And I was magick.
And here in Midnight, in the place I should’ve feared more than any other, I’d never felt more at home.
* * *
As soon as I emerged from the bathroom, a pair of strong arms encircled me, dragging me into a nearby closet full of musty old cloaks and a long-forgotten suit of armor.
The scent of campfire and lemons was a dead giveaway, even before his fingers started sneaking past the petals of my dress.
“Jax!” I breathed. “What the hell are youdoing?”
His reply came low and raspy in my ear, making me shiver. “You thought you could parade around looking like this and expect me to keep my hands off you tonight?”
“I figured the whole risking-our-lives, one-man-short, dangerous-blood-heist-in-a-castle-full-of-armed-soldiers thing would put your dick on ice—at least for afewhours.”
“Not happening, angel,” he murmured, his kisses growing as urgent as his touch. “I’lldieif I don’t taste you.”
He finally found his way between my thighs, fingers gliding over my exposed clit.
“Jax, I… Oh,fuck,” I breathed, clutching his arm. “Why are you so good at… at being theworst?”
“Because youlovethe worst. The more important question is… Why the fuck aren’t you wearing panties?”
“You kept ruining mine, so I solved the problem by removing the temptation.”
“You’ve merely created anewproblem, angel.”
He slid two fingers inside me, a slow, delicious thrust that left me trembling, but just when it started to feelreallyfucking amazing, he pulled out, then reached for the stake strapped to my thigh, freeing it. Beneath the silky fabric, he ran the tip up along my thigh to my hip bone, then slid it across to the other one before dipping lower. Lower.
Lower still.
He grazed my clit, then dropped to his knees and pushed open the panels of silk, baring me.
I was powerless to do anything but sigh as he worked his sinful brand of magick, one touch, one kiss at a time.
With the very stake I’d used to paralyze the bloodsuckers who’d attacked me at Saints and Sinners the first night I’d met him, the demon traced delicate patterns on my skin, then followed with his tongue, each stroke burning like a magick rune.
“Do you trust me?” he whispered.
“Are you serious? Fuck no!”
“Good girl.”
“Jax, wait. I don’t think we should be… I’m… Oh, well that’s just…sonot fair.”
He licked my clit, then sucked it between his teeth, giving it a teasing nibble before pulling back and drawing another soft circle with the stake.
“I’m going to make you come,” he said. “But there’s a catch.”
“I don’t… care…” I panted, fisting his hair. “Whatever it is. Just… don’t stop.”
“You can’t sing for me tonight, angel. You can’t make a sound or we’ll be discovered, and our whole plan will be shot to hell.”
“Maybe you should’ve thought of that before you dragged me into the closet and—”
He tapped my clit with a light slap, then descended, his mouth and breath and tongue licking and teasing, pushing me closer, then pulling back to draw more maddening strokes with the stake until I was so wound up I worried I might actually explode, nothing left but a pile of black silk petals to mark my passing.
“Jax,” I breathed, and he slid his tongue across my clit once more, then thrust his fingers inside, fucking me right into oblivion as I held my breath and shuddered against his face, not making a sound.
