“You know this, Finley. You saw it firsthand the other night.”

My face heats at the memory. I’d never had that much sex, and Carrick was indeed insatiable. A deep sorrow wells within me as I look him directly in the eyes. “I’m a mortal. I could never keep up with your needs.”

Carrick’s expression softens. His hand goes to the back of my head, and he pulls me in so he can brush his lips against mine. When his eyes meet mine again, he says, “You are more than enough for me in all ways, Miss Porter.”

“Miss Porter?” I ask, my lips quirking upward.

“I knew that would get a smile out of you,” he replies with a grin.

But mine doesn’t hold. “Things are getting serious, all the way around. Dangerous. The prophecy is going to start moving fast, Carrick. Can you feel it the way I do? Our borrowed time is ticking faster.”

Carrick’s hands go to my hips, and he deftly moves my body as if I weighed no more than a feather until I’m straddling his lap. His longs legs are still spread out, and he just holds me there lightly by the hips, so we are more face to face. “Things are getting serious, and I hope you know, after what you saw tonight, that there’s going to be more of that. I need you to be safe, Finely. So, I’m inclined to keep you by my side at all times.”

While that thought sounds lovely, because Carrick is the one I want to be around at all times, I don’t want him to feel beholden. “I’m totally safe with Maddox.”

“Yeah, well… I’m considering killing Maddox after he went along with this foolish idea.”

“He’s a demi-god. He can’t be killed.”

Carrick shrugs. “Maybe not. But that doesn’t mean I won’t take great joy in trying.”

Laughing, I decide to let all the nastiness go for the night. Carrick knows what I did, yet he still wants me on his lap. I lean forward, looping my arms around his neck, and, for the first time tonight, I take the initiative to kiss him first.

He groans when my tongue slides in his mouth, hands tightening on my hips. I might not have the immortal stamina to have sex for weeks with him, but I sure as hell can hang for a good long while.

I expect we’re not going to be getting much sleep before we leave for Berlin, but, at this point, sleep is completely overrated when I have this man—no, this demi-god—beneath me.

Lifting my mouth from his, I look down. “I’m sorry if I worried you tonight.”

“You pissed me off,” he clarifies dryly.

My look of shame is totally fake. “Sorry for that too.”

Carrick squeezes my hips. “I have a feeling you’re going to piss me off continuously, Finley, but I’ll learn to live with it.”

Leaning forward, I touch my forehead to his. “If you’ll let me, I’ll try to make it up to you.”

“Oh yeah?” he asks, hand going to cup my chin and push me back enough so he can look me in the eye. “Just how are you going to do that?”

“Well,” I drawl, tipping my head and giving him a coy look. I scoot backward just a little on his lap, which causes his hands to fall from my hips. Carrick’s abs contract as my fingers go to the button on his jeans, and I unsnap it. “There are parts of you that I’d very much like to explore, and I have a very good suspicion that within those explorations, you might find forgiveness for me.”

God, I love it when I do something that makes those beautiful eyes lighten and shine. His lips quirk in amusement. “I do think I have forgiveness within me—if you want to work for it.”

Grinning, I draw the zipper down. “Oh, I do. I really do.”

“Then by all means,” he murmurs, his gaze going down as I work to pull his jeans and boxer briefs past his hips.

Carrick lifts slightly to make my job easier, and then he’s in my hand. So extremely hard and incredibly beautiful.

I glance up at Carrick to find him watching me with such intensity that I have a moment of doubt I might disappoint him.

But no… the connection we have is something that extends beyond the bounds of this world. While I don’t understand it or why it is so, I trust it.

I trust that every bit of this demi-god is somehow mine.

Adjusting my body, I’m able to bend over his hard shaft to run my tongue up the length of it.

A growl rumbles forth from Carrick that is so animalistic that it seems to make the walls shake. It emboldens me, and I take him deep into my mouth. His taste is addictive, and my mouth waters for more of him.

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