The Thorndyke Trilogy 2: Dancing at Midnight by Lynne Connolly Read Free Book Online

holding his body stiff for her and flicking her clit. Nor would he until he’d taken every bit of her. She screamed his name, cried out, and he fucked her through his and her orgasm until she went lax, her essence flooding him, balls and thighs.
    Only then did he release her and let her fall forward over him. He eased out of her gently, dealt with the condom, and dragged the sheets over them. Oblivion beckoned.

Chapter Three
    “One thing I can tell you for sure, she’s not PHR,” Nathan announced as he walked into the kitchen the next morning. He closed the door carefully, hating that he had to even mention the name of the organization that liked to call itself the Perfect Human Race, but was nothing of the kind. In fact, the PHR was the enemy of every Talent on the planet, be they shape-shifter, vampire, or Sorcerer.
    Dalton glanced up from his seat at the table. “So you did fuck her, then?”
    Of course he’d know that. The energy they’d been putting out must have been off the scale.
    Nathan felt like driving his best friend’s teeth down his throat. He clenched his fist, then deliberately relaxed it. “Maybe.”
    “If you didn’t have a good time with your guest last night, a banshee visited us. That lady’s a screamer.”
    Dalton missed Nathan’s satisfied grin when he turned back to the coffeemaker. Nathan made sure he did. But he couldn’t stop the smile when he recalled her reactions to their midnight tryst.
    Dalton persisted. “I thought you didn’t like her. You despised her for lying to you, last I heard.”
    Having schooled his features into affability, Nathan faced his friend. “I don’t know. I have no idea why I did it, but I needed to right that minute. Maybe my dick’s bigger than my brain.” Shrugging as if last night meant little to him, he turned back to the counter.
    “Maybe it is. Or maybe the lady intrigues you. I haven’t seen you so twisted up over a woman for a long, long time.” Dalton sounded totally at ease, unlike Nathan’s edginess.
    “I read her.” Finally, after the second time, she’d opened up enough for him to confirm what he wanted to know. By then he didn’t care. He just wanted more of her luscious body, but when their thoughts merged, he knew for sure. She hadn’t known about him before she’d come to this house. His main annoyance was that someone had tracked him down here, in his refuge, but the house was safe for now from predatory females.
    “You read her deep enough to know for sure that she’s no threat?”
    “She’s mortal, and there’s none of the coldness and the calculation our enemies display. She’s a hot-tempered little thing.” His cock stirred when he considered exactly how hot-tempered she was.
    ”I thought she might be PHR. I don’t buy that she’d endanger her life just to meet the dance impresario, but PHR members are crazy. One of them would give the old blizzard a try in order to get us to herself. I locked my door and put a few alarms around. I didn’t want to be murdered in my sleep. But I trusted you, my friend.” Dalton leaned back and tucked his hands behind his head, stretching.
    Nathan raised a brow. “I guess there’s a first time for everything.”
    So Dalton had thought that too. With three Talents in the house, they’d be prime targets for the organization that regularly attacked their kind. “No.” The PHR knew how to control its members’ minds and trained them in hiding their thoughts.
    After a night of delicious discovery, Nathan was sure Kristen’s barriers were natural, probably inborn. If he’d wanted to, he could’ve broken through to a deeper level, but that would have hurt and bewildered her. No sense doing that when they were ships passing in the night. They passed a number of times, though. Just to make sure.
    “So where is she?”
    “Sleeping.” Nathan had woken her long enough to get her hot and bothered. Then he’d left her to dream about him and come downstairs for a quiet word with