It wasn’t possible to ease into a relaxed state.
Not when she kept thinking about Trey.
She hurried into the bedroom. The air was stale, the dust tickling her nose. She hadn’t ventured to the apartment in months and it showed. Rushing past the bed to the closet, she snatched an overnight bag from the floor. She didn’t bother looking at what she retrieved, shoving garments inside the pouch. She wanted a shower in the worst way. In order to have one she had to haul ass. She’d promised Trey she wouldn’t take long.
Goddess, things are happening too fast.
She reenacted the previous hour’s events in her head.
Before she’d left she’d had to talk to Leigh. The conversation had gone better than Sadie’d expected. Leigh had finally calmed down and willingly talked things through. Sadie had known it was due to Leigh’s fear for the mortal man she’d once loved but Sadie didn’t mention that. They’d focused on the facts, keeping things in perspective. Leigh hadn’t mentioned Nathan and neither had Sadie.
They’d cross that bridge soon enough.
Once Leigh had been dealt with, she’d used her senses to find Trey.
Everyone had holed up in a large office, listening as Diskant told them what he wanted to do. An enclave in Louisiana had agreed to take Leigh. Nathan and Cade were accompanying her to North Carolina, where they’d meet their contact. Once there the men would sever all communication. It was safest in the event Aldon could read their thoughts and figure out precisely where they were hiding.
Then there was the issue with the pack.
Diskant had spoken briefly with Zach. Although Diskant hadn’t been able to share all the details over the phone, the man had agreed to help in any capacity the Omega wanted. Diskant wasn’t sure if Zach would continue to offer his support when he knew everything but Diskant decided to wait and see what happened before he planned his next move. First and foremost he had to think about how the pack would react to Trey’s mating.
The thought brought Sadie back to the present.
She took a deep breath and turned her head, gazing out a window. The sun was setting, soon the pack would arrive. She had to hurry back. The decision had been made. Trey was going to step out with Sadie by his side. He’d tell them he’d mated with her and give any males the opportunity to challenge him for his position as Alpha. If that happened it came down to whether Trey won or lost. If it didn’t the females would have the chance to take Sadie down a peg.
Or—worst case—the pack might attack and take them both out.
Diskant couldn’t be certain it wouldn’t happen. He had power over the pack’s beasts but there were a lot of people to influence. Sadie knew Ava could assist him but Sadie wasn’t entirely sure the woman had the strength. Ava was clearly powerful, easing in and out of minds at will. But she was also pregnant and anxious. In order to manipulate thoughts you needed a clear head, without emotions muddling things.
Maybe knowing they can kill you will make them happy.
She’d been calm when Diskant had gone over that part but Trey had shifted uneasily beside her, the arm he’d placed around her midsection tightening. He hadn’t liked the idea at all. She’d calmed him with a gentle caress, sliding her fingers over his hand. He hadn’t spoken up but she knew he wasn’t happy. How could he be? If the roles were reversed she’d never have allowed anyone to threaten him.
Speaking of threatening…
She’d taken a lot of time to think about Geneva and the coven.
They weren’t her priority or problem anymore but something about what had transpired nagged at her. Geneva had been so intent on Aldon, almost like his death was more of a mission. It wasn’t just about him as a danger. For Geneva it had to be personal. At least Sadie’d gotten Leigh out. She had no idea what Geneva had in store but she did know Leigh didn’t need to take any part in it.
Thinking about all the blood she had on her hands—blood Geneva had put there—made Sadie sick. She’d killed many people for the coven in the past. What if some of them hadn’t done anything wrong? What if she’d done as she’d been instructed because she hadn’t known any better?
She snagged a couple of sheathed daggers for good measure and tossed them into the bag. Then she picked up a pair of boots. She carried them into the bedroom, retrieved fresh underwear from her drawer and jolted for the bathroom as she stuffed them into the carrier. She managed to move everything to one arm in order to toss soap, shampoo and other necessities on top of her clothing. Her eyes drifted to the shower.
Goddess, she felt dirty. One hot, steamy fix was all she needed.
The problem was she wanted all six-foot-plus inches of Trey in that shower with her. She wanted to tease him beneath the strong pulses of the water, using her tongue as she slid his cock to the back of her throat. Just imagining the pleasure on his face got her hot and bothered. Instantly her nipples pebbled and her pussy spasmed. She’d thought that once she’d had him her lust would relent but she’d been wrong. She wanted him more than ever.
To hell with it.
She called on her magic, pulling more energy in order to bring the objects along with her. It bled over her, white-hot and burning. She accepted the bite of energy, knowing she needed it. She wasn’t able to phase with another person but she’d mastered the art of carrying a sword and other things if necessary. In a blink she phased back to the bedroom Ava had given them.
Trey stood in the center of the room, his head darting up when she appeared.
“That took long enough,” he snarled, advancing on her.
Dropping her belongings to the floor, she reached for him. “I wasn’t even gone five minutes.”
“One minute is too long.”
He kissed her, his tongue delving past her lips.
Yes. This was what she wanted.
She placed her arms on his shoulders and stepped backward. Somehow she guided him into the bathroom. Thankfully Ava had thought ahead, giving them one of the larger rooms. With Trey around, Sadie’d probably need it. When they weren’t in bed they’d be washing away the evidence of their play. They were already like a pair of rabbits, jumping on each other every chance they could.
“You’re feeling dirty, aren’t you?” Trey whispered, his words a heavy growl. “I like it when you feel dirty, darlin’. It gets me harder than hell.” He clasped his fingers around her wrist and brought her hand to his crotch. His cock was thick and stiff, straining against his jeans. “Do you feel what you do to me?” His lips brushed past her mouth and he nipped at her neck. “I want to be inside you so bad, baby. I want to feel that hot, wet pussy of yours all around me.”
“A dirty talker, are you?” She moaned and arched her back, pushing her breasts to his chest. She liked a man who spoke his mind. Some women might have been offended by the coarse language but she wasn’t. She liked hearing how much she excited him. It was its own kind of turn-on.
“For the most part, but I can be romantic when the mood calls for it.”
She released his cock and brought her hands up, fisting her fingers in his hair. He lifted his head and their eyes met. She loved his irises, how they shifted color from light to dark. Right now they were a beautiful shade of gold, the color stark against his tanned skin.
“I’m not in the mood for romantic. Are you?”
“Hell no.” He went at her clothing, tearing the shirt from her back. “I want to fuck you so hard you won’t be able to walk straight. I’m going to make sure you’re so sore you won’t be able to stop thinking about me and what I’ve done to you.”