Indecision warred on her face as she stared at his cock.

He hoped she hadn’t changed her mind, because if she had, he was still going to take her. Lyka was his. It was time she understood exactly what that meant.

Chapter 25

Ronan skidded to a stop outside of an airport.

She was in there. Somewhere.

He parked his van and rushed inside, following the call of her blood in his veins. He’d made it almost all the way across the parking lot when he felt her move again, only this time the sensation was bizarre. He’d never felt anything like it before.

She was moving toward him, but she was also . . . above him.

Ronan’s woman had boarded a plane and was flying away from him.

A large jet buzzed by overhead, and he knew that she was on it, completely out of reach.

A sense of failure and loss swept through him, but he reined it in enough to plan his next move. Just because she was flying away didn’t mean he couldn’t still find her.

He hurried inside and checked the terminals for recent takeoffs. He made note of the destinations of those flights and went to the ticket counter.

Ronan wasted no time trying to convince the young woman across the counter to help him. He simply exerted his will over her, took control of her mind and compelled her to print him a copy of the manifest of every flight that had left in the past ten minutes.

Something she did must have triggered an alarm, because there were several uniformed men converging on his location.

Rather than spend precious energy trying to stop them from coming after him, he simply ducked behind a thick column that held up the vast ceiling and shielded himself from human sight. By the time he was on the other side of the column, he was completely invisible to every person around.

Hiding himself like this was burning power fast, so he broke into a run and headed for his van. It wasn’t until he was miles away from the airport that he allowed himself to stop at a local mall and read over the papers he’d collected.

Two of the three manifests were for small planes. The last was the only one with enough passengers to fill an aircraft the size of the one he’d seen pass overhead. He crossed out all the male names, which left just a little less than half of the passengers. Too many.

There was one man he knew who had a knack with computers. If anyone could find pictures of the women remaining on this list, it was Nicholas. But if Ronan called him, he was going to catch hell for all the missed messages the irate Theronai had left on his phone.

Still, what other choice did he have? He needed to know where she was going before she got so far away he could no longer feel her. If she ended up in Europe, he was going to have to make careful plans to follow her. He absolutely could not be caught on board an airplane when the sun was up. Even if a single Warden was summoned, it would mean the death of every living soul on that plane. He couldn’t risk that many lives—not even for her.

Ronan picked up his phone and dialed Nicholas, bracing himself for the penance he was going to have to pay for being AWOL. Whatever he had to do, he’d do, as long as it got him one step closer to his mystery woman.

Chapter 26

Lyka wasn’t sure if she wanted to suck Joseph’s cock or ride him first. Both were such tantalizing options.

She’d felt sexual need before, but never the way she did now. It was a living, breathing thing that crawled through her body and demanded action. She was just glad that he was already hard and ready for her, because if he hadn’t been, she wasn’t sure she would have survived making him that way without combusting.

She could still taste his kiss on her lips, all hot and sweet. The man knew what he was doing with his tongue, and as soon as she could stand being in her own skin again, she was going to convince him to use that tongue between her thighs.

Just the thought had the slick heat of arousal spilling from her core.

She was so empty there, so hot. She needed him to put out the fire and give her relief.

Pulling his power inside her had been far more erotic than she could have imagined. One moment she’d been hovering on the verge of death. The next, she was consumed with a potent rush of possessive need. She knew it wasn’t hers, but it hardly mattered. The fire his power had lit in her was blazing out of control and had to be extinguished.

Only he could give her relief.

Lyka had no idea how she’d gotten naked, but she was glad for the convenience now. With one graceful shift of her body, she lowered herself onto the tip his erection.

Wetness bathed him as she moved her hips, working to adjust to the thickness of his cock. His big hands grabbed her hips and held on tight. With slow, steady pressure, he forced her down until she was full.

Wicked, delightful sensations winged through her limbs, stealing her breath. The sweet stretch and pressure inside her was almost enough to set her off. All she needed was a few strokes, and she knew she’d come screaming his name.

“I need you to take all of me, kitten.”

She didn’t understand what he meant until she reached between their bodies and felt just how much more he had to give her.

The idea made her whimper, but even she couldn’t tell if the sound was due more to apprehension or excitement.

“I’m full,” she told him.

“Not yet, you’re not. But you will be.”

His powerful body moved, taking her with him. She found herself flat on her back, her body pinned by his hips and arms.

There was nowhere for her to go to escape his massive presence, nowhere for her to hide from his hot hazel gaze.

He eased forward, stretching her until stars danced in her vision and her whole world shrank down to the flesh connecting them.

It was too much and yet still not enough. She grabbed his shoulders, unsure if she wanted to pull him closer or push him away. In the end, it didn’t matter what she wanted, because he gathered her hands and pinned them over her head.

Her first instinct was to fight the restraint, but after a second, she realized that it arched her back in such a way that his cock stroked a whole new and delightful set of nerve endings inside her.

Hot, strong fingers cupped her breast, catching the sensitive peak between them. He pinched and rolled her nipple with the skill of a master safecracker, unlocking every bit of resistance left in her.

Her body went limp beneath his, accepting his weight, his heat, his hold on her wrists, the intrusion of his erection pressed deep inside her core.

“That’s right,” he crooned. “Just let go. I have you.”