much pain.”
“So were you,” I whispered.
Mitch nodded. “I was and Evan could see that. He told me some home truths that night, things I didn’t want to hear, but needed to just the same. He said he forgave me for what happened and that I needed to let it go. I really didn’t want to hear that, but Evan said if I wouldn’t sort myself out for him then I should do it for Jenna. He said I was disrespecting her memory by behaving the way I was, told me if she was alive, she’d be ashamed of what I’d become. He was right.”
“Tough love, huh?”
Mitch snorted. “There was never any love lost between Evan and I, we were as opposite as night and day, but what he said sunk in. Jenna would have been disappointed in me—hell, she’d have been pissed. She’d have told me to pull my head outta my ass and sort my shit out. So I did. The very next morning I called my handler and I told him I was done. Said I was quitting and the Council wouldn’t hear from me again. And they didn’t, until last night.”
Mitch pulled me closer into his side and began playing with my hair again. I liked the intimacy of it maybe more than I should. “What made you help me?” I asked. “If you weren’t hunting anymore, why did you say yes when Raven called to ask for your help?”
“I wanted to say no, was going to, but then Raven told me you’d be going to the Fae Sanctuary alone and I didn’t like the idea. I’d had dealings with the Fae before and I knew how difficult they could be—how dangerous. But I think mostly I said yes because I missed it—hunting, I mean. I don’t think I’d realised how much until that very moment. I’d been getting on with my life. I’d travelled around the country, visited some places I’d always wanted to see, but it was like I’d just been going through the motions. I’d been alive, but I hadn’t been living. Guess that sounds lame.”
“No, not at all. I understand completely. I don’t know what I’d do if I couldn’t hunt. Have you thought about coming back to it, for good? Maybe calling the Council and—”
“The Council would never take me back.”
“But if they would?”
“If they would, then yeah, I’d consider it.”
When I pursed my lips, thinking about what Mitch had said, he chuckled and pulled me up his body, planting a quick kiss on my lips.
“Get it out of your head, Ash. The Council couldn’t wait to get rid of me and they’re pissed that I’m here working with you on this job. I think that says it all.”
The protest was on the tip of my tongue when Mitch kissed me again. Any coherent thought in my mind was clouded by the fog of lust which settled there. I slid my arms around his neck and kissed him back, delighting in the taste of him and the sweep of his tongue inside my mouth. The kiss started out slow, but it soon built into something deeper, something more powerful. Mitch rolled us so that he was on top, the entire length of his body pressing against mine. I loved the weight and heat of him, loved how safe it made me feel. Mitch and I kissed for long moments, our bodies writhing together, the passion building. We undressed one another slowly. There was none of the urgency of the afternoon although it was just as intense—probably more so because this wasn’t just about a desperate need to get off.
When Mitch finally slid into me, his eyes locked on mine. There was something different about it, something infinitely more intimate. Unlike before, the sex wasn’t hard and fast. Mitch made love to me, kissing me as he rocked his hips in a languid motion, his hands gliding over my skin. I arched into him as he whispered endearments into my ear. He told me how beautiful I was, how good I felt. He told me I was made for him.
When I came, Mitch’s name was a whisper on my lips. Seconds later, he followed me into the blissful abyss, seating himself deep and moaning into my neck as he shuddered through a release I was sure was as powerful as my
“So were you,” I whispered.
Mitch nodded. “I was and Evan could see that. He told me some home truths that night, things I didn’t want to hear, but needed to just the same. He said he forgave me for what happened and that I needed to let it go. I really didn’t want to hear that, but Evan said if I wouldn’t sort myself out for him then I should do it for Jenna. He said I was disrespecting her memory by behaving the way I was, told me if she was alive, she’d be ashamed of what I’d become. He was right.”
“Tough love, huh?”
Mitch snorted. “There was never any love lost between Evan and I, we were as opposite as night and day, but what he said sunk in. Jenna would have been disappointed in me—hell, she’d have been pissed. She’d have told me to pull my head outta my ass and sort my shit out. So I did. The very next morning I called my handler and I told him I was done. Said I was quitting and the Council wouldn’t hear from me again. And they didn’t, until last night.”
Mitch pulled me closer into his side and began playing with my hair again. I liked the intimacy of it maybe more than I should. “What made you help me?” I asked. “If you weren’t hunting anymore, why did you say yes when Raven called to ask for your help?”
“I wanted to say no, was going to, but then Raven told me you’d be going to the Fae Sanctuary alone and I didn’t like the idea. I’d had dealings with the Fae before and I knew how difficult they could be—how dangerous. But I think mostly I said yes because I missed it—hunting, I mean. I don’t think I’d realised how much until that very moment. I’d been getting on with my life. I’d travelled around the country, visited some places I’d always wanted to see, but it was like I’d just been going through the motions. I’d been alive, but I hadn’t been living. Guess that sounds lame.”
“No, not at all. I understand completely. I don’t know what I’d do if I couldn’t hunt. Have you thought about coming back to it, for good? Maybe calling the Council and—”
“The Council would never take me back.”
“But if they would?”
“If they would, then yeah, I’d consider it.”
When I pursed my lips, thinking about what Mitch had said, he chuckled and pulled me up his body, planting a quick kiss on my lips.
“Get it out of your head, Ash. The Council couldn’t wait to get rid of me and they’re pissed that I’m here working with you on this job. I think that says it all.”
The protest was on the tip of my tongue when Mitch kissed me again. Any coherent thought in my mind was clouded by the fog of lust which settled there. I slid my arms around his neck and kissed him back, delighting in the taste of him and the sweep of his tongue inside my mouth. The kiss started out slow, but it soon built into something deeper, something more powerful. Mitch rolled us so that he was on top, the entire length of his body pressing against mine. I loved the weight and heat of him, loved how safe it made me feel. Mitch and I kissed for long moments, our bodies writhing together, the passion building. We undressed one another slowly. There was none of the urgency of the afternoon although it was just as intense—probably more so because this wasn’t just about a desperate need to get off.
When Mitch finally slid into me, his eyes locked on mine. There was something different about it, something infinitely more intimate. Unlike before, the sex wasn’t hard and fast. Mitch made love to me, kissing me as he rocked his hips in a languid motion, his hands gliding over my skin. I arched into him as he whispered endearments into my ear. He told me how beautiful I was, how good I felt. He told me I was made for him.
When I came, Mitch’s name was a whisper on my lips. Seconds later, he followed me into the blissful abyss, seating himself deep and moaning into my neck as he shuddered through a release I was sure was as powerful as my
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