“Get towhat, exactly?” I slide my hands higher up her thighs, thumbs brushing beneath her shorts to scrape against the lace of her panties, just over her clit. She’s hot and wet for me, every touch unleashing another gasp of pleasure.
“That,” she breathes. “Exactly that.”
“I think that’s a wise course of action, witchling.”
“Don’t make me wait. I need you inside me, Auggie. Now.”
With that delicious demand ringing in my ears, I don’t waste time tearing off clothes—hers or mine. I merely free my cock from beneath the loincloth, shove her short-shorts and lace panties to the side, and fuckingclaimher with a thrust so hard and deep, we’re both moaning at the intensity of it.
Once I’m fully inside her, I go still for a beat, pulling her upper body close against mine, breathing in the scent of her skin, listening to the steady beats of her heart.
She slides her hands into my hair, glancing up at me with so much adoration in her eyes it nearly undoes me.
“I love you, Augustine,” she whispers. “So much.”
I open my mouth to reply, but West doesn’t let me. She closes the distance between us, her lips crashing into mine in a hungry, devouring kiss I feel all the way to the tip of my tail. I kiss her back, marking her, claiming her, tasting every bit of her, of this moment.
It’s hot and sweet and dirty and delicious, everything at once, my hands tangling into her hair, her fingers wrapped tight around my horns, thighs gripping my hips as I fuck her hard and fast on the countertop, one perfect thrust at a time.
The wet, silken heat of her body centers me in a moment so divine, I’d be damned lucky if itwasmy last.
Because hell, what a fucking way to go.
But after every deep stroke comes the next, and the next, and a flurry of hot and gasping breaths in my ear, fists tightening in my hair, hips bucking wildly, coffee-flavored kisses and shuddering wings and black-and-silver waves slipping loose from a bun and curling down over nipples begging to be sucked, and I’m still here.
Alive.
I take one of those perky pink nipples between my lips, rolling the other between claw-tipped fingers, my tail wrapping around to graze her clit as I slide in and out, harder, faster, my beautiful witchling begging for more, my body powerless to do anything but give it to her.
There’s one more moment then, a pause in the beautiful chaos when we both stop and our gazes lock and something deep and vast and downright fucking mystical passes between us.
Panting, I brush the fallen hair from her face and smile, whispering against her lips.
“I love you too, witchling. I’ve loved you since the very start, and I’ll continue to love you for every moment we’ve got left in this life, and every moment in the next.That’swhat you hold on to now.That’swhat you keep in your heart when everything else feels like it’s falling apart around you.”
She smiles back at me and touches my face with her fingertips, delicate and perfect, everything about her so warm and precious and real it feels like the only thing I’ve ever really known, and then all at once her body tightens around me and she’s arching back and trembling with the force of her release, pulling me right down with her.
I spiral and spin and fall into the depths of oblivion as I come inside her, thrusting once more, twice, a final epic shudder before I lift her off the counter, wrap her up in my wings, close my eyes, and breathe her in.
Just fucking breathe.
Chapter Twenty-Eight
AUGUSTINE
I could’ve stayed inside her forever, holding her close and drowning in her scent, but I’m only granted a few minutes of this bliss before we hear the car pulling up the driveway.
I give her one last soft, lingering kiss, then set her down and help her clean up, smoothing her hair and clothes back into place mere seconds before the boys descend, arms laden with groceries and wine, the mood celebratory.
Draegan is with them, his smile as bright as Jude’s and Rook’s.
There was a time when that would’ve been unusual, but being with West… It’s changed us all for the better.
“Don’t tell me we missed the best meal of the night,” Jude says, dropping the bags on the counter to sweep her up in his arms, attacking her face with kisses. “Damn, you taste good, scarecrow.”
“You didn’t miss anything.” She laughs, meeting my eyes over his shoulder and flashing an adorable wink. “We were just… getting started, actually.”
“I like the sound of that,” Draegan leans in to kiss her lips, probably hoping for more, but she darts away from him in a fit of laughter.
