Chapter Twelve

The flight to Austria had been long and bumpy, but Ky kept comments about his flight experience to himself. If he questioned Roman about the rough ride, Roman the pilot would snap at him. As Roman had pointed out in the past, there was no way the wing would break off or the plane would crash just because of a little turbulence. Now those updrafts? They’d sent the small plane lurching upward like it had hit a speed bump midair. Those could do damage, but if the plane went down, they’d live. Happened before. Lycans were harder to kill than the average human. Telling Vivi they’d survived a crash before didn’t reassure her.

Once they landed, Roman and Flynn went to find a car to take them to the mage, leaving Ky and Vivi on the plane. Alone.

“You okay?” she asked, moving to sit next to him.

The migraine medication had kicked in, but unlike in the past, it made him more fatigued than ever before, probably from the weight loss and malnutrition.

“Medication for my head made me tired.”

“Want me to help?” Her hands were on his head before he could stop her.

Ky’s upper lip started to sweat while her fingers skimmed over his scalp, humming while she did so. Moments later, she lifted away from him with a small smile. “Better?”

Yes.

It was the truth. He felt better than after any pill or other strategy he’d ever tried. He’d pierced every acupuncture point that helped with head pain, even tried chiropractic and massage. None of it worked for long. But whatever she’d just done was incredible.

“Not better?” Her smile dropped.

“It’s better,” he rushed to say. “Thanks.”

She moistened her lips as she stood, eyelids at half-mast.

“We shouldn’t go there.” He was suffocated by her proximity, by the feel of her hand on him, even though it was only resting on his thigh. Tingles spread from that point of contact. The room closed in, and nothing else existed. His chest rose and fell with each deep inhale and exhale.

“Kiss me, Ky. Because if you don’t, I’m going to kiss you.”

He couldn’t look away from her lips. This was a line he wasn’t sure he should cross. He could do it. But should he? This woman had more power over him with one touch than he expected.

Her hand slid farther into his hair and gripped as if to hold him in place.

She pulled his head toward her. She met him more than halfway. At first touch, her lips were soft. Her tongue tickled the seam of his lips, teasing and asking. She tilted his head. His lips parted, and she went in deep. He floated, falling, and if he hadn’t been seated, he’d have fallen into the abyss.

Her opposite hand fell to his hips and slipped beneath his shirt. The warmth of her skin gliding over him elicited a groan. He lifted her onto his lap to have better access.

Without an ounce of self-consciousness, she rubbed against him. “Touch me, Ky.”

He started a slow rhythm between her thighs, rubbing his thick erection across her most sensitive region.

Dips and rolls.

Pressure began to build as her hand wandered across what naked skin it could find of his stomach and ribs. Her opposite hand kept a hold on the back of his head, angling his mouth on hers. The intensity of her grip and the deepness of her kiss drove through his veins.

Fuck, he was going to come before her. Not happening. Had to hold on.

“Ky,” she moaned as his lips kissed along her chin and the rhythm increased between her thighs. “I’ve never… I’m throbbing all the way to my toes. I want it all.”

He wanted to touch her breasts so much his hands shook. “Can I?” he asked as his hand moved to her ribcage near the perfect globe, but not touching it.

She nodded.

He cupped her breast, still clad in the sports bra, and dusted kisses along her collarbone. She pressed herself against his hand. All the while, he didn’t lose his rhythm.

“Come for me, beautiful.” He took her mouth again and caressed her breast, finding the pointed bud to tease and pinch at the same moment he rolled into her.

“Jesus,” she gasped. “I’m going to… Oh God.”

“Let me hear it, then.”

She moaned in response, the sexiest sound he’d ever heard. He moved faster, feeling the tension coil inside her. Her spine straightened.

She buried her head in his shoulder. Rolling her head back and forth, she fought it as he let the pressure building inside her take over. His hips continued to fly against her. A guttural sound emerged from her as she threw her head back and ground herself against him.

As the need in her died down to a few tiny whimpers, she smoothed his hair with a hand. She glanced down the length of their bodies to the erection tenting his pants.

“May I?” she asked as if she had to ask permission.

Footsteps at the bottom of the hatch’s stairway. Not loud, but coming their way.

They froze.

Vivi removed her hands from his waistband. The entire lower half of his body objected.

He recognized the movements. “It’s Flynn.”

“Of course it is.” Disappointment laced her tone. She leaned forward to rest her face on his chest. “I don’t want this to be over yet. I want you so much.”

“Same.”

He wanted to weep when she hopped off him. But this was good, right? Flynn saved him from this flying any further out of control when there was so much neither of them knew about what happened while they’d been drugged.

He stood and grabbed her hand to stop her from moving away. He wrapped her with his arm, more out of compulsion to touch her than necessity. She was so much shorter than him, even though her personality made her seem so much taller.

“You were perfect,” he whispered.

“I was, wasn’t I?” she laughed, low and throaty. “But we should be careful. I’m not embarrassed by your brothers’ presence, but they don’t trust me. I’m not sure yet if you should trust me.”