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The door bangs shut in her whiskered face.
A red silk sheet drifts into the space from the bedroom, undulating like a kite. It wraps around Em and me like a cocoon, shielding us from view.
“Someone’s been practicing,” I tease him as I lean in for a quick kiss.
“That’s nothing,” he breathes.
And then our feet lift off the floor, and we float up toward the high ceiling. Em levitates the two of us until we’re next to the chandelier full of dangling crystals.
I can’t help but glance down, noting the disapproving looks the rest of my mates are giving us.
Em hums happily, seemingly unconcerned by them as he waves a hand and commands the red sheet to tie to either side of the brass chandelier arms, creating a soft swing. Floating through the air, he gently sets me into it, carefully wrapping my hands around either side.
“I’m impressed,” I tell him as he presses his body between my thighs.
His smile only widens as he snaps his fingers.
All of the candles that Tesq has lit float up and bob in the air around us like tiny man-made stars.
Em floats in closer, and I wrap my legs around his torso, leaning up to kiss him. Our lips brush, and our souls begin to mingle. I swear it almost feels as if Empty extends himself beyond Chase’s skin and enters mine, sending a shiver running across my entire body at once.
I’m hot and cold and delighted but filled with nervous butterflies. It’s so many things to feel at once, and I may just burst out of my skin.
I take my feelings out on Em, twisting a rough hand into his hair and yanking as I nip on his lower lip. I stop kissing and start devouring, leaning dangerously forward in my perch as I rake my nails down the back of his neck.
Pulling back, a bit breathless, utterly insatiable at this point, I order, “Undress.”
Em rips at his shirt, throwing it carelessly down. His shoes and socks drop off without his touch, his telekinesis at work. After he yanks off his pants and boxers in a single move, I expect him to throw them with the same disregard he showed his shirt, but he balls them up and pitches them right at Dev.
“Something for you to sniff, pup, while I fuck our mate.”
Dev growls beneath us and takes a threatening step forward, but Em just laughs and spins in midair as he strokes his cock, already long and thick, the deep-pink color of it several shades darker than his stomach.
I reach for it, but he glides backward, floating beyond my reach as he says, “Your clothes now, mistress.”
I take one hand from the swing and reach for the hem of my shirt, but the black material bunches up on its own, wrinkling until the bottom of my stomach is exposed.
“Allow me,” Em says.
And so, I simply lift both hands over my head and let Em drag my shirt off. He unclasps my bra, and it floats away, though neither of my items of clothing fall to the floor. Em leaves them hovering past the candles, out of our immediate view but also out of the reach of my other mates.
He’s taunting them.
I’m about to tell him to play nice when the seams of my pants rip, all the way up and down. The material on top of my thighs floats off, while the underside yanks at me, making me swing in midair until I lean to one side and let the fabric fly off.
“These I want to do by hand,” Em murmurs as he comes forward and drags his hand up my inner thigh before laying his palm directly over my panties.
His fingers are so warm that a spiral of need begins to spin inside my belly, circling until it makes me dizzy with lust.
His fingers stroke up and down along my slit as he leans in and kisses me gently. So gently that my eyes pop open and my head tilts.
I grab his shoulder, leaning back and studying his expression. “Chase?”
He nods, a soft and pleased expression on his face. “I can’t stay long… We’ll fall. But I had to kiss you.”
With a luminous, extravagant emotion blooming inside my chest, I lean forward and kiss him back—harder than before. He leans over me, and I end up halfway reclined in my silky hammock swing as his body hovers just above mine. The skin of our shins brushes together. Our thighs press against one another. His chest with its light smattering of hair grazes against mine.
And then, as if a gust of wind blew him away, the tone of the kiss changes. Chase is gone, and Em has returned. Slow, seductive kisses ply my lips apart, and the hand stroking over my panties increases its speed.
