I can’t hold back another moment. I crash into her, claiming her mouth in a possessive kiss, my hands sliding up her shirt, palms skimming over her nipples. She moans into my mouth and arches against me, tightening her grip on my horns, stroking them, and…fuck, she feels so good. Tastes so good. I’m hard in an instant, three seconds from tearing off yetanotherset of shorts and panties—
“Draegan’s gone,” Auggie says, barging back into the room. “Left for a meeting with—oh. Sorry. Am I interrupting?”
“Yes,” I growl, at the same time Westlyn says, “Not if you’re naked.”
I shake my head and give her neck a playful bite. Then, rolling off her to glance at Auggie, “What meeting?”
“A new building inspector downtown—something about the hotel acquisition. Said he wasn’t sure how long it would take, but we shouldn’t wait up.”
“That’s it?” I ask.
“Well, he also wanted me to convey the message that he’d personally clip our wings if either of us touched Westlyn—and I quote—in any depraved or salacious manner detrimental to her recovery.”
“What if my so-called recovery requires being touched in a salacious manner?” She grins, another devious sparkle lighting up her eyes. “If it’s what Ineed, and my gargoyles refuse to touch me, I’ll have no choice but to take matters into my own hands.”
I exchange a look with Augs, and we both laugh. “Is that supposed to be a threat, darling?”
“You tell me,” she says with a shrug. Then she closes her eyes, one hand sliding up the front of her T-shirt, the other slipping beneath the waistband of her shorts, her mouth parting on a soft moan as her hand begins to work in slow circles…
Fucking. Hell.
I try to watch her, to see it all the way through, but I can’t go another moment without touching her, and judging from the massive cock tenting his loincloth, I’m pretty sure Auggie feels the same way.
I strip off my loincloth, grab her hands, and roll back on top of her, shoving my thigh between hers, grinding it against her wet heat.
“Jude,” she breathes. “You’ll… you’ll mess up my pedicure.”
“I’ll give you another one.” I wrap a hand around her throat, trailing another path of blazing hot kisses to her ear. In a dark whisper, I say, “You’re a naughty little thing, darling, teasing me and Auggie like that. I don’t give a fuck about your pretty toenails now, and you’ve only yourself to blame. All I care about now is stuffing your dirty mouth with my cock while Auggie rails you from behind until all three of us are coming so fucking hard, we break the bed. Unless, of course, you think such depravity would be detrimental to your recovery?”
“No, Jude.” Westlyn smiles, already wriggling out of her clothing. “I’m pretty sure such depravity would just about cure me.”
Chapter Twelve
AUGUSTINE
Never one to stand on ceremony, I don’t wait for a formal invitation.
One look into my witchling’s hungry eyes, and I’m already getting naked and climbing into that bed.
Draegan’s bed, I remind myself.
“The old man’s gonnalovethis.” I laugh, sliding in behind her and tossing his precious pillows to the floor.
“It’s for a good cause.” Westlyn rises to her knees, pushing Jude onto his back and settling herself between his thighs. “He wants me to recover, right?”
I nod. “Oh, absolutely. Aboveallelse—he made that perfectly clear.”
“See? You guys are actually following orders for change. He’ll be thrilled.”
“Not as thrilled as we are, trust me.” I wrap my hands around her hips, positioning myself for a perfect view of her backside, dark waves tumbling down her back as she leans forward, slowly sliding her hands up Jude’s muscular thighs, his cock bobbing beneath her mouth.
She doesn’t take it, though. Not yet. Just drags her tongue along the shaft, then blows a soft breath over the tip, making him shudder.
It’s an epic tease, because then she’s rising up on her knees again, reaching behind her head to grip my horns as I gather her hair in my fist and kiss the back of her neck.
Touching her again, holding her, breathing in her scent… Fuck, it’s the only thing that can chase away all the horrors of the other night—the filth of that house, the blood and gore, the fire, the crash. I would live through it a thousand times over if it meant I could come home to this every night. Home to her.
Tracing delicate swirls with my tongue, I drag my mouth from one shoulder to the other, then back up her neck, her jaw, finally settling near her ear, sucking her soft lobe between my lips. She arches her back and breathes out a sigh of pure pleasure, and I curve my tail around, sliding it between her thighs and gently flicking her clit.
