Free Warrior's Heart (Gifts Of The Ancients #1) by Bianca D'Arc

Knowing what I know now, I wouldn’t be surprised if that old dude had something to do with it, though we never saw him again. We ate and then moved on. When we turned back, the beautiful terraced gardens were gone and the dust was back with a fury. An unexpected sandstorm hit, and we took shelter in the ruins. We hunkered down and waited it out. It was hours before we could move and when we did, we didn’t mention the weirdness that had happened in ancient Babylon.” He pulled her over him to lie on his chest so he could see her eyes. “We got into a serious firefight and called in air support. They pulled us out and sent us to the airfield at Baghdad for debriefing. This was only a day or two after they’d secured the airfield, so things were still pretty tense there. That’s when I got shot and Rick did his magic act.”
    She stroked the smooth skin over his heart. “Thank God,” she whispered, kissing his chest lightly. “If you had died, I’d have mourned you for the rest of my life.”
    She spread her legs, resting her wet pussy right over his stirring cock. Unbelievably, he was hard again, even though he’d already come three times in as many hours. Sliding down his body, she took him in her mouth, stilling any words he might have spoken. She sucked him down deep and hard, just the way he liked it. She played with his balls, experimenting, using her fingers to gently probe and caress in ways that nearly drove him crazy.
    Before she could finish him off, Hal dragged her up by her shoulders, placing her on her hands and knees in front of him. They hadn’t done it doggy style yet, and he was eager to feel her tight around him—especially from behind. It was one of his favorite positions, and she had a gorgeous ass that made his mouth water. She shook her booty at him, and he chuckled.
    “Not eager at all, are you?”
    “I’m waiting, Hal.” She pouted over her shoulder at him. “Don’t make me wait.”
    He took a moment to touch her from behind, stroking deep inside her sheath with two fingers, watching her take him.
    “You’re so beautiful, Cas. I want you in every way.”
    “Then take me. What are you waiting for?”
    He knelt on the bed behind her, joining their bodies as one.
    “You’re mine, Casey. I’m never letting you go ever again. Get used to it.”

Chapter Eight
    “So what happened the other night? You used your super powers—”
    Hal groaned. “Please don’t call it that.” He cut her off with a slightly disgusted, uncomfortable smile. “I’m not a comic book super hero.”
    She patted his chest, resting one hand over his heart.
    “You’re super, at any rate, but you’re distracting me. Why did you get so sick all of a sudden?”
    He sighed and lay back, staring up at the ceiling. “I don’t know. It’s happened a few times. It seems to be getting less severe.”
    “That was less severe? What happened before—cardiac arrest?” She was being facetious. When he didn’t laugh with her, she stilled.
    “Not quite, but close. Rick seems to think that my body is playing catch up with the new strength. The first time I used it for real, in a sustained way, like what happened the other night, I passed out and Rick had to revive me. Each time since then, it’s been a little better.”
    “Oh, Hal.”
    “Ssh, honey.” He soothed her, stroking her hair and kissing her face softly. “Don’t worry. I told you. Rick thinks I’m just getting used to the changes. That’s all. We’re all experiencing some problems. That’s why they put us out on that island with a team of medical specialists. The Army’s just as baffled by what’s happening to us as we are, but they’re not cutting us loose. They’re taking care of us.”
    “Damn right they should.” He loved that indignant tone in her voice on his behalf. “But, Hal, it sounds dangerous. Are they sure you’re okay?”
    “They’re watching us. All those experts agree. It’s getting better, not worse, so that’s