Elemental Assassin 04 - Tangled Threads

almost painful.
    I threw back my head and clenched myself around his fingers, tighter and tighter, trying to find my release. But Owen was just as good at this game as I was, and hewouldn’t let me slip off the edge any more than I had let him before. After several sweet minutes of torture, he pulled me away from the wall and lowered me to the bed.
    “You stay right there,” he murmured.
    Like I had any intention of going anywhere right now.
    I took my little white pills, but Owen grabbed a condom out of the nightstand and covered himself with it for extra protection. He reached for me again, but I grabbed his shoulders and made him sit up on the bed. I did my slow grind again, moving up and down on his lap. He wasn’t satisfied to just watch this time. His hands were everywhere on my body, even as his head dipped lower and his mouth latched onto one of my nipples, scraping the taut bud with his teeth until I groaned with pleasure.
    Back and forth we moved on the bed, first with me on top, then Owen, ours hands and mouths all over each other, taking every single ounce of pleasure the other had to give—and then some.
    Finally, we came together, Owen sliding inside me, my hands on his back, urging him to go deeper, harder.
    “Yes,” I breathed against his neck. “Yes.”
    Then we both went over the edge—together.
    Afterward we lay there in bed, a loose tangle of arms and legs. I felt more sated and loved—physically and otherwise—than I had in a long time. For once, all the soft things that I was feeling, all the tender emotions in my heart, didn’t scare me. Not now. Not with Owen. And I had a feeling they never would again.
    And most importantly, I could tell he felt the same. It was in the way he kissed me, the way he looked at me,the way he held me, even now, his fingers sliding through my hair, my head on his chest, both of us curled together, each one enjoying the other’s warmth and the simple, quiet pleasure of just lying here.
    “So I’ve been thinking about your idea for Christmas,” I murmured, lightly running my nails across his broad, muscled chest. “About having a holiday party here.”
    Owen raised an eyebrow. “And?”
    I drew in a breath. “And I think it’s a good one. I’ve already asked Bria to come.”
    Owen didn’t say anything for a moment. “Are you going to tell her then? That you’re really her sister?”
    I nodded. “I think so. Things are getting too complicated with LaFleur and Mab. I can protect Bria better if she knows the truth. I just hope she can accept who and what I am—and what I plan on doing to Mab.”
    Owen’s arms tightened around me, and he gathered me close once more. “If Bria Coolidge is half the woman you are, then I think she’ll understand everything you’ve been through. You said yourself that she came back to Ashland to find you, to investigate the murder of your mother and older sister.”
    That was the conclusion I’d drawn the night I’d broken into Bria’s house to keep Elliot Slater and his giants from killing her. Finn had snooped around after the fact and had found something interesting in Bria’s office—a dry-erase board that contained every known detail about the murder of our mother, Eira, and older sister, Annabella. It looked as if Bria had come back to Ashland for the sole purpose of trying to bring Mab to justice for what the Fire elemental had done to our family.
    But that hadn’t been the only thing on the murder board. Bria had also had a picture of one of the spider rune scars on my palms taped up there, courtesy of Fletcher. After he’d died, from beyond the grave, the old man had arranged to have a photo of Bria delivered to me so I would realize she was still alive—and he’d sent her one of the scar on my palm in return so she would know the same. I supposed Fletcher had wanted us to find each other—one way or another.
    I hoped that Owen was right about Bria accepting me and my dark, murky past, but I couldn’t get rid of the tight ball of unease that twisted my stomach. Finding out that your long-lost sister was also a notorious assassin who was going around town killing bad guys wasn’t exactly the stuff dreams were made of. So I decided to focus on other matters, starting with the man beside me.
    I trailed my hand down Owen’s chest, drawing a series of loose circles, before going lower and taking him in my hand.
    “Round two?” I suggested, sliding my nails up and down his thick length.
    Owen