“Does that feel good, witchling?” I murmur, teasing her entrance with the tip, then giving her clit another tap.
“Yes,” she whispers. “I love how you touch me.”
I cup her breasts, tugging her nipples to stiff peaks. The scent of her desire flares, stirring my cock to painful attention, and suddenly I’m remembering the first night she came to us.
She was terrified and alone after fleeing the wedding, running away from everyone she ever knew. But there was something so fierce about her, too—an inner fire that refused to be dimmed.
I felt an inexplicable connection from the moment I saw her walking down the aisle. But somewhere along the path from that very first night, to her annoying lectures about food quality, to seeing her with her birds, to watching her learn to stand up for herself and speak her mind to someone as downright intimidating as Draegan, to helping her unravel the mysteries of her past… that initial connection blossomed into something so much deeper.
That first night? Hell yeah, I fantasized about her. About kissing her lush mouth, bending her over the counter, and taking her in all the hot, delicious ways she’d have me.
But I never would’ve thought we’d end up here. Not just the physical part, as amazing as that is.
But the other parts.
She just… she feels like one of us. She belongs here.
And the idea that anyone woulddaretry to take that away from us—to shatter this bond—fills me with an icy, dreadful darkness that could very well consume me and anyone in my path.
But no. They didn’t take her. Draegan and the ravens made sure of that. Westlynherselfmade sure of that, the little badass.
I bury my face in her hair, once again inhaling her scent, her presence, drowning out my fears and centering myself inthismoment,thisfeeling.
This indescribable pleasure.
Slowly, I guide her back down on her hands and knees, and she skims her palms up Jude’s thighs again, pressing a soft kiss to the base of his cock, then working her way to the tip with a trail of featherlight kisses.
“You’re bloodykillingme, darling,” Jude practically purrs, threading his hands into her hair and gripping it tight, but letting her set the pace.
Slow. Excruciating.
Fucking perfect.
I lean back on my knees, fisting my cock and enjoying the show as she dips her head and takes him partway into her mouth.
They both moan at the contact, and I imagine her hot little tongue swirling around his flesh, her lips gliding over him, her warm breath tickling his skin.
“You like being shared, don’t you?” I say softly, and she lets out another moan of pleasure. “Maybe we should call Rook.”
She drags her head up, releasing Jude’s cock just long enough to say, “Rook’s busy working.”
But I can tell from the breathiness in her tone, from the surge of desire in her scent… West would love nothing more than having her bookish gargoyle join the party.
I trace the tips of my claws lightly across the soft globes of her ass and down the backs of her thighs, making her shudder. “I’m pretty sure we could convince the illustrious president of the World’s Sexiest Nerds club to take a study break. All in the name of your recovery, of course.”
She and Jude both go still beneath me, silent, and for a minute I worry I’ve pushed her too far.
But then…
“Actually…” She turns to look at me over her shoulder, a devious smile cresting on her face. “I’ve got a better idea, if you guys are game?”
* * *
Fifteen minutes later, I’ve got the lighting arranged perfectly and my favorite high definition video camera set up on the tripod, perfectly positioned to capture absolutelyeverything.
Award-winning cinematography right here, folks. Yes, I’m already writing the Academy acceptance speech in my mind.
“Oy.” Jude snaps his fingers and points at the camera. Still sprawled out with his head at the end of the bed with Westlyn kneeling between his legs, he says, “Make sure you angle that thing to get my good side, Augs.”
