Kiss of Midnight_ A Midnight Breed Novel - Lara Adrian [897]
She didn’t realize she’d been holding her breath until it whooshed out of her on a sigh. “Oh, Kade.”
He blew out a dry curse as he caressed her. “I don’t know how I let this happen. I sure as hell never expected to find what I have with you. Not now, when everything else around me couldn’t be more messed up.”
“Then we’ll sort it out,” she said, wrapping her arms around his neck. “We can sort everything out, together. Because I’ve fallen in love with you, too.”
He cursed again, but this time it was with reverence, a whispered oath as he gathered her close and pulled her into a deliriously passionate kiss. Alex felt his muscles flex and twitch under her fingertips. She felt the tremor of need that racked him as he eased her onto her back and he crawled over her. The pink towel fell away and Alex drank in the magnificent sight of his body, the thick jut of his arousal, all of that power poised to enter her.
His gaze was fierce, pale silver flashing with amber fire. “Ah, God … Alexandra. I need to hear it now. Tell me you are mine.”
“Yes,” she said, then cried the word again as he thrust deep and ushered her toward the crest of a swift, hot wave of release.
He had stayed in bed with Alex for nearly another hour, much longer than he had intended, but even at that, it had been damn near impossible to find the ambition to leave. Which meant he’d had to haul some serious ass in order to reach the rendezvous point in time to meet the arriving warriors. He’d made it—barely—and had just gotten off his snowmachine to wait for them when the roar of their engines came ripping out of the darkness.
The four vampires were outfitted like him in black winter gear and visored black helmets. As Breed, none of them needed the aid of their sled’s headlight to guide them. Their huge forms, each of them bristling with weapons, spilled from the shadows of the night as they flew into the vacant, run-down truck stop. The whine of their snowmachines filled the air, heavy tractor chains throwing off’ plumes of gray exhaust and chewed-up snow behind them.
The Order’s answer to the Horsemen of the Apocalypse, Kade thought with a wry grin as he watched the group of warriors skid to a halt in front of him.
Brock was the first off his sled. He cut the power and swung his leg over the seat, sweeping up his helmet’s visor as he strode over and greeted Kade with a broad smile and a hard right cuff to the shoulder. “You just wouldn’t be happy until I had to drag my ass up here to this godforsaken icebox, that it? Gotta tell you, I’m feelin’ some hate here, my man. Or I would be, if I could actually feel anything other than Arctic cold gnawing at my vitals.”
Kade grinned at the warrior who had become his closest friend. “Good to see you, too.”
Directly behind Brock was another of the Order’s newer recruits, the ex–Enforcement Agent Sterling Chase—or Harvard, as he was also known, on account of his highbrow civilian education and the stuffy demeanor he’d sported in the beginning of his involvement with the warriors. That cool air of superiority was still there, but sharpened to an icy edge in the year since he’d joined the Order.
Chase was deadly, and took something of an unhealthy satisfaction in his work. In fact, Kade was shocked as hell to see the male, considering it had only been a couple of weeks since a street battle in Boston had left him grounded with a nasty gunshot wound to the chest. Looking at him now, Kade couldn’t help seeing a bit of Seth’s unapologetic arrogance in the male’s chilling blue eyes as he pulled off his helmet and bared his brush-cut blond head to the elements. His lean face was almost gaunt and there was a glint of emptiness in the warrior’s eyes. An apathy that Kade felt as though he were only truly noticing for the first time.
“Got satellite imagery of the mining company location,” Chase said without greeting, pulling a small laptop out of his gear and firing it up as the others gathered