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“Yes. And that army is out looking for you.”
I shivered and rubbed my arms with my palms, even though it hadn’t gotten any cooler. “Why didn’t you tell me earlier?”
He turned me around to face him, my back on the railing. “I had it under control, and I didn’t want to worry you or distract you. You tend to hyper-focus on things, and I didn’t want to give you the wrong thing to fixate on.”
“I guess I do.” I’d been hyper-focused on controlling my magic; I needed to go from beginner to pro to cast that spell when I finally found the sword. “What else did you learn?” I wanted to know it all. I felt as if every unturned stone would contribute to my downfall.
“Dean recently made a powerful friend, someone everyone’s terrified of. They wouldn’t even mutter his name, but I can only assume it’s a wizard. A lone wizard, not part of the WEC.”
“All this time,” I said, “I never questioned Dean’s past. By the time we met, he lived in a nicely furnished mid-town apartment. He had a nice car too. I didn’t suspect anything for so long.”
“Let’s stop talking about your ex.” Eamon made a disgusted face.
“He’s not my ex!” I exclaimed hotly. “Not really. It was Mother in another body, so it doesn’t count.” I made an exaggerated gagging noise. “I’m glad I never slept with him.”
He frowned. “You didn’t? But you lived with him.”
I rolled my eyes. “Just because I lived with him doesn’t mean we did it. I guess I didn’t make this clear when I explained my situation. I thought Dean was just old-fashioned and wanted to wait for marriage. But—” I burst out laughing.
“What’s so funny?”
“If Amrita had slept with me in Dean’s body, and she’d thought of me as her future body, does that make it anachronistic masturbation?” I dissolved into a fit of giggles before sobering suddenly. “I hope you don’t think I just end up in bed with every man who offers me a place to stay.”
“Of course not,” he said. “I’m just irresistible.” He waggled his brows.
I snorted and hit him on the chest with my hand. Ugh, why couldn’t he be serious for more than a few minutes? “Irresistible? More like incorrigible.”
“Same thing.” He pulled me up onto my tiptoes and kissed me, stealing the comeback I had on my lips.
The problems that had been plaguing me dissolved as he continued to turn my knees into jelly. The firm slide of his tongue on mine had me squeezing my legs together. My breath hitched, and I clung tightly to his shoulders. Eamon had this effect on me every time, making me squirm and ache for something only he could give.
I could barely stand by the time he finally released my lips. His large hands spanned my waist, holding me up.
When I finally caught my breath, I leaned into him and said, “See. It’s because I want you, not because I feel I have to.” God, I wanted him so much. I could never get enough of him, and it was important to me that he knew.
“Oh, I know.” He smirked. “You couldn’t resist the big demon D.”
“Ugh! You’re terrible.” I shoved at him.
“Or,” he said with a lick of his lips, “maybe you want me because I can do this.”
A tendril of smoke reached toward me, going right through my clothes and stroking the curve of my hip. It phased through my clothes but was extremely solid where it touched me.
“Turn around, little witch, and put your hands on the railing,” he whispered hoarsely into my ear as he squeezed my ass with the smoky limb.
A shudder ran through me as I did what he’d instructed. I stared out at the city as his rough hand wrapped around me to hold me firmly by the throat, pulling me back against his steely body. His other hand landed on the railing, over mine.
We were on the top floor, and though this building wasn’t the tallest building around, to anyone watching, it just looked like we were embracing on the balcony. Only we knew what was happening.
He touched me right through my clothes with his exploratory tendril of smoke as if my garments weren’t even there, cupping my breasts and tweaking my nipples until I gasped. I closed my eyes, my breathing getting shallower as he explored me with ghostly appendages.
Another see-through tentacle slid up my inner thigh as Eamon kicked my knees apart and pulled my ass back so that my forearm rested on the bar, and we looked down over the city. I was glad these railings were tall and there was no threat of me tumbling over. The bustling metropolis below didn’t hold my attention for long, as he gave my nipples a pinch, bringing my attention back to him, and us.
“Good girl,” he rumbled, his breath hot on my ear.
The tendril on my thigh slid up to cover my mound and parted my lips, questing and searching for my clit. It latched onto the little nub with something that felt like a sucker on a tentacle. I inhaled sharply, not expecting it. Suckers were new.
“Just a couple enjoying the evening air on their balcony,” Eamon said quietly. “Nothing naughty happening at all.”
