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“Damn right it is,” I growled in her ear.
“Faster. I know you’re holding back. Don’t. Take me like you need to.”
The bookcase shook, rocking as my thrusts grew wild. She fluttered around me, and I knew she was just as close as I was.
“Touch yourself, Sunny. Rub your clit and make yourself come on my cock.”
She snaked her hand between us and began, her walls tightening, even more wetness flooding me in response to her touch. Books fell to the floor with loud thumps, but I didn’t stop. I couldn’t. My climax was racing up my spine with the force of a freight train, and I wasn’t going to be able to do a damn thing until it reached its destination.
Her breath hitched as her inner muscles clamped down hard, milking my cock as she came with a scream. I drove home, my orgasm hitting me and sending my hips pistoning faster and harder. With an ominous creak, the bookshelf began going over, but I didn’t give one single fuck. I wrapped my arms around Sunday and rolled so I took the brunt of the fall.
The maneuver had me twisting inside her, sending over another wave of her climax and setting me even deeper as my back hit the fallen shelves.
“Jesus, fuck, Alek.”
I grinned up at her, not capable of speech in that moment.
The sound of slow clapping reached our ears, filling me with enough energy to sit up and protectively curl my body around Sunday’s.
“Now that’s just about the most entertaining thing I’ve seen in over a century.” The ghost floated a few inches off the ground, her spectral form shimmering in the soft light. “Well done, you two. Bravo.” Fuck, spirits creeped me out, but I wasn’t going to tell Sunny that.
Sunday pressedher forehead against my shoulder, her back shaking with suppressed laughter.
“Get away, you perverted ghost. You weren’t invited to watch.”
She shrugged. “If you’re going to bump uglies in a library, you’re inviting everyone to watch. Let me know next time, and I’ll bring some friends.”
The spirit vanished, leaving nothing but a chill in the air. I carefully lifted Sunday off me, not wanting to leave her warm body, but also not ready to risk anyone else seeing her like this.
I pulled my bloodied shirt off my back, offering it to her with a chagrined smile. “Uh... it’s not exactly clean, but it’ll keep prying eyes off you.”
She laughed. “If I was worried about being clean, I’m pretty sure I wouldn’t have just done all that with you.”
“Good to know you don’t mind getting a little dirty.”
As she pulled my shirt on, my cock gave an approving twitch at the sight of her soft curves filling out the too-big cotton. She peeked over at me, pink tingeing her cheeks as she admitted, “I also don’t mind an audience. You know, for the record.”
I tucked that away, raising a brow. “Do you want me to invite the ghost back?” Gods, I hoped not, but I’d suck it up for her.
She shook her head with a small smile. “No. I prefer my voyeurs to be among the living.”
“And do you prefer they only watch...”
“They can participate,” she whispered. “If it’s—”
“One of your men,” I supplied.
She bit her bottom lip and nodded. “Is that weird?”
I gestured to my cock, already back at attention. “Does it look like I mind?”
“Vikings,” she said, hunger in her gaze. “You’re resilient fuckers.”
“With massive... appetites.”
“I’ll say.” She licked her lips. “Maybe we should go somewhere more... comfortable for round two?”
I smirked. “There’s going to be a round two?”
“Absolutely, but not until we shower. Then brace yourself, handsome, because I’m planning on going at least seven rounds with you.”
A possessive thrill raced through me at her words. I wanted nothing more than to spend the day buried inside her.
I glanced at the library, well, the rubble remaining. Gesturing to the scorch mark on the floor and the pile of ash that used to be a demon, I asked, “Should we talk about... this?”
She turned to look behind her, giving a little shrug. “I mean... what’s there to talk about? We’re just students. The people in charge are the ones who have to deal with the aftermath. But if you think we need to, we can do that just as easily in bed.”
I wanted to tell her the demon was clearly after her. To remind her the staff had been completely useless. But now wasn’t the time. This conversation needed to happen, but I’d require backup. Kingston, Moira, perhaps even the priest. Sunday was in danger, and if keeping her in bed with me meant she’d stay safe...
My cock and I would valiantly make that sacrifice.
