Page 49 of Veil of Blood and Bone

“Audra—” I start.

Forest silences me with another searing kiss. “She’ll be fine.”

I want her to be. Oh, I want her to be fine, like I want this beast of a man to put his hands on me.

He growls, reacting to my unspoken demand. He hauls me into his arms and forces me to hold on tight to his neck as he maneuvers us toward the back of the store. The last bits of air in my lungs belong to him.

The flush travels from my cheeks all the way down my front and between my legs. My pussy throbs.

“You’re so receptive.” Forest lifts his thigh to the juncture of my legs.

He balances his foot on a shelf.

“I feel your heat,” he murmurs, bucking his leg until I clench to keep from sliding off. “You’re radiant.”

This is wrong. I’m acting like a horny teenager instead of a grown ass adult.

Forest slides his tongue inside my lips to taste me and I moan through the deepening kiss. I’m at work. He’s a stranger. I don’t know anything about him or where he came from, not to mention my sister is right there.

This is unprofessional and stupid.

Those things are overrated anyway.

But why can’t I stop?

Why do I grind myself to the steely hardness of his legs to increase the friction? The pressure on my clit sends spiraling waves of pleasure up through me.

“Yes, that’s it,” Forest urges. He kisses me hungrily, devouring me, obliterating common sense. “Use me for your desires.”

I break off and clamp down on my lower lip. It feels too good to call it quits now. And I have needs.

Like anyone else.

How long has it been since someone touched me? Long enough to have me lusting over two men in one day, apparently.

Forest growls and drags his hands across my breasts and down to my waist. He’s huge. Those fingers are long enough to touch along my spine with his thumbs on my hips.

Does he play professional football as well as cosplay? Because Jesus fuck.

How would those digits feel inside of me?

“Such a good girl.” He nips my earlobe.

I clench, the fabric of my underwear brushing against my clit, soaked through. He doesn’t need to dirty talk.

The scrape of his beard is sufficient.

“You like this, don’t you? Being in control? Using me for your pleasure.” Forest breathes me in. “You’ll like it even better when you come.”

He’s right. The playful tussle only added another level to the encounter. And the fact that I should not be doing this⁠—

I grit my teeth, my insides going tight, preparing for the final leap off the cliff. The orgasm is right there.

“Lose yourself, Helene.” His tone deepens, focused. “And think about how it would feel to have my mouth on you.”

Ah, jeez. The image does the trick. Breath quickening, I tangle my fingers in his hair, finding his braids and tugging.

I pull his head back, the flash of pain and pleasure mingling in his eyes heady. And I’m halfway tempted to rip my jeans off and have him prove it to me.