Free Octavia's War by Tracy Cooper-Posey Page B

know that either.”
    “It’s what I would do,” Ángel said. “The Grimoré, at least, seem to be able to think strategically and we’re their priority right now. Yes, Remmy?”
    Remmy nodded. “If you don’t go back, the people will be safe enough. Once the Grimoré have you, their use as bait will be at an end and then they will all die. The Grimoré only have to kill one of us to break the trinity.”
    Octavia kept breathing, trying to calm herself and think. There was good sense in what they were saying yet it battled her horror at what the villagers would be going through.
    “We seal the trinity first,” Remmy said. “Then we’ll be stronger and less vulnerable. Then, my dear, you can kick all the butt you want.”
    “Fine, then let’s do it now. Right here,” Octavia said, her temper simmering. She dropped the backpack to the ground and the water inside gurgled. “I’m sick of talking about it. We’re talking ourselves to death while those things are out there controlling everything. So let’s do it.”
    Remmy looked amused.
    Ángel brushed her hair out her eyes. “It’s sealed with sex, sweet one. You want I should drop you to the sand right now and take you? Here?”
    Her breath, which had started to calm, suddenly shallowed. She was almost hyperventilating. The idea of Ángel lowering her to the ground and fucking her, right there, with Remmy watching, even participating, sent heat through her limbs. Every nerve seemed to come suddenly to the alert.
    “It has appeal,” she said honestly. Her voice was husky with want.
    She could almost feel Ángel’s reaction. His hard body was tight against hers and she could sense the tension in him. The sudden way he held his breath, his gaze wandering over her face.
    So she kissed him. It seemed as though it was the only reasonable thing to do right then. It was action and she yearned to do something . If she couldn’t go blow out vampeen brains with the 500, then she could kiss the hell out of Ángel instead.
    Her kiss infected him with the same urgency. She could feel it in the way his hands moved against her, restlessly exploring her back and her ass and holding the back of her head so he could drive himself deeper into her mouth.
    Their bodies pushed together and she could feel the frantic quality in their movements. His hands were against her bare skin, up under her shirt. They were hot and restless, sliding over her flesh as if he couldn’t get enough of it.
    Until he staggered backward, as though he was wrenching himself away from her. He stood with his chest heaving.
    Remmy’s hands were tightly coiled fists at his sides.
    “We’re not going to last,” Ángel said. His voice was strained, thick with lust. “I don’t know how it works. I don’t know how we figure it out. I do know we can’t wait to seal this when we’re somewhere civilized with a door that locks.”
    Remmy cleared his throat. “You might be right.”
    Octavia knew he was right. Her body was aching with the emotions and feelings whipsawing through her, from one extreme to another in a few moments. The need to have them both inside her was becoming a central image in her mind around which all other thoughts battled for space and attention.
    “I can’t keep dealing with this,” she said. “It’s getting stronger, every hour. I can’t think of anything else.”
    Remmy stirred. “There is a place, a few hours ahead…we might be able to hide there for a while.”
    “A house?” Ángel said, startled. “There is no such thing, not in here.”
    “No, it’s not a house,” Remmy said.
    “Then…?” Octavia said.
    “You’ll see.” Even in the dark, she could see Remmy’s smile.
    * * * * *
    Alex stood with his chest heaving, staring down at the body at his feet. He had been surprised into sudden violence, which never failed to tax those systems that had once been autonomic.
    He heard running footsteps, then the door burst open and Diego and Wyatt almost fell into