Free Aztec Gold by Caridad Piñeiro Page B

satisfied their mutual desire.
    “How do we kill her? What is her weakness?”
    He knew his debility—Cyn. He would die to make sure she would be safe. As he grasped her hips with his hands, splaying his fingers across the soft skin there, she circled one section on the manuscript with a shaky finger.
    “Here. It says something about only darkness as black as her own can deliver the killing strike.”
    He hadn’t been sure of the translation, but now Cyn had provided him with an answer, cryptic as it was. With that riddle to consider for the future, he no longer needed to wait on something that was far more pressing at the moment.
    He eased her hips back toward his and she spread her legs, inviting his possession with the slow back and forth of her buttocks along his erection. Slipping between her thighs, he sought out the center of her, hesitating until she gave another wiggle of her hips to urge him on.
    Bending, he breached her entrance, sinking into the warm slick depths of her vagina. He sucked in a breath to rein himself in as her ardent response welcomed him, wanting to experience the pleasure of their union for as long as he could. Wanting to be one with her in every possible way, he moved one hand downward to find the nub at her center and brought his other hand up to her breast.
    As he caressed her, she moaned and shifted her hips against his, an unhurried shift and press that nestled him even deeper within her.
    Her actions drove away all thought of anything besides her. He wrapped his arms around her waist and held her tight as he drove into her, spurred by her soft cries of pleasure and the movement of her hands against his buttocks and arms, urging him on.
    Her cry of satisfaction came harshly only a short time later, echoing against the hollow walls of the steam bath. The ripple of her contractions milked him, caressing his erection and urging him ever closer to her core until he could no longer hold back.
    His body jerked as he spilled his seed. The heat and wet of her wrapped around him as he plunged into her yet a few more times, enjoying the final moments of his climax and hers.
    Her body sagged against his and his own knees weakened from the force of their release. With slow measured breaths that matched hers, he finally found the strength to ease from within her, grab her up in his arms and carry her back to the small army cot.
    Lying her down on the slick surface of the sleeping bag, he joined her, his body pressed against her petite length. He wrapped his arms around her and entangled his legs with hers, needing that connection of skin to skin. Needing to feel the reassuring beat of her heart strong beside his. Of the warmth of her breath, filled with life and stability, spilling against his skin.
    With a long calming breath, he inhaled her scent once again and clearly understood one painful thing at that moment.
    Come the morning, Cyn and her team would have to leave.
    ***
    The screams of the villagers dragged Cynthia from sated slumber. She and Rafe had made love more times than she could remember and her body was both sore and tired from the loving.
    Despite that, she moved quickly to grab her pants, holster and Rafe’s shirt after the first few cries came from outside the steam bath. She was out the door of the structure in just under a minute, her pistol in hand and Rafe immediately behind her, bare except for the pants he had managed to slip on.
    Beyond the walls of the steam bath, a potent and inexplicable presence buffeted her.
    “What is that?” she asked, searching the night for an explanation.
    Rafe pushed her behind him and back toward the entrance of the steam bath as he looked upward, exploring the night sky. “She is here.”
    Eztli Etalpalli.
    Cynthia shoved past Rafe to take a spot at his side and tracked his gaze, remembering the descriptions of Izpapalotl and wondering whether Eztli Etalpalli would be like her mother—claws like jaguar’s and knifelike wings.
    A few seconds