Leo curses under his breath as I work his length. After a few more minutes, he pulls back gently and lifts me to my feet.
He kisses my neck and my chest while he walks me back towards the bed. Just as I reach the edge of the mattress, he spins me around and grips my hips.
I arch my back, giving him an invitation. He wastes no time accepting.
Leo slides into me, moving deeper inch by inch, so slowly I feel like it will never end. My body stretches around him, and I moan into the mattress.
He fucks me with slow thrusts that make me squirm, aching for me even as I feel like I can’t take another second of this beautiful torture. His fingers dig into my skin, pulling me against him to match his movements.
The build-up inside of me is steady, its heat doubling and coiling in on itself until I’m trembling with the need to unleash it. When I finally give in, I grab fistfuls of the blankets, trying to anchor myself to the earth, to this moment, to remember how it felt for everything to seem like it might be okay.
I cry out, and Leo runs a hand down my spine, soothing me as I lose control.
It rips through me like a wave of electricity. I can’t feel my fingers or toes. Rainbows dance past my closed eyelids.
I don’t know how long I lie there afterwards, limp and sated, until Leo rolls me over. I didn’t even realize he hasn’t come yet until he twists me around to face him. He climbs my body and positions himself right over my face.
Then he presses his cock between my lips until I open for him. I swallow him just as he shoots off inside my mouth and I feel him slide down my throat.
When we both have nothing left to give, he collapses onto the bed next to me and throws an arm over my torso.
“That… that was…”
“Just what we needed?” he suggests.
I smile. “Yes.”
He nods and sits back up.
“Where are you going?” I ask.
“I have work to do before we leave,” he says vaguely. “Why don’t you get some rest? After that, you’ll need it.”
I frown. “Is that what this was? You trying to exhaust me before the meeting?”
“I didn’t say that.”
“You didn’t have to.”
“Are we fighting again?” he teases mildly. “Because I can always pin you to another wall.”
“Just get out,” I snap, half serious and half joking.
“Are you still planning on going down to train?” he asks.
I roll my eyes. “No, you won. As per usual. My legs are so shaky I can barely walk.”
He gives me a triumphant smile and gets to his feet. I watch him dress, marveling at how easy this feels. How intimate things have become between us. How willingly I give myself up to him, time and time again.
Then he’s gone, with nothing more than a glance on his way out, although even that tiny little gesture sears my skin like he’s branded me.
I lie naked on the bed for a few minutes longer, waiting for my legs to turn solid again. Once I feel up to walking, I slide off the bed and stagger over to the window.
I watch as the men prepare outside in the snow. Weapons are passed from hand to hand and stored in trunks. Gaiman is at the forefront, issuing orders and directing traffic. Jax is less integral in the management of things. He sits opposite the cabin, leaning against a tree and smoking a cigar.
I watch until I see Leo appear. All the men turn towards him automatically. He says a few words and everyone disperses.
I check the time. They’re not set to leave for another forty minutes. Which means they won’t start loading into the jeeps for another half an hour at least.
It’s early, but now’s my only chance to make this happen.
I pull on a pair of black jeans and a black thermal shirt. A jacket or coat would be too bulky, so I don’t bother, even though I’ll be cold. The only other thing I need is my boots.
Once I’m dressed, I arrange my hair into a tight knot at the back of my head. Then I check the windows once more.
Gaiman has disappeared down the path that leads to the smaller cabins scattered down below. Some of the men have gone with him, which leaves only a handful of Solovev soldiers crowded around Jax. Their body language is relaxed, which means they’re probably just shooting the breeze before they need to leave.
Ancient pines are clustered along the left side of the road. Thick and tight enough to hide anything from view.
Including me.
I can pick my way between the trees and slip inside one of the jeeps while they’re being queued up for departure.
I have no idea if this will work, but I’m not willing to just lie down and be the obedient wife.