Magic Shifts(Kate Daniels,book 8)(50) by Ilona Andrews
I stepped closer to him and kissed him. For a moment he didn’t respond, and then he opened his mouth and pulled me to him, gripping me. I licked his tongue, letting his taste wash over me. Anticipation flooded me. This felt right. He was mine. My Curran. I’d almost lost him, but I’d fought for him and here he was, loving me. I slid my hands up his chest and around his neck. We stood locked, intertwined, almost one, tasting the same taste, breathing the same breath, and in this moment I felt whole.
I felt on fire.
He thrust his tongue into my mouth, pressing it against mine, his body so hard and strong against me, his skin hot, his hands roaming my back, sliding lower along the curve, and cupping my butt. He kissed me, hard and ravenous, drinking me in. Every stroke of his tongue against mine made me crazier and crazier. I slid my hands into his short hair, pressing into him. I wanted it to last forever, to stay like this, wrapped up in him, whole, loved, and wanted. I needed more.
People rose from my memories: my adoptive father, Greg, my biological father . . . Get lost, all of you. He is mine. I want him, I picked him, and he is mine. I don’t have to justify it to you or anyone else. If you don’t like it, piss off.
We broke apart. His eyes were full of golden sparks. Whatever restraints held him back, I had just torn into pieces. His gaze should’ve melted the clothes right off my body, and I had no idea why they were still there. I raised my chin and he dipped his head to my neck. His teeth nipped the skin there, sending delicious shivers down my spine.
“Love me,” I whispered. “Love me and we’ll be okay.”
His hands roamed my body, caressing, stoking the need in me with every brush of his hard fingers. He inhaled my scent. I ground against him and felt the long hard length of him behind the fabric of his jeans. Yes. Please.
Someone knocked on the door.
“What?” Curran said, his voice even.
I kissed the sensitive spot under his jaw, tasting his skin and the faint scratch of stubble. It drove him nuts. I remembered that, too.
His eyes went completely gold.
“You wanted an update on the Guild,” Derek said through the door.
God damn it.
“They’re having a meeting in an hour. Also, Trisha says we have half an hour to clear the Keep before it causes issues. They are having trouble containing the fact that we’re here.
“Curran?” Derek called.
“We got it.” With a low growl, Curran let go of me, looking as if it physically hurt him to step away.
“He has the worst timing,” I said. “Always.”
“It’s his superpower.” Curran grimaced. “We have to stop anyway. I don’t want you to regret this later. And I don’t want your head to explode.”
“Really? You’re so good that my head would explode?”
It took him a moment. His expression changed from intense to speculative. “It’s a possibility. I’m not a doctor, but Doolittle says it could happen.”
“That’s a lot of expectation to live up to.”
“I exceed expectations.”
So modest, too.
“Do you want to go home?” he asked.
“No. I want to go to the Guild and then I want to find Eduardo.” And kick his kidnapper’s ass out of this city.
He pulled a bag from under my bed. “Your gear. I had Derek stop by the house.”
I eased the bag open and saw my belt, my throwing knives, my old beat-up jeans, and a bag with the strange dirty glass we had found by Eduardo’s car. “I love you.”
He squeezed me to him, kissed my forehead, and breathed in the scent of my hair. The relief was so plain in the way he touched me.
“It’s okay,” I told him.
“I know.” His voice was quiet. “I will always be there. I will walk across the whole planet if I have to.”
I closed my eyes and whispered, “I’ll meet you halfway.”
A couple of minutes later we emerged into the waiting room. Derek was slouching against a wall. Julie sat next to Ascanio. The same Ascanio who’d told her I might end up paralyzed or with amnesia and that I wanted to go home to die.
Julie saw me and jumped to her feet. Ascanio grabbed her hand, trying to hold her back.
Amnesia, huh. Well, let’s see how it plays out.
“I don’t know who you are,” I told him. “But don’t touch my kid.”
Surprise slapped his face. He let go and Julie hugged me. I hugged her back.
“Are you okay?” Julie asked.
“I’m okay.” I told her. “I’m not going anywhere. I’m not leaving you. You got it?”
“I got it.” She nodded. We’d talk about it more later when we weren’t in front of other people. Some things were better discussed in private.
Curran was moving and I walked next to him. We had to get the hell out of the Keep as soon as we could.
Derek and Julie fell in behind us. Ascanio chased me. “Kate! It’s me.”
“‘Me’ is a terrible name,” I told him. “You should aim for at least three letters.”
“Ascanio! You have to remember me.”
I shook my head. “Nope.”
“It’s not fair!” he declared.
“Yes, make it all about you,” Julie told him.
Ascanio stopped. “I will make you remember me!” he called.
The four of us kept going.
“You do remember him?” Julie whispered.
“Of course, I remember him.”
“Where is Barabas?” Curran asked.
“He said he would be at the Guild in case we decided to attend their meeting,” Derek said. “He packed us a care package. It’s in my car.”
“Good,” Curran said.
“We’ll need to stop by the Steel Horse to pick up the Clerk,” I added. Walking into the Guild with the Clerk would be like sucker-punching Bob right in the gut.
“Did you get a look at the giant?” I asked Julie.
“What color was the magic of the corpse?”
“Bronze,” she said. “Just like the Tahoe.”
That’s what I thought. “Let’s talk more in the car.”
We opened the big doors. Six people barred our way. I recognized two. The Beast Lord’s personal guard.
Curran didn’t even slow down.
“Um . . .” one of the men said.
“Move,” Curran said.
They moved. We headed down the hallway. A petite woman turned the corner and rushed toward us, adjusting her large glasses. Dali. Hey, I recognized her. Score one for me.
“Wait.” Dali blocked our path. “Kate, you’re walking?”
“Yes.” And kicking.
“Can you tell me what’s going on? I know that whatever you’re doing is connected to the Pack, but Jim is ducking me.”
“We’re handling it,” Curran told her.
“I’m not asking you.” Dali turned to me. “What’s going on?”
In the old days I would’ve walked down the hallway and made sure nobody could hear us so I wouldn’t cause an incident, but I was no longer the Consort and I didn’t give a shit. “Eduardo is missing and Mahon won’t look for him because he doesn’t think Eduardo would make a proper son-in-law. George asked Jim to help, but he doesn’t want to overstep his authority.”
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