Quinn helped Wyck off the hospital bed in the small exam room at the lab. He rested his butt on the bed and she held his arm, afraid it was too soon and he’d hurt himself. She’d never imagined the effects her serum might have on an immortal. It hadn’t killed Wyck, but it hand’t done him any favors either—ripping through his tissues and tearing his cells apart. She owed Victor a huge debt for acting quickly and filtering Wyck’s blood to remove the serum. If he’d not been there…

She shuddered, shoving those awful thoughts away. He had been there, though, thanks to Sam. In the end, it had been Victor’s expertise in hematology that had saved her Wyck.

He’d mentioned hearing her while he’d been unconscious, but it had to have been a hallucination. She hadn’t said a word to him the whole time Victor had worked She’d been too frightened.

“Don’t be scared,” Wyck whispered, stroking her cheek. “I’m fine. Really.”

“But I almost lost you.”

He gave her a small, strained smile. “Never.”

“You said you heard me.” Quinn hesitated. “When you were out. What did you hear?”

Her question sounded ridiculous, and she felt embarrassed to even ask. Still, when he rested his hand over her heart, she needed to know, needed to feel his hands on her, warm and caressing, to make her feel alive and safe again.

“You called me back.” He took her hand and held it over his heart as well. “Here. This is where I heard you, Quinn. My heart to yours, my Scion’s power to your Seal’s. Through our connection.”

A shiver danced through her nerve endings. It was true.

When he’d been dying, she hadn’t been able to find her voice. She’d confessed everything to him in the silence of her heart. That she needed him, that she couldn’t live without him.

That she loved him.

He kissed her again, soft and gentle, bringing more tears to her eyes. She’d almost lost him. She didn’t want that to happen ever again, not for any reason.

He hissed and broke away, his hand pressed to his left arm. “Let me take care of this first.”

Wyck peeled away the bandages then flexed his fingers over the raised red bump where the needle had penetrated his skin. Light filtered from between his fingers as he healed himself.

“I didn’t know you could do that.”

“Scion’s have hyperactive immune systems. Usually this happens without any effort on my part, but the serum weakened me, so I need to use a bit more power.” He closed his eyes, his expression growing more and more determined. The light brightened to the point where Quinn shielded her eyes. Wyck grunted and flopped back against the thin mattress, his breath ragged and his jaw tense. “I can’t heal completely yet. Still too weak.”

She reached out to touch the glowing mark on his abdomen, tracing over the swirling lines. His eyes slowly opened again, the gold flecks in his irises swirling.

Quinn raised a brow. Considering what he’d just been through, she doubted he was up for that sort of activity either, but when she went to take her hand away, Wyck grabbed it, holding it over his mark. She traced the lines of it again then dipped lower, her fingertips grazing the waistband of his jeans.

His gaze held hers as she unbuttoned then unzipped his fly. The air in the room thickened, the only sounds their mingled breaths as she battled her rising desire. Now really wasn’t the time and this certainly wasn’t the place. Victor was just in the next room. Yet she couldn’t seem to stop.

She reached inside his jeans and skimmed her fingers along the length of his hard cock through his boxer briefs. Wyck’s gaze held hers as he brought her other hand, the one resting over his heart, to his lips. He kissed each fingert then her palm, continuing on to her wrist and forearm, pulling her closer and closer.

“Wyck.” He flashed her a wicked smile and her cheeks heated. “Maybe we shouldn’t.”

“Oh, we definitely should. You only seem to say my name like that when you want me.”

Eyes closed, she couldn’t help remembering another time, hours earlier, when she’d screamed his name as he’d crumpled to the ground, unconscious. She’d been terrified, as if her whole world had fallen apart.

“Hey?” Wyck cupped her cheek and she leaned into his touch, seeking comfort. “What’s wrong?”

She shook her head. He was here. Alive. Well. Unharmed. More tears welled.

“Quinn.” He pulled her into his arms. “I’m sorry I scared you.”

She drew back and met his gaze. His gorgeous eyes held such honesty and tenderness. “I know.”

Leaning forwards, Quinn kissed him. She sighed, and he took things deeper, his tongue tangling with hers. He was flesh and blood, no longer in pain or dying. He was back with her, where he belonged.

He kissed along her jaw, nipping occasionally. By the time he reached her throat she felt on fire, thoughts of them together, naked and writhing, pushing aside her doubts and fears. She wanted to shed her inhibitions and embrace her desire, just like those people at Sam’s club.

Wyck buried his face in her neck, his fingers digging into her sides, the roughness thrilling her. Quinn tilted her head to one side, her stiff nipples brushing against his chest, aching for his attention.

A noise in the other room made her freeze. She tensed, her heart pounding.

“I’ve got it,” he whispered below her ear.

He waved a hand toward the door and the lock clicked into place. Victor would wonder what was going on, but Quinn didn’t care. Wyck’s kisses chased her worries away until all she could focus on was the delicious feel of him.

“Tell me what you thought earlier...at the club,” he said, the husky sound in his tone making her tremble. Memories resurfaced, watching those dancers and imagining doing the same things with Wyck. He nibbled on her earlobe, his breath warm on her skin. “Better yet, show me…”

Hell yes. Quinn kissed him, pouring all her passion into it. It still wasn’t enough. A wildfire ignited inside her, threatening to consume her if she didn’t more of him, all of him. “I want to dance like that…” She swept her tongue over his lower lip. “I want to do all of that…with you.”

“Quinn” He rolled her beneath him, grinding his hips against hers. She moaned, running her hands over his strong arms, his broad shoulders, then buried her fingers in his silky blond hair. She wanted to feel him. Skin on skin.

Wyck made fast work of her clothes, tossing them on the floor as he removed them. Her fingers shook with urgent need as she tease him again through the material of his underwear. He muttered something she didn’t quite catch, but it sounded dark and menacing, and a lot like swearing.

More thunder rolled.

Quinn gasped at the first stroke of his tongue between her thighs. He slipped his fingers into her warm, slick folds, tasting her again. She shivered as he licked her, teasing her clit with his talented tongue. Each flick sent another bolt of desire through her, notching the heat within her higher. She dug her fingers into his scalp, holding him close. He eased first one, then two fingers inside her, preparing her.

Tightness built inside her, warmth swirling in her abdomen, coiling into a ball of energy as her climax built.

Wyck broke away to tug off the rest of his clothes then pulled a condom packet from his pants pocket and put it on. Before Quinn could move, he was back atop her and inside her. As he thrust, she clasped his shoulders. He kissed her hard, stealing her breath and swallowing her cries of pleasure. She wrapped her legs around his waist and met him stroke for stroke. She couldn’t get enough of him, kissing his jaw and neck, tasting the salt of his skin. Ripples of pleasure echoed through her each time his body brushed her clit and she came hard, waves of ecstasy crashing over her until they pulled her under in a riptide of bliss. Wyck soon joined her, choking out a moan against her throat as he shuddered with his release.

He kissed her throat, tender and soft, and Quinn rested her head on his shoulder. Deep in her heart, she knew the truth. They were made for each other. A human and an immortal.

Nothing would change that.

She wouldn’t let it.