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He pulled away from her mouth and buried his face in her shoulder. “Oh fuck. I’m coming. So hard. Yes.” He shoved deep one last time and stilled.

She swore she could feel him emptying, and she welcomed his bliss, letting it caress her own as she held him tight.

A few moments passed before he started to move again, slow thrusts while her legs remained wrapped around him as he took her there, against the wall.

Against Ida’s wall, in Ida’s house, where she might return at any moment.

Heather wanted to feel more embarrassed about her lack of restraint, but she was still coming down off her high. Jesus. Jack had given her an orgasm to end all orgasms. She’d come so hard around him. In fact, she felt something wet trickle down her inner thigh.

He came inside me.

They both froze and stared at each other.

Jack rasped, “Oh shit. I didn’t mean… I didn’t use anything.”

No protection.

“I, ah, I’m on birth control. And you don’t have to worry about disease with me. I can heal, remember? I’m never sick.” One thing Heather could definitely ensure—her ability to cure disease, wounds, anything physical short of death.

“Me too. About being clean. I always use protection.”

Jack sounded baffled, and she had a feeling he’d been taken as much by surprise as her.

“Before now.” He started to withdraw from her but didn’t move more than an inch before he surged back inside. “Fuck. I need to pull out, I know. But…”

To Heather’s shock, he was still hard.

“I can’t explain it. It’s you,” Jack protested, and he didn’t sound happy about it.

Before Heather could think to complain, he shoved even deeper inside her, and she gasped. Such pleasure, such intensity in their joining. She watched him watching her as he fucked her, each jolt sending a spear of pleasure through her tired body.

“God, you’re hot.” Jack groaned as he looked down at her chest. “I want to suck them. Pull up your sweater.”

She wanted him to, so she pulled up her sweater and tugged down one cup of her bra. He latched on to her nipple and sucked, and a burst of heat surged between her legs. He held her with little effort, taking her like he had every right.

Heather wanted to be upset over the situation, but she felt too weak to protest. Instead she pulled down the other side of her bra and demanded, “Suck this too.”

Was that her? That needy, hoarse woman crying out when he nipped her breasts and tightened his teeth around her nipples?

Jack pulled away from her breasts and kissed her, sucking her willpower while fucking her into submission once more. He mashed his pelvis against her and surged deeper into her womb, and she moaned into his mouth, awash in the sensation of being possessed by a force greater than her own.

By Jack.

She didn’t realize she’d started to mentally reach into the dark areas of his essence before she layered his energy with her own. Jack thrust harder, faster, and she met him push for push, needing the darkness, needing the power latent in an equal, worthy lover.

He moaned and shuddered, and his second orgasm set off her own, the release of his energy addicting, such a rush. She held him to her and took everything.

And in that moment, she knew this journey would become much, much more complicated than she ever might have imagined.

JACK COULDN’T DO more than float in pleasure as he finished coming inside Heather. For the second time without protection. It made sense not to worry about disease if she could heal, and she’d said she was on birth control, but fuck it all, he hadn’t known that the first time he’d had unprotected sex with her. Where the hell was his common sense? Leeched out of him by the hottest pussy and tightest ass he’d ever felt, apparently.

He groaned and withdrew, aware of the mess he’d made. He’d come hard, and to his shock, a big part of him liked that he’d come inside her.

“I have to clean up,” she said with a calm she couldn’t possibly be feeling. She stared down at his cock, now finally flagging.

Did she like what she saw? He was still covered in cum and her cream and that heady scent of sex between them.

“Yeah.” He didn’t know what to say or do. He’d never been so out of his mind in lust. Not ever. And he’d felt nothing but joy while taking her. No recriminations or upset about being led by his dick.

Just like he’d been with Melissa.

Stunned he’d been so stupid, he could only watch as she reached for her clothes on the floor, then turn and walk quickly and steadily down the hall, presumably toward the bathroom.

Jack shook his head and quickly cleaned himself up in the kitchen using some paper towels and lemon hand soap. Christ, now he’d smell lemons and think of Heather and sex.

He waited for her in the living room, wondering how to handle this. Pretend it hadn’t happened? Apologize? He couldn’t exactly accuse her of leading him on, not when he’d kissed her first. But then, Melissa had once used a psychic to manipulate him into doing all sorts of distasteful things. Maybe Ida had worked some mind magic on him before leaving him alone with Heather. Getting him all primed and pumped on that addictive Source as well as Heather’s fine body.

Heather returned to the living room with her hair in a braid, which emphasized the delicate features of her face. She was fully dressed and calm. But when she met his gaze, she blushed a bright red. She looked so damn sweet, embarrassed yet meeting him eye to eye. He didn’t know what to think about her. He trusted Owen, when he trusted few people, and this was Owen’s little sister.

Oh shit. Yet another complication to add to this mess.

“I, ah…” Heather paused. “I don’t know what to say. I want to blame the energy around us, but we kind of suit. I think. I mean, I could be wrong. But I don’t normally have sex with strangers.” She glared at him, her cheeks a bright pink, as if waiting for him to blame her for something.

“Okay.”

She looked taken aback. “Okay?”

“I believe you.” And son of a bitch, he did. He couldn’t have said why. He didn’t trust people he didn’t know. Melissa had screwed him over royally, and he thought he’d more than learned his lesson then. But this entire day had been one of the strangest in his life, and against all reason, instinct told him to trust her. Heather had made him feel so good. Twice. “I can’t tell you why that happened.” He sighed. “I mean, yeah, you’re sexy as hell. I’m attracted to you.” Any man would be. He didn’t see a weakness in telling that truth. “But I don’t fuck around on the job.” Not anymore.

She seemed relieved, and he felt better for having eased her worry.

Again, he hated that he felt manipulated somehow. Yet he couldn’t get a handle on his feelings. Even before he’d come to Drei-Gewalten, he’d felt something for Heather because of her stupid picture, the one no longer burning a hole in his front pocket. Not since he had the real thing right in front of him.

“Let’s just blame it on the Source. Makes more sense than anything I can come up with,” she murmured.

He nodded and forced himself to take a mental step back. He couldn’t have feelings for her. Nothing more than a bad case of lust. She was a job, period. End of story.

“Good.” She let out a breath. “My pack is ready to go. I have everything I need to get to the Source and back. When it gets darker, we’ll head to Jan’s to get your pack. Then hopefully we’ll finish this and get the hell out of this weird town. I love Germany, but Drei-Gewalten is more than I’d planned on dealing with.”

“Yeah.” Another thing that had been bothering him. “Heather, you said you tried leaving but couldn’t.”