Free Sword of Mercy by Sydney Addae

warming her as he
rolled her onto her back.
    “My everything,” he whispered and plunged into
her. Her nails dug into his arms as he thrust repeatedly into her,
taking her higher.
    “Merge with me,” she whispered and met him in
the halls of their link. Bright, and strong, his energy rolled
forward meeting hers, twisting and intertwining them together as he
continued driving into her snug warmth.
    “My everything,” he said again, this time
their energies changed and became one color, a bright white that
spilled over and out of their link. Asia held onto his arms as he
sped up and lifted her higher until the brightness surrounded them.
She couldn’t breathe, couldn’t stop. More she wanted more of
him.
    “Hawke,” she called and rose on her toes
beneath him and then flew apart. Her body shook as waves of
pleasure rolled through her. Thoughts couldn’t land. She couldn’t
speak. Small tremors continued shooting through her as she tried to
breathe.
    After a few more strokes, he roared and held
her hips so tight, she winced in pain. When his breathing
normalized, he sent warm energy through her system easing her
aches. His thoughtfulness tugged at her heart and she melted into
his embrace.
    “I only have two more journals to translate,”
he spoke into the silence.
    Too wiped to speak, she nodded.
    “There are a few outbuildings around the
castle. I’d like to look through them before we head
back.”
    She nodded and rubbed her hand across his
chest, flicking his nipple.
    “Still hungry?” He growled against her
forehead.
    “Always, but we need to get moving. At some
point we should check in with Angus and Chacal to see if they found
anything and to tell him about the journals.” She rolled to the
side. He stopped her before she left the bed.
    “Those things can wait. I need to hold you a
little longer. Most days we don’t have a chance to spend time alone
like this. We’re newly mated. Everyone will understand if we don’t
show up first thing.”
    <<<<>>>>
     
    “Are you sure you want to look inside this
building?” Asia asked Hawke while looking at the dilapidated
structure.
    “Yes… I cannot explain it, but it seems
familiar.” He looked at her and then back at the building where
Alpha Radoff and his Beta packed the now translated journals into
boxes for safe keeping. They would be leaving shortly to lock the
books in a vault. The Alpha had allowed Hawke to keep a digital
copy of the translations which Hawke stored in his
cloud.
    “Alright,” she said, taking his offered
hand.
    He understood her concern and hesitation and
would have turned around if he didn’t sense the importance of going
inside.
    “Stay behind me.” He didn’t give her time to
argue and stepped through the opening into the dim room. Someone
had broken the furniture and ripped out the windows allowing nature
to move indoors. Grass and small twigs sprouted in the walls and
between the stone pavers on the floor.
    Closing his eyes, Hawke tried to pinpoint the
source of his unease. Moving on instinct he walked further into the
building and stopped when he reached the stairs. He opened his eyes
and frowned. “This shouldn’t be here. There’s… he stomped on the
bottom stair, then the one above it, and then the one above that. A
grinding sound came from behind them. Asia had her sword in her
hand and faced the dark entrance.
    “I don’t like this.”
    “I understand.” Driven by a sense of urgency
he couldn’t explain, he walked toward the opening.
    “But you are going down there
anyway?”
    “Yes, Sexy.”
    “Sexy?” She looked at him with a gleam of
amusement in her eye. Listening to his thoughts through their link
she smiled. Considering she looked like an older white male in need
of a tan and visit to the gym, most would think him insane for
thinking she was sexy as wildfire.
    “My Sexy Bitch. If it were you, you’d go. So
let’s just do this.” He read the resignation in her gaze before she
nodded and stepped