? It wasn’t any good for him. He doesn’t—
“Magda.” He rolled onto one hip to stare down at her. The upper bow of her lip distracted the hell out of him, and for a solid sixty seconds, he couldn’t remember what he’d been about to say.
She flattened a palm on his chest, and it all flooded back.
“Tell me more about your parents, about Elijah and your childhood.”
“Can’t you see everything?” Her voice was husky from her screams of bliss.
He traced her lower lip with his thumb. Should he tell her? Or did she know? Finally he let out the breath he was holding. They had come this far together. She was as good as his, even if he couldn’t feed from her thoughts. While her emotions were delicious, he wanted all of her.
Shaking his head, he said, “Not everything. Your mind is… Magda, those Free Wills are after you for a reason.”
Shock flitted over her face, a dark shadow of emotion he didn’t want to consume. But he did. He had to take it away from her. It slid into his psyche, and he felt his mind grow more powerful. A few more gulps of her, and he’d have enough strength for another cerebral boom. Hopefully that wouldn’t be necessary.
She fisted a hand on his chest. “After me ?”
He nodded, wanting more than anything to look away, but she deserved better. “The reason your memory is full of holes—spotty—is because you are their victim, baby. In your childhood, they cleaned you out. Stole all your memories.”
“What?” Her voice was a ragged whisper.
“No one ever told you.” It wasn’t a question. Her family was obviously shielding her from Mindchangers. That thought catcher hadn’t been placed in her room because they liked what it added to the decor.
She shook her head hard, and her red waves tumbled over the cloud-blue pillowcase. A number five cushioning a brain holding a number one.
“But if I was a victim of a Free Will attack, what thoughts did they place in my mind? What doesn’t belong to me?” Panic leaked from her.
Throat constricted, Monroe wrapped his arms around
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