Aiden removed his fingers from her the same time he shrugged her leg off his shoulder. And in one fluid motion, he stood.
There were no words. Just frantic fumbling of their fingers on his pants and kisses frenzied by the need burning within them.
When his pants were finally unbuttoned and unzipped, Britt stopped him in his tracks with her hand upon his length. He stood stock-still while her hand ran up and down his arousal.
Then it became too much. He grabbed her hips and lifted her. Instantly her legs locked around his waist.
Britt felt the head of Aiden’s cock against her flesh a second before his hips thrust forward. She gasped as the hard, hot length of him slid inside her.
For several moments they stood as they were. He pulled out of her until only the head of his arousal remained. Then he thrust inside her again.
She clung to him, their gazes clashed as their bodies began to move. In and out he pumped, her body tightening with each stroke of his rod.
The urgency, the need driving them pushed them. The sound of their bodies meeting and their harsh breaths filled the room.
Britt’s legs constricted when he began to pound ruthlessly into her until, a heartbeat later, her climax claimed her. Her mouth opened to scream her release when Aiden kissed her to keep her silent.
Not even that could diminish the bliss that was her orgasm. She was floating on a cloud of pleasure so amazing she knew she would never come down.
Aiden never stopped thrusting. He prolonged her climax until his own claimed him. It was fierce as it ripped through him, his seed spilling inside her.
He buried his face in her neck, his body slick with sweat. Aiden wanted to do nothing more than find a bed and make love to her again and again. But reality crashed upon them with the sounds of approaching feet.
Aiden lifted his head to find Britt smiling at him. She ran a hand down his face to smooth away his hair before she kissed him.
“I don’t regret this. I’ve never been happier, and if you ruin it by telling me it was a mistake, I won’t be responsible for what I do to you.”
He grinned and gave her a quick kiss. “I was going to say I wish we were alone with a bed so I could take you to it.”
“Oh, now, that sounds wonderful,” she said wistfully.
Aiden pulled out of her and released her legs. There was so much he needed to say to her, but before he could, the door opened.
He shifted so that he was between whoever had just come in and Britt. She hastily lowered her dress while he buttoned his pants.
With a wink, she walked around him and began talking to Galen. Aiden reached to button his shirt when he noticed all but one of the buttons was gone. He spotted several on the floor around him.
He inhaled and just as he was about to turn around, he spotted the silver lace panties on the floor. Aiden bent and put them in his pocket as he stood.
Only to find his father standing behind and to the side of Galen, watching him.
“Anything?” Aiden asked.
Quinn’s gaze raked across the area. “It’s quiet. Too quiet. Wallace should’ve found us by now.”
“Let’s give ourselves some credit,” Britt said. “Besides, I’m in no hurry for him to show up.”
“Nay,” Fallon said as he suddenly appeared in the room beside them. “But he’s coming. Let’s try to get you all out of here.”
They all quickly stepped forward except for Aiden. “What about Phelan?”
“He has other business,” Galen said cryptically.
Which Aiden knew meant Charon. Whatever was going on there, Phelan wouldn’t leave Charon to go it alone.
Aiden took his place between Britt and Galen. Fallon put his hands on Galen’s and Quinn’s shoulders to take them out of there, but nothing happened. Just as before.
“Fuck!” Fallon shouted, and spun away.
Footsteps running toward the cottage filled the silence that followed. A second later and Phelan flung open the front door.
“I just spoke with Charon. He has a plan.”
CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR
Charon watched Con as he stared out the windows of his office. Charon had laid out his plan for Constantine, and now all that remained was Con’s approval.
Of course, Con didn’t know that Charon had already told the plan to Phelan.
“You want to have the battle here,” Con said.
It wasn’t a question. More of a statement, but it was the humor in his tone that caught Charon off guard. “You offered your help. My concern was keeping the identities of you and your Kings a secret.”
“And you think having the battle here will do that?”
Charon glanced at both Guy and Banan, who stood off to the side. Neither King so much as batted an eye. Charon then glanced over at Hal, the green dragon he’d seen earlier, and another King by the name of Laith.