Page 58 of Veil of Night & Flames

“Hmm,” he says, with a frustrating note of humor edging his voice. “Am I the goose or the gander?”

“I have no idea what that means,” I say, then tilt my head as I study his face. “You really don’t mind him knowing?”

“I do not,” he says, taking a strand of my hair and running it through his fingers. “Think of me while he’s inside you. Remember that you are mine, too.”

I swallow, the words turning me on even though I know they shouldn’t. “I will,” I whisper.

“I’m very glad to hear that. Because I wanted to ask something of you.”

“Oh?” I shift and prop myself up on an elbow to see him better. “What?”

“Again?” he asks, then captures me in a kiss when I nod and laugh as he eases me back, his cock hard against my thigh.

After, I curl up against him on a blanket he’d conjured at some point I don’t even recall.

I snuggle closer, sated and content. And, yes, a little guilty.

Not enough to move, though. Not enough to say anything.

Just enough that when Chase’s face surfaces in my mind, I let it stay there for a second instead of pushing it down. He’s probably off killing something, not thinking of me at all. Just about the hunt.

And if he is thinking of me, he’s probably picturing me hanging out with Tia and Riley. He told me to have a good time, after all, and he meant it.

So no need for guilt, right? Because I’m definitely having a good time here in my closet in the arms of a king who is not my boyfriend.

That’s probably not what Chase meant, though…

Adric shifts behind me, just a fraction, and I wonder if he heard the thought.

“Beloved.”

I melt a bit from the way he says it. Three syllables with that sexy depth, and I can’t help but sigh. Then his thumb finds the place at the underside of my nipple that makes my breath catch, and he stays there, teasing me with small, slow circles.

“You’re insatiable.”

“One of my finer qualities.”

I force myself not to laugh. “Yeah, but you don’t need to sleep. I do.” All true, but I’m having a hard enough time convincing myself, much less him. “Plus, I have a chemistry quiz tomorrow.”

“Mm.”

“At nine.”

“Are we not studying chemistry very, very diligently?” he asks with his lips kissing my throat before moving lower, and then lower still to draw in my sensitive nipple as I moan and feel the languorous, sex-drunk parts of my body perk up yet again.

“One more,” he says. “Then I go.”

He hooks a finger under my chin and tilts my face up to his, mischief and passion dancing in those eyes.

“You talked me into it,” I say, sliding my arms around him and tilting my head back for a kiss. “One more time. Tonight, anyway. But I was thinking…”

He quirks a single brow, a look that is maddeningly sexy. “Yes?”

“Maybe you could come here tomorrow night, too. I mean, so long as you’re not breaking any rules, we might as well keep each other company while Chase is out of town.”

“My love,” he says, “I can think of no better way to pass the time.”

This time, it’s slow and gentle, and when the last remnants of yet another very lovely orgasm fade, he blows me a kiss, the beach disappears, and I’m alone in my closet, the denim of my hanging jeans brushing my shoulder in a way that makes me think of Chase’s soft kisses. I stay for a moment, waiting for guilt. But it doesn’t come. Somehow, without conscious thought, I’ve made my decision.