Day cried out, and those inner muscles fluttered and clenched around his cock, milking him—
Release barreled through him, and Ruhn didn’t hold back as he pounded into her, wringing the pleasure from both of them. They kept moving, one orgasm rolling into the next, and he had no fucking idea how it was even possible, but he was still hard, still going, and he needed more and more and more of her—
He erupted again, hauling her with him.
Their breaths echoed against each other like crashing waves, and she was shaking as she held him. He lowered himself so his head rested upon her chest. Her heartbeat thundered into his ear, and even the melody of that was beautiful.
Her fingers tangled in his hair. “I …”
“I know,” Ruhn said. It had never been like that with anyone. Sex had been good, yeah, but this … He was fairly certain his soul lay in splinters around them. He kissed the skin above her breast. “I should have asked you if you had anything to report first.”
“Why?”
“Because my mind’s too fried to remember anything after this point.”
Another one of those soft laughs. “All is quiet. No word on Pippa Spetsos after she eluded capture at Urd’s Temple.”
“Good. Though I guess we could use a distraction to keep attention elsewhere.”
“From what?”
Ruhn toyed with the strands of her long hair, trying to make out the texture, the color. All was pure flame. “I’m coming your way.”
She stilled. “What do you mean?”
“We need to get into the Asteri Archives.”
“Why?”
“The vital intel Sofie Renast possessed is likely in one of the rooms there.”
She pushed up onto her elbows. “What?”
He pulled out of her and said, “Any intel on the layout of the crystal palace or the archives, since you’re so familiar with them … we’d appreciate it.”
“You’re going to break into the crystal palace. Into the archives.”
“Yes.”
“Ruhn.” She grabbed his face in her hands. “Ruhn, do not go there. They will kill you. All of you.”
“Hence the need for attention to be elsewhere while we break in.”
Her fingers dug into his cheeks, and her heart pounded so wildly he could hear it. “It’s got to be a trap.”
“No one knows except people I trust. And now you.”
She shot to her feet, again wholly veiled in flame. “If you’re caught, I cannot help you. I won’t be able to risk saving you. Or your sister. You’re on your own.”
His temper began simmering. “So you won’t tell me anything useful about the layout.”
“Ruhn, I—”
Again, that awful hiss of surprise and pain. That glance behind her.
To him. The male.
Ruhn grabbed her hand, like she could stay with him. But she began panting, wild and frantic. Terrified. “Ruhn, they know. I—” Her voice cut out for a moment. “The dungeons—”
She vanished.
Like she’d been snatched away.
68
“We leave for the crystal palace tomorrow,” Ruhn snarled at Hunt in the great room of Bryce’s apartment. “At dawn.”
“Let me get this straight,” the angel said with maddening calm. “You’ve been meeting mind-to-mind with Agent Daybright—and dating her?”
Bryce sat at the dining table as she nursed a cup of coffee—which she needed desperately, since Ruhn had burst in at four in the morning. “Banging her, apparently.”
Ruhn growled at his sister. “Does it matter?”
“It does,” Hunt said, “because you’re suggesting that we break into the crystal palace not only to get into the archives, but to save your lady love. That adds a shit-ton of risk.”
“I’ll get her myself,” Ruhn shot back. “I just need to get in with you two first.”
“Absolutely not,” Bryce countered. “I get that you want to play rescuing hero, but what you’re talking about is suicide.”
“Would you hesitate to go in after Athalar?” He pointed to the angel. “Or you to go after Bryce?”
“You’ve known her for a month,” Bryce protested.
“You knew Athalar for barely more than that before you offered to sell yourself into slavery for him.” Ruhn snapped before they could speak, “I don’t need to justify my feelings or my plans to you. I came here to tell you that I’m going with you. Once we’re inside the palace, we’ll go our separate ways.”