Wordlessly, we moved through the shadows. Only one of us had to actually try to move silently though. My heart pounded in my ears, drowning me in an anxious percussion while sweat trailed down my spine causing me to shiver.

'What now?' I mouthed soundlessly, doing my best to contain my crumbling composure.

Atticus shrugged and I narrowed my eyes at him. I couldn't be surprised at this point, but the idea that we were in the 'wing-it' phase of our escape, once again, had me frustrated.

Unfortunately, absconding from Bill's cabin had left us without resources and wanted by more than one faction upset by our actions involving a certain reaper. So to the shadows, we stuck.

I moved further into a narrow alley, expecting the demon leading the way to push forward. Instead, he stood still as a stone before scanning the direction we had come from. Turning his focus to the corner ahead of us, his eyes narrowed, a small smirk appearing as he grabbed my wrist and rushed us forward.

Adrenaline spiking, I followed, praying I wouldn't stumble all over myself and give our position away. This was a checkpoint, of sorts, on our way to a relatively reliable contact and the fact that we were so close was making my unease suffocating.

Turning the corner, I steadied myself as the strong grip leading me disengaged. I watched as Atticus skidded forward on one foot to stick the toe of his boots into the heavy door that was attempting to close. Waving me forward, I joined him and we slipped in before letting the metal of the door and frame meet with a satisfying click. Inside the warehouse, only the dim security lights shone from the high ceilings. We crept forward steadily and headed towards the stairs that led up to the overseer's room. Hopefully, we would find the document our contact had requested in exchange for our stay at their safehouse.

Locked doorknobs quickly became busted and broken in our wake until we finally reached our destination. I made quick work of the filing cabinet as Atticus played look-out for me. The whole ordeal probably only lasted about half an hour- but amazingly, in those thirty minutes of our time there, two other people decided that this was their ideal break-in time.

Manila folder in hand, I froze as I heard 'shushing' and tiny snippets of a female voice. Blue eyes locked on my gray as we continued to hold still and strain our ears to the conversation taking place on the ground floor. After a moment, Atticus relaxed slightly, cocking his head in amusement. I studied his reaction as his superior hearing led him to risk looking out the central window of the elevated office space. When he finally turned back to me, he crooked his finger in my direction to indicate I should join him.

Crouching, I moved to the front of the room with him and poked my head up just enough to see the last thing I had expected. My heart raced for a whole new reason as I took in the half-naked couple below. A flurry of groping touches caused a sensual moan to leave the woman's lips as the man lifted her by her ass to set her on the table in the middle of the open space.

These people were really here, interrupting our covert theft mission, to get it on?

I looked to my partner in crime with incredulity. Amusement shone back at me before I noted the heat behind it. He's kidding, right?

The smirk, that formed so slowly it had to be intentional, was indicating otherwise. I rolled my eyes before catching movement in my peripheral vision. Glancing back at the lovers below, I felt my cheeks flush. They had found a rhythm that was causing steadily rising noises of approval to escape both of them.

After a moment of appreciation, I turned back to Atticus to see nothing but desire in his gaze, even as his eyes remained on me. Panicking, I looked to the door, mentally retracing our steps that would lead directly passed the erotic display unfolding before us. They might be preoccupied, but I wasn't willing to risk trying to sneak passed them when we could just wait it out.

Sighing, I gave a small smile to the waiting predator. It was all the confirmation he needed before slinking forward on his hands and knees to capture my lips. Breathing heavily, I pulled back. Being this close to the window was putting me on edge. Attempting to crawl towards the back of the room, a grip caught my ankle causing me to halt.

I looked back just in time to see the intensity in those electric blue eyes before long limbs climbed over me, trapping me belly down. Nimble fingers snaked up to wrap over my mouth as his lips reached my ears. "I want you to hear them," he whispered.

Body molding to mine, I felt his length rub against my backside causing me to moan into his hand. "Shh, you don't want us to get caught, do you?"

Blood rushed to my core as Atticus' breath cast over my ear with his low words. Determined fingers wrestled up my torso and under my layers until I felt his familiar wanting touch. A soft coo was easily dampened by the palm enveloping my face.

The same could not be said for the couple who instigated our change in plans. As enthusiasm built on the factory floor, so did it compound within the confines of the office space we occupied.

Rubbing against each other wasn't enough as attention shifted to quickly shedding crucial attire. The hungry fiend didn't even let me get up as he pulled my pants down to my calves. I felt his bare hardness meet my exposed flesh causing me to squirm in anticipation as Atticus resettled over me. "Fuck," he exhaled as he dipped into the wetness between my legs. "Oh, Ash, I didn't realize you had an 'exhibition' kink. We are definitely going to take advantage of this moving forward." He chuckled then as my hips pulsed back into him of their own accord. I didn't understand what he was going on about, but I wasn't in much of a position to hold a conversation.

As the woman below announced her orgasm, Atticus thrust into me. My moan was drowned out by the combination of flesh muting me and the way the acoustics of the lower level seemed to draw out the mystery woman's echos of pleasure.

Bodies flush, my demon stilled against me for a breathless moment before setting a steady rhythm. Noises of satisfaction tickled my ear like sweet nothings, causing my own arousal to mount.

It was hard to participate in this position, but I was possibly too distracted to care.

Increasing his pace, Atticus reached under my belly to lift my pelvis up from the floor. I had been thankful for the sweatshirt he had placed under me to keep my bare skin off the scratchy carpet, but this new angle had me testing the dampening effect of his hand.

Opening my mouth wide, I hooked my teeth up over his knuckle to bite down as the building pressure overflowed throughout my body and into his. Atticus spasmed within me before languidly settling us back down in a fluid motion. Draped over me, he shifted his hand to caress my lips. "That was-"

His musings were interrupted by a cacophony of sound from the lower level. We both bolted up to right ourselves as we peeked out the window. Apparently, the after-hours lovers were gearing up for round two and that required that they knock over supply boxes in their wake. The woman stifled a giggle, which made me shake my head. She certainly wasn't worried about being noisy five minutes ago...

Seeing her lover flaunt his readiness for another go, I dared a glance at the blue eyes waiting for me to give my undivided attention once more.

'No,' I mouthed, chuckling at the implication of following their lead. He didn't have to say a damn thing for me to understand his train of thought.

Atticus shrugged, 'We're stuck here.'

As he moved forward, encroaching my personal space, I neglected to move away. A small smile graced his features as he gave me a tempestuous kiss before lifting his lips to my ear. "Let's make it worth it."