Dayan turned her in the direction of the house where Syndil and Barack had taken Cullen and Lisa to protect them from the members of the society. Dayan knew Darius had tracked down the hunters and had succeeded in diminishing their numbers. He had done so once before. Hopefully, it would be some time before they could fill their ranks of soldiers and send new assassins after his family. He refrained from passing on the information to Corinne, not wanting her to have to face the harsher aspects of their life until it was necessary.
Below them the house appeared, a long, sprawling structure surrounded by forest. The clearing contained a garden of wildflowers and ferns. To one side was a large oak tree. Hanging off a branch by a thick rope was a tire swing. The house looked well kept. Dayan glided to earth, guiding Corinne as she landed, scrambling for a purchase in the midst of pine needles and vegetation. The female owl nearly crashed into the tire swing. She shifted back into her normal shape, laughing aloud. It was Dayan who provided clothes.
“Dayan, this is so much fun. Did you see me? I thought I was going to smash into the oak tree. I was trying for a branch, but at the last second I was afraid I wouldn’t make it.”
Her hair was a wild mass of silk, her cheeks flushed with excitement, and her moss-green eyes were dancing again. She took his breath away and melted his heart. “You did fine, though your landing could use work.”
His voice was teasing, a black-velvet melody that somehow played through her body and soul. Corinne touched his face. “Thank you, Dayan. I love every minute of this, I really do.” She glanced at the house. “Is this where Lisa is staying? It’s wonderful — who owns it?”
Dayan shrugged. “Carpathians own property all over and we lend it when there is need. Listen to me, honey, before we go in. Lisa must not know about us. That we are different. It will be better for her if she never finds out.” Dayan spoke with extraordinary gentleness.
Corinne smiled lovingly up at him and framed his face with her hands. “I know Lisa better than anyone else, Dayan, and I love her. I would never want her burdened with more than she can handle.”
He nodded his acceptance and bent his head to kiss her inviting mouth. “I fear you are looking far too beautiful to have gone through such an ordeal as you have.
I do not know how Lisa will take your recovery.” His hand traced the slender column of her throat, moved lower to cup the weight of her soft, firm breast in his palm. He thought that touch would be enough, but need slammed into his body. Before he could stop himself, he bent his head lower to find her nipple right through the thin silk of her blouse, his teeth scraping gently, his mouth suddenly hot and urgent, pulling strongly.
Corinne closed her eyes and leaned into him, wanting him all over again, her body flooding with liquid heat. She circled his head and held him tightly to her. “What are you doing, Dayan? We’re right outside the house; anyone could see us through the windows if they were looking.” But she wasn’t pushing him away as she should have; she was pressing him to her, arching her body to give him better access. Her breath was coming in ragged little gasps. How could she need his touch so much? She wanted him right there, that minute, again and again, his body hard and thick, thrusting into hers.
We can be unseen if we so desire.
Even in his mind, his voice was husky, sensual, wickedly erotic. She could taste him in her mouth, feel him deep inside her, and yet he was only at her breast, his mouth demanding. The feel of his mouth, hot and wet over the silk of her blouse, was making her wild and hungry.
You mean invisible?
The thought excited her. Having him right there, right at that moment. When she wanted. She was already moving against him, making her own demands.
Tell me how. First you do whatever you see in my head.
His hand was sliding over her flat stomach, pushing aside her shirt so that he could feel bare skin.
He had pictures in his head, but Corinne was certain they had nothing to do with becoming invisible. She heard his soft laughter.
You’re so incredibly bad sometimes.
She meant to chastise him, but it came out soft and sexy. She was already responding to those pictures, trusting him to cloak them from prying eyes. She was pushing aside his clothing, her hands finding the hard length of him, fingertips dancing and teasing, making intimate promises to him.
Dayan removed their clothing in the way of his people, easily, simply, so that her body was open to his, so he could look at her curvy feminine form and marvel at its lush perfection. His hand slipped down her flat belly to the nest of curls and settled there, his fingers finding her hot and slick with damp need. “I could take you over and over and never have enough,” he whispered, leaning back to watch her face while he pushed with his palm against her entrance. He loved to see her face, the way she moved into him, her hips begging for more, wanting him with the same eagerness he had for her.
“Dayan.” She whispered his name. Softly. Her voice said it all. He bent his head again to find her mouth with his, at the same time inserting two fingers into her hot channel, stroking, teasing, matching the rhythm of her hips. She was fiery hot, and her scent called to him. Corinne moved restlessly against him, loving the way the breeze slid over her body like his fingers, teasing her nipples into hard, beckoning peaks so that Dayan couldn’t resist her invitation. She loved him watching her pleasure,
feeling
her pleasure when he merged with her.
I want to taste you, Corinne. I want every part of you. I would deny you nothing, Dayan. You know that.
She loved the intimacy of their mind merge. The way everything between them was so out in the open. She didn’t have to tell him she wanted him to push into her harder — he already knew it. He didn’t have to tell her that the way she was moving and showing her need of him excited him unbearably.
His hands spanned her waist and he lifted her, setting her bottom unexpectedly on the tire swing. He tipped her back so he had access to her sheath. “You’d better be right about that invisible thing,” she warned him, but her fists were clutched in his hair and she was already going up in flames.
Dayan delved deep into the sweet, hot core of her. She was shaking with need now, her muscles clenching tighter and tighter. She wrapped her legs around his back, moaning her pleasure, unable to believe she could feel so alive and ready to shatter at any moment. His hands were hard on her hips, pulling her to him as he deliberately took her over the edge into a mind-shattering release that seemed to go on forever. Satisfied, he stood, dragging the swing forward, pinning her hips so that he could bury himself in her to share her explosive pleasure. He moved in hard, deep strokes while her body exploded around his and her hands’ grip on the rope was the only thing keeping her in touch with reality.
Dayan tightened his hold on the curve of her hips and allowed the wildness of his nature to claim him. Corinne was urging him on with little breathless cries, with her tight, hot body surrounding his, pulling him deeper and deeper into her. Lightning arced across the sky and split open the heavens, raining a shower of sparks around them. Or maybe it was just in their minds — Corinne wasn’t certain. Electricity seemed to be crackling between them so that flames sizzled and danced along their skin.