War of Hearts (True Immortality 1)

“They believe him?”

“They willnae believe him until they see you shift into a wolf, and we need to give them that for us all to be safe.”

Although Thea nodded, she couldn’t just let that be the end. “I want to find the woman. The psychic from Prague who tried to help me.”

Conall tightened his hold on her. “It could be dangerous if anyone found out we’re poking around in fae business.”

“I know. But I … I don’t know if I can leave her out there, knowing she’s in danger.”

“And what do you plan to do when you find her?”

“Offer her the same chance that’s been given to me.”

Conall frowned. “The bite could kill her.”

Thea understood that. “She deserves the option. It should be her risk to take or not.”

Her mate let out a shuddering exhale. “Fine. But can I ask for at least one month of peace and quiet before you look for her?”

Snuggling into him, resting her head against his warm, hard chest, Thea sighed. “Yes, considering I could sleep for a month.”

He smoothed a hand down her back to cup her ass as he whispered roughly in her ears, “Oh, I intend to keep you far too busy for sleep. Mate.”

Despite her exhaustion, Thea felt a deep ripple of need in her belly as she looked up at him, lips parted.

Conall’s eyes darkened with desire. “I’ll tell everyone to leave, then you can sleep. In the morning, I’ll hold you to that promise in your eyes.”

She was almost a little disappointed at the idea of delaying sex because it had felt like an age since he’d been inside her, but as he led Thea back to the bedroom, the weariness flooded her limbs again, like sand in an hourglass.

Someone had made the bed. The sweat-soaked and torn sheets were gone.

“Callie,” Conall explained. “While we were running.”

“Did I mention I like your sister?” Thea asked as Conall pulled one of his T-shirts down over her.

“Good.” He smiled. “She likes you too.”

That was something at least. Thea still had to convince the rest of the pack she was one of them now. But that was a worry for another day.

Conall helped her into bed, and Thea was out as soon as her head hit the pillow.* * *She felt the wet heat between her legs, the delicious pressure, drawing her up from sleep. Thea writhed against the feeling, her eyes fluttering open as it intensified. Morning light flooded Conall’s bedroom, spilling over his broad back and his muscular ass.

Thea gasped at finding his head between her thighs, his tongue doing fantastic things to her.

“Conall,” she breathed, pushing against his mouth.

He clamped his hands down on her hips and devoured her, voracious.

The tension built quickly and soon Thea was shuddering against his tongue.

His gray eyes flashed with dark need as he crawled up her body, his fingertips sliding under the T-shirt to remove it. Thea lifted her arms to help him, her heart pounding with anticipation.

It occurred to her as Conall spread her legs to wrap them around his waist, that she was no longer as strong as she had been. As he braced his hands on the pillow at either side of her head and his eyes locked with hers, Thea wondered if it would make a difference.

If she’d be able to keep up with him now.

Conall throbbed between her legs but he didn’t push inside.

Instead, he frowned. “What was that?”

Thea frowned back. “What was what?”

“That little pucker of worry.” He smoothed a finger between her brows. “You had a thought I think I’m not going to like.”

Deciding honesty was the best policy, Thea sighed. “I just realized I’m not as strong anymore.”

“And that applies to what we’re doing how?”

She narrowed her eyes at his obtuseness and flushed. She couldn’t believe he was making her say this out loud. “What if … what if it’s not the same because I’m not as strong?”

Conall seemed stunned by the question. And silent.

Very silent.

Thea’s cheeks burned with embarrassment.

He finally answered, but not with words. He thrust inside her, pleasure shooting down her spine, tightening in her belly, tingling down her legs. Conall wrapped his hands around her wrists, his expression taut with desire as he rocked against her in slow, deep glides that pushed her toward climax.

“Heaven,” he grunted against her lips, “fucking heaven, Thea. That’s all I ever feel when I’m inside you.”

“My love for you is infinite, Thea Quinn.”

Thea gasped, remembering. He’d whispered that in her ear when she was dying.

She pushed against his hold on one of her wrists and he immediately released her, sliding a hand down her chest to caress her breast. Thea reached up to cup his face, smoothing her thumb over the scar on his cheek. “Your love for me is infinite.”

His eyes flashed. “You remember?”

Thea nodded. “I remember. I remember your voice in the dark.”