His free hand, he stroked down to press against her abdomen.
As she went to reach for his erection, he angled that hand down, spearing his fingers through her curls to—
She screamed into his mouth as he thrust two fingers inside her. “Damn it, Drew,” she gasped, “that is not foreplay.”
He bit at her neck, smoothing his other hand down her ribs, then back up to squeeze and caress her br**sts, rubbing his thumb over one tightly furled nipple. “Yes, it is.” Another kiss, another tangling of lips and teeth and tongue. “I can feel you all silky and luscious”—two fast thrusts that threw her shockingly close to orgasm—“and ready, so hot and ready.”
Groaning, she reached down to struggle with his soaked jeans. The stupid button refused to come undone—and he refused to help, intent on driving her to madness—so she flicked out her claws and shredded the denim. Her hand met more sodden fabric, hiding the hot, throbbing ridge of his impressive arousal. “You decide to wear underwear today of all days,” she muttered when he gave her a second to breathe.
Drew, she’d learned, liked to kiss. And she was becoming addicted to his brand of it.
“Touch me, Indy.” A husky request against her mouth.
Oh, God, that voice.
She shivered in pure sensory pleasure. “I’m trying.”
Squeezing and petting him through the fabric, she was gratified to feel his fingers lose their rhythm inside her body.
But he recovered fast, sliding his free hand up to clench in her hair so he could tug back her head and devour her mouth while his fingers began pumping harder, faster. Stars flickered at the corners of Indigo’s vision, but she gritted her teeth and held on—she wanted the damn wolf inside her. Shredding the underwear—with considerable care, because she so did not want to damage him—she shoved at his chest with all her strength.
He broke the kiss, removing his fingers from her with a lingering stroke, and let her push him back until she could straddle him. That was all the control he gave her. An instant later, his hands were on her h*ps and his erection was nudging at her, and he was thrusting into her with blunt promise.
Crying out, Indigo gripped the edges of the bath, her br**sts damp and gleaming above him as their bodies danced slick and hot beneath the water. The joining was a little rough, all raw. And then he closed his teeth over the delicate flesh of her breast and her body went taut in an explosion of pleasure, her muscles squeezing him tight as he crushed her to him and came with a hard, explosive grunt.
Having received a call from Drew after he spoke to Max, Judd made a call of his own. “The Council split,” he said, “how bad is it?”
“Bad. The Scotts are determined to get rid of Nikita for one. She’s made some provocative statements against Silence—and acted on them.”
Judd considered what he knew of Councilor Nikita Duncan, wondered what was in this for her. “You can’t kill them all,” he said, remembering the Ghost’s statement the last time they’d spoken.
“They are a disease, a virus that feeds upon our people.”
“Have you considered how close you are to the Net?” Dark patches, dead patches, that was the information he had about the sprawling psychic network that fed the minds of millions of Psy on the planet—as if part of its psychic fabric was rotting away. “The degeneration could be affecting you.”
“No,” the Ghost said. “I am quite sane.”
Judd wasn’t certain the Ghost had ever been truly sane—no one with that much power could be. But he’d always been logical. “The Council’s collapse, with no new system in place, will destabilize the Net, kill hundreds of thousands of innocents.”
“Do you think I have a heart?” the Ghost asked curiously. “To be affected by such a fact?”
Judd knew the Ghost was getting closer and closer to slipping over the edge—and he knew he couldn’t let him. Not simply because of the rebel’s lethal power, but because Judd considered him a friend. “One person,” Judd said. “There must be one person who you do not want to die.”
A long, long pause. “If there is?”
Judd’s relief was crushing. “Consider that person each time you make a decision.”
This time, the pause was longer, thicker, darker. “I will consider. For now.”
Indigo wasn’t entirely sure how they made it from the bath to the bed, but she surfaced to find herself warm, dry, and sprawled on her front on the bed, with an equally relaxed Andrew on his back beside her. Of course, one of his hands was on her butt, stroking in a way that said “mine” more strongly than words ever could.
Finding strength from somewhere, she poked him in the arm. “What was that?”
He squeezed the globe he was caressing. “Really excellent sex.”
Her wolf growled, but it was all pretend. Drew had wrung the mean out of both of them. “You were trying to sex me into submission.”
“Did it work?” A lazy grin as he turned to look at her. “I was just being me.”
It was very close to what he’d said at the start. “I’m not going to suddenly accept all the dominance bullshit.”
“Did I ask you to?” Blue eyes narrowing. “But if I’m learning how to deal with a lieutenant with a milewide streak of stubborn and a tendency to put up walls of ice, you better f**king learn to deal with a tracker who isn’t about to let you walk all over him.”
That made her roll her eyes. “The only steamroller I see around here is about six feet two and two-hundred-plus pounds of muscle.”