Neither of them spoke as they went into that room, they didn’t have to. They were on fire with the need for each other and as soon as the door closed his mouth was on hers.
They fell to the bed, their hands going to each other’s clothes.
Cara’s fingers found the slippery buttons on his jeans and tugged them open, he opened the buttons on her blouse. Their moans and whimpers filled the small room as his mouth found her nipples and her hand encircled his stiff shaft and stroked it in an up and down motion that was delightful, but not enough.
Sebastian tugged her pants down, his fingers pressing into the wet cleft between her thighs. Her legs spread and she whimpered as he pressed his fingers deeply inside her oiled walls.
Cara managed to get her ankles free of her jeans and Sebastian pressed fiery kisses into her sweet pink inner folds and the thigh, throbbing nub of flesh at the top of her mound.
He didn’t waste too much time. He positioned himself between her legs and used his hand to guide himself within her heated and waiting depths.
The peak was not far behind, both of them were so excited that they cried out after just a few thrusts and he collapsed on top of her, his mouth seeking hers out once more. Sebastian buried his face in her shoulder and murmured, “If this keeps up, I’m going to have to marry you.”
The words were casual but they rang through her entire body like the silver bells Jaelle wore on her ankles. “Is that right?”
“Yes, that’s right. You’re the most incredible woman I’ve ever met.”
Her throat closed. Tears welled up in her eyes. Now was the time to tell him the truth, all of it. But how could she? How could she make him understand? He was not Tribe, and never could be. She had an obligation to her people whether she liked it or not… and right then, she didn’t like it at all.
Sebastian felt her withdrawal. He wished he hadn’t spoken. He knew that what he had just said was foolish. How could they be together? They were enemies, and when she discovered she’d been sleeping with a wolf, she would probably level a curse at him that would wither his penis or kill him instantly.
The silence grew until she said, softly. “I have to get home.”
“Yeah, me too.”
The silence continued. It was awkward and fraught. Cara’s heart was aching. It felt like it had somehow grown a large and violent bruise that was getting deeper with each passing second.
This was the last time she would see him. This was too painful.
CHAPTER 12
Cara was coming out of the gun shop the next afternoon. It was run by a man who knew the Tribe well and he had not blinked an eye when she told him what she needed. Nor had he seemed to find it strange that she did not want her father to know what she was getting. He was paid a high price for his silence on all fronts and it was obvious that he earned his money well.
The rumble of bikes was as familiar as her heartbeat, so she didn’t bother to look up at first. She assumed that it was some of the Tribe members, but as soon as the heavy reek of Wolf wrapped in flesh met her nostrils, her head jerked up. They were coming by, their bikes flashing in the sun. All of them wore the black and red insignia of the Fallen. Her heart thundered in her chest as she saw the first back patch go by.
She quickly turned around, pretending to be window-shopping, but really watching their reflection in the heavy plate glass window.
A familiar figure caught her eye and her heart dropped into her belly. Her throat went dry and and burned with acid; her shoulders rounded and her fists balled up so tightly that her nails cut into her palms. She tried to tell herself that it was not him, that she was mistaken. She tried to tell herself that the reflection in the window was so distorted that it could’ve been anybody on that bike.
But she knew it wasn’t just anybody.
It was Sebastian.
He was Fallen! Sebastian was one of the Fallen! Rage, hurt and humiliation crashed through her. Cara had never known such a mix of emotions before, and she was almost terrified by their power. The spells that always lay right below the surface of her mind leaped into bright being.
She could incinerate his lying ass! She should too, that would serve him right! How could he have lied to her so easily?
She knew that he actually had not lied outright; he had simply never told her that he was Fallen. But was that truly his fault? She had assumed that he was a Hunter. She had never thought to look past her own assumption.
Still though, he had known who she was. Maybe he had from the very start. Was that what this was all about? Had he somehow learned that she was Tribe and come after her just so he could learn more about her people?
That had to be it. He had been playing her all along. He had been slowly but surely pulling information out of her. She had trusted him, she had told him things about her family she never would’ve told anyone else.