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When it was over, I sat back, rather proud of myself. Or, I tried to sit back. That wasn’t what happened though. Ren moved fast, grabbing me under the arms and lifting me onto my feet. I gasped as his fingers made quick work of my pants, and before I could even say ‘yum’ he had my pants, my underwear, and my boots off of me.

Jesus, he was talented.

And strong—really strong.

Ren lifted me up onto the bed as he sat down, holding me up so that a very private part of me was lined up with his mouth.

He said nothing as I looked down at him. My heart thundered at the fierce, raw intensity etched into his striking features. Stunned, I locked my legs to stay balanced as he gripped my hips—my ass, his fingers digging into my flesh.

And then his mouth was on me.

With no warning. No slow build-up. Lips. Tongue. Sucking. Dragging. I gasped, holding on to his head for support. He devoured me, his mouth hot and wet and all-consuming.

I tried to say his name, but I lost all control as my body coiled tight. I was beyond coherent speech, beyond anything other than what his mouth was doing between my thighs. I felt like I was going to die, that I was dying, and then it happened. I cried out, my body liquefying as release pounded through me, throbbing and pulsing and never-ending. It took my legs right out from underneath me.

And Ren caught me.

I collapsed in his arms—limp, sated, and exhausted. I barely processed him twisting so we were both lying on our sides, my cheek plastered to his chest. Not a word passed between us, and that was how he fell asleep, holding me close as if he feared I was going to float away from him.

I didn’t sleep though.

I couldn’t as the pleasant haze of release faded away and I thought about what I had to do.

What I had to do for him.

Chapter 25

Ren was still in the shower when I slipped out of the room. I told him that I would check on Kyle and make sure he was fine before we hit the road. I insisted on it, because I didn’t want Ren anywhere near that bastard.

It was early and the morning sun caused me to wince as it burned up the parking lot. I wasn’t alone when I stepped outside.

Fabian stood in front of the door Kyle was being kept in.

“Have you been out here all night?” I asked.

“On and off,” he replied, face expressionless. “Wanted to make sure he stayed where he needed to be.”

“He’s not going anywhere. Trust me.”

“He won’t.”

The coldness in his voice sent a chill down my spine. I looked around, not seeing anyone else. “Where’s Tink?”

“Asleep in the room at the end. He’s with Faye.” He inclined his head. “Why do you call him that? Tink?”

I lifted my brows as I shoved a limp curl back from my face. The question surprised me. “I just . . . well, he never told me his real name and he reminded me of Tinkerbell.”

Fabian’s mouth twitched. “Interesting.” There was a pause. “I heard you guys last night.”

My eyes widened as heat poured into my face. Oh my God, we barely made any noise! Well, there was moaning—definite moaning of the sexual variety. The walls in this place had to be as thin as the damn carpet. “I don’t know what you think you heard, but it wasn’t us.”

He frowned as he watched me. “I heard you and Ren talking to the man inside there.”

“Oh. Oh.” I let out a choked laugh. God. Now I was just embarrassing myself. “Carry on then.”

His frown faded, but his stare was still heavy. “That is why I am waiting.”

My gaze flew to him. A terse moment passed, one full of understanding, and then Fabian stepped aside. I reached for the door.

“I did hear you moaning also,” Fabian added. “You sounded like a wild moose grazing.”

My mouth dropped open. “A wild moose grazing?”

“Yes. That is correct. It was quite . . . disturbing.”

Oh my God, I didn’t sound like a wild moose.

Face flaming, I flipped him off and then opened up the motel door. The room was quiet, but we’d left the bathroom light on and I could see him from the entryway.

He was dozing, his chin resting against his chest, wrists secured to the pipe. The man had senses of a cat though, because I took one step toward him and he woke right up.

“Good morning,” I said, making my way toward him. “I would’ve brought you coffee and a doughnut, but then I remembered I don’t like you.”

He snorted, looking away. “If you’re here to finally kill me, just get it over with, because you’re fucking annoying.”

“I’m not here to do that.” Walking into the bathroom, I sat down on the closed toilet seat. “I want to talk.”

“And I want to use that toilet, so if you’re not going to, how about you move your ass and untie me.”

I laughed. “Not going to happen. Not yet.”

His gaze slowly slid to me. “You know they’re coming for me. They already have to be out there, closing in on all of you.”

“I know.” I crossed one leg over the other. “So, we don’t have a lot of time.”

“You’re almost out of time.”

“Almost.” My gaze flickered over him, and I saw the fine tremor that coursed through him. “You may not believe this, but I was kidnapped by the Prince. I was taken against my will. I fought to stay alive and to not give in. You have no idea what I had to do to do that.” My throat thickened, but I kept going. “You can hate me. You can hate Ren. But we’re the world’s best chance right now. We were on the same side.”

A muscle ticked along his jaw. “Were?”

I didn’t address that. Not yet.

“Are you married? Have children?” I asked.

“What?” he snapped.

“Just curious. A lot of Order members marry one another. Have children. Did you?” I rested my chin on my palm. “You don’t look like you did. No wedding band. You’re all about the job. Duty.”

“Yes,” he seethed. “Eradicating the fae is my duty.”

“Even the ones that helped the Order? The Summer Court?”

Kyle didn’t answer.

“What happened? Why can’t you tell me that? I’ve heard their side, but I know there has to be more. There has to be for the Order to have turned on them.”

Pressing his lips into a thin line, he tipped his head back against the bottom of the sink.

Clenching my jaw, I shook my head. I wanted to kick him in the face, but I doubted that would get him to talk. “It can’t be just because they were fae.”

His head whipped toward me. “It can’t be?”

I stilled.

“It doesn’t matter if they weren’t feeding or not or if they helped the Order. They’re a damn abomination infecting our world—a fucking disease. The Order couldn’t see that, but we could.” His eyes flashed. “We did what we needed to do, like we always do.”

Was he being for real? “You—the Elite turned on the Summer fae because they were fae?”

“Is there another reason I am unaware of?”

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