Lover Uncloaked (Stealth Guardians #1) (36 page)

Aiden dove into her slick heat, seating himself with one single thrust. All thoughts vanished from his mind as the sensation of being connected to her filled him. She bucked against him, her body welcoming him.

Without holding back, he allowed his energy to flow. The air stirred in the room, the earth trembling beneath them, quaking in the same rhythm in which their bodies moved. Mist dimmed the lights in the room, making the bedside lamps glow in a soothing orange color.

Leila’s thighs tightened around him, urging him to plunge deeper and harder, her breaths irregular, her skin coated with a thin sheen of perspiration, her eyes sparkling with desire and love. He’d never seen a creature more beautiful, a woman more desirable than she. He felt honored that she had opened her heart to him, that she trusted him with her life, as he trusted her with his.

I love you
, she mouthed.

“Forever mine,” he murmured in response. Just as he would be forever hers.

Amidst the churning air and mist that surrounded them—the power that cocooned them—he slowed his strokes, wanting to prolong this experience. Her muscles clenched him tightly, her hands exploring him so eagerly, as if she’d never touched him before. Every touch of her fingers, every kiss of her lips felt new and more tantalizing than ever. He was on fire, and for the first time in his life he understood what it meant when people said they couldn’t live without somebody. Because he couldn’t live without Leila. She
was
his life.

Without her, he was incomplete, only an empty shell.

Not able to wait any longer, Aiden allowed his
virta
to flow into her. From every point that their bodies were connected, his power seeped into her, permeating her cells. As he shared himself with her, her body began to glow, the sight driving him to ecstasy.

His strokes became harder and faster, and Leila met him in the same rhythm, her arms and legs suddenly gripping him tighter. She was aware of her power now, her eyes shining with it as she looked at him.

And with every stroke, he sensed the tiny orgasms that charged through her body, making her eyes flutter and her breaths catch. He could have come with her right there and then, but the sight was too beautiful to stop. So he withdrew his cock and thrust back inside, wringing another orgasm from her glowing body. So addictive was the sight and the feeling of her muscles clenching around him that he continued until his balls tightened.

Still he held back, wanting more, wanting everything she had to give. He rolled onto his back, bringing her on top of him without dislodging his shaft from her tight channel.

“Now, Leila,” he urged her.

Their gazes locked. In the depth of her blue eyes, he saw flames light up, and suddenly her entire body tensed, energy traveling through her veins. She laid her palm flat against his chest, right over his heart that beat faster than ever. He felt the approach of the
virta
that he’d poured into her, but it was different now. It had comingled with Leila’s own essence, with her soul, her power, her love.

The moment it reached her fingertips and sparked against his skin, the world around him stood still. But it was only the calm before the storm that unleashed a split second later: like a blade forged of pure fire, it pierced his heart and lodged there, carving out a place for itself. The pain was as fleeting as a pinprick, yet it left behind an imprint so permanent, nothing could ever remove it.

She had claimed him, and he was now irrevocably tied to her. At that knowledge, his body dissolved into waves of pleasure, his cock exploding inside her just as Leila’s orgasm crested and swept him away. Floating in an ocean of love, weightless, timeless, he pulled her face to his and captured her lips, drinking her in.

And like an endless cycle, he shared more
virta
with her as she continued to pour it back into his heart, their bodies fused in passion, their love confirmed, their lives together ahead of them.

“Mine forever,” he murmured against her lips.

“For eternity.”

Then another orgasm claimed her and tore him with her. He knew his ability to speak or think wouldn’t come back for hours. But who needed to think and speak when he could feel instead?

EPILOGUE

Zoltan took a reluctant bow before the Great One. Before he could straighten to his full height, the leader of the Demons of Fear rose to his feet and took a step toward him.

“You’ve failed!” he thundered, the sound of his voice echoing in the vast, deep cave where he held court.

Zoltan clenched his jaw shut, fury coursing through him. He had already had the drug in his hands without knowing it. That knowledge gnawed at him. He’d been so close. And now, everything was lost: the scientist was dead. He’d seen it with his own eyes. Later, the medical examiner had confirmed that it was her body that had burned in the wreckage. The Stealth Guardian’s body hadn’t been found. It didn’t surprise him. He would have been able to escape the inferno.

The sharp tips of his claws emerged from his fingertips, evidence that the anger that boiled inside him was getting stronger and would not be so easily subdued today. He wasn’t in the mood to be taken to task over his failure, even less so knowing ten of the Great One’s guards were watching his humiliation.

“An accident,” Zoltan pressed out, even though he had his doubts about it. What if the Stealth Guardians had in the end decided to kill the scientist after all, realizing it was safer for them that way?

“There are no accidents!”

Zoltan raised his gaze. “No, there aren’t.”

But his leader wasn’t done admonishing him. “I believed in your capabilities. You assured me that this woman would be easy pickings, that the drug would be ours. And now, Dragor, what have you got to say for yourself?”

Zoltan listened to his birth name, but didn’t like the sound anymore. He had changed. He wasn’t going to cower any longer. He saw himself as the new leader. And the name he’d chosen for himself, the name of a successful entrepreneur, one he’d had to kill after he’d resisted his influence, suited him fine. He’d in fact admired the man for his strength. Yes, his new name, Zoltan, reflected that strength.

“My name is Zoltan now.”

The Great One advanced, bringing them within a foot of each other. “I decide what your name is, boy. I’m your leader. And your chances of becoming my heir died with that woman. Do you understand me?”

“Yes, I understand fully,” Zoltan replied and pulled his dagger, driving it into his leader’s stomach.

Realization flashed in the demon’s eyes as Zoltan drew the dagger upwards, slicing him open. Green blood and guts spilled, and gurgles escaped his dying leader’s mouth.

“I don’t need you to declare me your heir anymore. I’m taking what’s mine, old man.”

Then he kicked him backwards, dislodging the dagger from his gut. With preternatural speed he turned, witnessing as the guards stared at him in shock, ready to attack.

Zoltan squared his stance. “Are you ready to die for your dead leader, or would you rather live and serve the new Great One?”

He waited, feeling power surge in him, never taking his eyes off his opponents. They exchanged glances.

“Then bow before me!”

One by one, the demon guards lowered their swords and fell on their knees. With satisfaction, Zoltan turned to the throne and took it, molding his broad back against the cold stone.

“Things are about to change. The Stealth Guardians will feel my wrath.” He stared at the demons who were now under his command and smiled to himself.

“Soon, very soon,” he murmured under his breath.

THE END

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Tina Folsom was born in Germany and has been living in English speaking countries for over 20 years, the last 11 of them in San Francisco, where she’s married to an American.

Tina has always been a bit of a globe trotter: after living in Lausanne, Switzerland, she briefly worked on a cruise ship in the Mediterranean, then lived a year in Munich, before moving to London. There, she became an accountant. But after 8 years she decided to move overseas.

In New York she studied drama at the American Academy of Dramatic Arts, then moved to Los Angeles a year later to pursue studies in screenwriting. This is also where she met her husband, who she followed to San Francisco three months after first meeting him.

In San Francisco, Tina worked as a tax accountant and even opened her own firm, then went into real estate, however, she missed writing. In 2008 she wrote her first romance and never looked back.

She’s always loved vampires and decided that vampire and paranormal romance was her calling. She now has 15 novels in English and several in other languages (Spanish, German, and French) and continues to write, as well as have her existing novels translated.

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Table of Contents

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