Page 61 of Salvation


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After the food was eaten, Rory surprised me with a cake he’d baked himself with the guidance of Connor. That’s what he had been doing this morning when the ‘incident’ happened. I blew out all the candles, praying that my wish would some day come true.

Following that, I opened the gifts. A lovely scarf from Declan. A purse and matching umbrella from Wren. Connor and my dad gave me a new board game. Derek handed me a bottle of Hennessy with a wink, and Iris, embarrassed that she didn’t have time to get me a gift, wrapped up the latest crime novel that she had read, making sure to include Killer on the note. I assured her that she needn’t have worried and accepted it graciously, truthfully telling her that I looked forward to reading it.

And now that the party was slowly dwindling down, Rory and I sat on the couch, watching the flames flickering within the fireplace. I couldn’t help but run a finger over the gold chain he gave me. A Celtic tree of life. Instead of the customary circle surrounding the tree, it was a heart, outlined with diamonds. When he placed it around my neck, he told me that the Irish believe that the tree of lifeis a symbol of unity, connection and strength. But this one was special because it also was a symbol for love.

His hand trailed circles over my upper arm, and I glanced up at him.

“Thank you for everything,” I said, kissing him softly on the cheek.

He leaned close and brushed his lips over mine. “You’re welcome. But I have one more surprise for you.” He stood and held out his hand.

I took it and followed him up the stairs to my room. All the while, I silently thanked God that I had gone for that full body wax the other day.

He closed the door and pushed me up against it. Instantly I melted in my jeans as he started kissing me, slow and seductive at first then with an urgency of hunger.

Glued at the lips we made our way over to the bed and fell to the mattress as he began to strip our clothes off. In no time I laid there naked, his eyes feasting on me.

He kneed my legs apart, and I just knew that my pussy was dripping with anticipation. As he slipped his fingers inside, he gruffly said, “That necklace looks fine on you.”

The intensity of the moment wrapped around me like an inferno. As I was just about to go overthe edge, I cried out when he removed his hand and watched as he licked my juices from his skin. He smacked his lips together, “Now, that’s a nectar I just have to taste from the source.”

My breath caught as his tongue flicked against my clit. Waves of pleasure radiated through my body, as my blood turned to molten lava. The fire spread from my toes to my fingers clutching the sheets. His mouth was hot and insistent, as he drank from between my thighs.

I was never one to watch as a man ate me out, but this time, I couldn’t resist the urge to look. Through half-lidded eyes, I glanced down to see his dark hair between my thighs, and I swear to God I squirted at the sight of it. His strong hands gripped my hips, holding me firmly in place as his tongue delved deeper inside of me.

Shivers flew up my spine as I rocked against his mouth, but then he switched tactics on me. A shuddery moan escaped past my lips as he centered his attention on my swollen clit. He tugged it gently between his lips, and I thought I would go over the edge then, but I didn’t. I fought the urge to get lost in the starlit abyss that I knew was waiting for me, wanting more of the exquisite sensations that he was invoking within me. That was until he started to flick his tongue over and over, and I no longer had control. Every fiber of my being was set aflame and with one final rock against his face, I frozeonly to ride the wave as he drank from between my thighs.

Rory looked up at me, his eyes dark with desire. “You’re sweeter than honey,” he growled, his hot breath causing my clit to tingle. The intensity of his gaze made me flush with heat. I felt completely vulnerable but completely safe within his arms.

The energy between us felt like a live wire, my body crying out for him, every nerve ending set on fire. He whispered my name, his voice catching in his throat as he positioned himself between my thighs, and as he filled me to the hilt, he growled, “There’s nothing better than birthday sex.”

Chapter 30

Rory

Two days after Kat’s birthday, I woke to the soft morning light filtering through the curtains, her warm body still curled against mine. For a moment, I simply savored the feeling of her in my arms, marveling at how right it felt. But the peaceful moment was shattered by a sharp knock at the door.

“Kat? Rory? Meeting in ten minutes,” Declan’s gruff voice called out.

Kat groaned and buried her face in my chest. “Do we have to?”

I chuckled, pressing a kiss to her forehead. “I’m afraid so, sweets. Duty calls.”

We reluctantly untangled ourselves and got dressed. As we headed downstairs, I couldn’t help but admire the way Kat’s hips swayed in her tight jeans. Focus, I told myself. Whatever Declanwanted; it was bound to be important.

We found Declan in the study, pouring over a map spread across his desk. He looked up as we entered, his expression grim.

“Good, you’re here. I’ve got this job for you two,” he said without explanation.

Kat tensed beside me. “What kind of job?”

Declan sighed, running a hand through his hair. “We need to secure a shipment of guns. It’s a big one - enough firepower to arm a small army.”

We had enough weapons, so I knew it wasn’t for us. I felt my stomach drop. This was exactly the kind of high-stakes operation we always avoided. It brought too much heat to the Clan. “Who’s the buyer?”

“That, I can’t say,” Declan replied, his tone brooking no argument. “All you need to worry about is getting the guns and bringing them to the designated drop point.”

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