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Shortly after Levi had given Teague his acceptance earlier at the party, the drinking had really gotten started. He’d knocked back beer and whiskey and even the last of Larkin’s final cocktail—she’d had a fair few of those, so she was pretty tipsy.
She was also still intent on ignoring the tension that had throbbed between them all night. A tension he’d fed each time he’d teased her with wicked promises, none-too-casual touches, and telepathic images of the many things he wanted to do with and to her.
At no point had he given her a reprieve, determined to make her face that it was too late to try reversing back over platonic lines. They’d never manage it. They’d end up in bed together again sooner or later. It might as well be sooner, in his opinion.
Right then, she closed the front door but didn’t move away, her eyes on the wall-mounted clock. She was giving the others time to get back to their apartments before she tossed him out, Teague knew. Well, it would have looked strange to them if she’d refused to allow her boyfriend to stay over, wouldn’t it?
Finally, she turned to face him. “Now you.” She pointed at the door.
He pouted. “But I like it here. And you don’t really want me drinking and driving, do you?”
“I’ll call you a cab.”
He patted the sofa cushion. “I can sleep on this couch—you won’t even know I’m here.”
“No.”
“Just admit you don’t trust that you won’t seduce me while I’m asleep,” Teague dared, delighting in the long, suffering sigh she let out.
“Get moving, Sullivan,” she pushed, once more pointing at the door.
With a heavy exhale, Teague pushed to his feet. “Fine.” He prowled toward her, slow and purposeful, his demon so close to the surface as it eyed her like she were prey. “If you want me to go, I’ll go.” Reaching her, he towered over her, liking how nervous she looked. “Although I’m not so sure you truly do.”
She swallowed, averting her gaze. But that gaze flew back to him as it turned pure black, and a slight chill wafted over him.
Her demon trailed its finger along his jawline. “Let’s chip away at her stubbornness, shall we?” It palmed his nape, pulled his head down, and kissed him hard.
With a low growl, he wrapped its braid around his fist as he kissed the demon back. Their tongues tangled. Their teeth gnashed. Their hearts pounded almost in sync.
His cock hardening, Teague backed the entity into the wall and caged it there with his lower body. Its fingers dug almost painfully into his sides as it arched into him, all but eating at his mouth. But then it stopped.
Teague opened his eyes and found Larkin staring back at him. Their mouths barely touching, he winged up a brow. “Well, am I going or am I staying?” he asked, his voice thick.
She muttered a curse, gripped his hair, and then latched her lips fully on to his.
Taking that for the answer it was, he closed his hand around her breast as they kissed like goddamn savages. There was no restraint, no hesitancy, no attempt at finesse. Just an explosion of need and hunger and desperation.
Pulling back, he peeled off her dress in one fluid movement. As she tackled her bra, he dropped to his knees, caught the waistband of her underwear, and then roughly dragged them down. Inhaling deeply, he nuzzled her pussy. “I swear the scent of your need could make me high.” He lifted her leg, planted her foot on his shoulder, and then dived right in.
Her taste bounded into his system, sweet and warm and spicy. He couldn’t get enough of it. As if it latched on to him with claws.
He sank his tongue inside her over and over, pausing occasionally to swipe it between her slick folds. His scalp stung from the death grip she had on his hair, but he didn’t care. Didn’t care about anything but gorging on her taste and making her come. So he kept licking and stabbing, loving how she bore down on his tongue as if desperate to have it deeper inside her.
When he sensed she was close to coming, he wrapped his lips around her clit and suckled gently. She gasped, arching into his mouth, her thigh muscles trembling. He shoved two fingers inside her.
And she fractured.
Feeling her tight inner walls ripple around his fingers made Teague groan. He wanted to feel them around his dick. Needed it. Now.
Withdrawing his fingers from her pussy, he lowered her foot back to the floor and then shot to his feet. He tore open his fly with a snarl. “I’m gonna fuck you so hard.” His cock jutted out, aching and throbbing. Her glazed eyes dropped to it, and she licked her lips.
Too intent on getting inside that pussy, he didn’t give her a few seconds to recover from her orgasm. He gripped her ass, lifted her, and pressed her body against the wall. She’d barely had the chance to wrap her legs around his hips before he slammed her down on his cock.
