Jaxon’s grip on her neck kept her from pulling back from the kiss. Not that she wanted to. His firm lips against hers’ sent a shockwave of pleasure through her body. Her fingers dug into his chest, finding purchase as she kissed him back hungrily. They sipped at each other’s mouths like it was their last drop of water in the middle of the desert.

Alana ripped her mouth from his, panting hard. “We shouldn’t do this.” We really shouldn’t. But she really didn’t care. Honestly, fuck the rule book. In fact, throw that bastard out the window. Jaxon Stol was a man she wanted to climb on top of and ride until her legs shook uncontrollably.

Jaxon dragged his open mouth down her throat leaving a trail of heat in his wake. “Do you really want me to stop?” His tongue swirled against the base of her neck and his gaze met Alana’s as he waited for her response.

She shook her head, pulling at his shirt, her hands clumsy in their haste to feel his skin against hers.

“Say it, Alana. I want to hear it.”

She paused for a second, trying to form a coherent sentence. “No. Don’t stop.” She pulled his shirt over his head and dragged her nails down his chest leaving angry red marks over his muscles. You could do laundry on his abs he was so ripped. He hissed in desire, nipping at her collarbone in retribution.

“I didn’t think so.” His tone was both smug and relieved at the same time and when his fingers dug into the flesh of her ass, lifting her against him, she couldn’t find it in her to care about his surety that she’d want to fuck him.

He walked a few paces forward, stopping at the table in the middle of the study and lowered her onto the cool wooden surface. Before he could step back, she wrapped her leg around his hip, his hard length pressing against her center. She wriggled her hips against his, the pressure of his center to hers’ a sensation she wasn’t ready to lose.

“You’re playing with fire, Alana.”

She moaned, gripping his back with one hand, the other cupping the bulge in his pants and squeezing slightly. His pelvis presses forward, almost as though it was involuntary, and he caught her mouth with his, his lips punishing this time.

Jaxon palmed her cheek in his large hand, his grip possessive, his touch demanding. He bit at her lip, each tiny sting sending a line of pleasure straight to her throbbing clit.

She grabbed his hand, pushing it towards her pussy. “Here. I want you here.”

He chuckled. The sound vibrating against her body. “Demanding little thing, aren’t you?”

“Just shut up and give me what I want, Jax.” She popped the button on his jeans, flattening her palm against his muscled abdomen and sliding downwards under his briefs. His cock was warm and heavy in her hand.

“Holy fuck. You’re bigger than I thought.”

“Scared?” He pressed his palm between her breasts, lying Alana back on the table making her lose her grip.

“No. Excited.” She wiggled her brows.

“Good. I don’t think I’m going to be able to be gentle with you.”

“I don’t want you gentle.” She retorted. She didn’t think she could stand it if he took his time with her. She wanted him hard, fast, and furious. All at once.

He hummed, not responding as he lifted her shirt, shifting her bra out of his way until her breasts were freed. “Perfect. I knew they’d be perfect.”

He leaned down, sucking one nipple into his mouth, his tongue circling the hard nub. He thrust his other hand down her pants, his fingers sliding through her soaked folds until his fingers slipped inside.

Her hips arched, begging for more of his touch. “Mmm, right there.”

“Wet and ready for me, already.” His words growled out against her breast sending goosebumps across Alana’s skin. He pumped his finger in and out of her, adding a second, and then a third until she was undulating against his palm, riding his hand.

“Jaxson.” She sighed his name.

She wasn’t sure that she should be feeling so much passion for a warlock, but who the fuck cared. His fingers were hitting all the right places, driving her insane with desire, and it wasn’t like he was the one trying to killer her anyway.

“Such a pretty sight, you under me, moaning my name.” He pressed his fingers up higher into her and she cried out. “Keep biting your lip and I’m going to give you something else to do with that mouth.”

“Promises, promises.” She tsk’d, maneuvering her hips against his hand as he picked up his pace. “Don’t you dare stop what you’re doing.” Her legs were tensed around him,

Boom.

The table shook underneath them and they both froze.

“What was that?” She asked.

Jaxon pulled back, his fingers slipping from her depths, pulling another moan out of her.

“I’m not sure. But it doesn’t sound good.”

Screams and shots echoed outside the closed door to the study and another blast sounded, causing a vase to fall off a side table with a crash.

“I think you should put your shirt back on.” Alana pushed him back, pulling her bra back into place and sitting up.

Jaxon dipped down, snatching his shirt off the floor and covering up his drool worthy chest. She licked my lips, frustrated that something was getting in the way of their play. Her head was too heady with desire to give a damn about right or wrong right now. Whatever it was, it had better be fucking good or she was going to take out some pent-up energy on whoever was being a dickhead.

The rhythmic tap tap tap of shots firing out of an automatic weapon reached their ears and they locked gazes.

“I know that sound. It’s the mages.” Alana hop off the table and look around the room. Nothing but stacks of books and old looking knickknacks. “Shit. We’re not even supposed to be here.” If they find her there, she was so fucked.

Think, Alana. She ran through the escape routes in her head, all of them involving having to sneak past the mages undetected. Which was highly unlikely. “If they find me here, there will be hell to pay. Let alone finding me here with you.” She ran her hands through her hair, getting caught in a tangle and cursing.

“What’s so bad about being seen with me here?”

“Oh, let me think. We’re at an illegal magic party full of humans who are aware of our magic, using it for recreational purposes, and you’re the brother of the warlock we’re trying to catch.”

“Solid point.” He nodded. “You got a plan?” Jaxon grabbed his holster off the floor, securing it back to his belt. When had she even removed his belt? Or his holster?

Alana shook her head. Not the time. Focus. “Yeah, I’ve got a plan. You’re not going to like it though.”

“Why’s that?”

“Because we’re not going to make a run for it. We’re going to hide.”