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Phillip’s gorgeous eyes gleamed in the very little light, his mouth lifting slightly much like a criminal’s would. “He’ll be out there until I kill the bastard. No sense in halting life as we know it. Today’s your day.” His eyes sparkled devilishly. “You only turn eighteen once.”
I leaned back on straight arms, curious. “What age did you stop aging?”
Clearly not expecting to be asked, Phillip quieted and hummed low in his chest. Then he took a seat beside me with one leg bent and resting on the other. “About twenty-five or so. No real way to know for sure when the immortality kicks in. One day you’ll just notice you haven’t got any wrinkles and you’re sixty.”
I stole a glance at him, but looked away when his gorgeous smile nearly made me ask for something ridiculously inappropriate as a present. “I’m easy. I don’t care what we do. Honestly, we can just keep heading the way we’re going. It’s just another year, right?”
The sultry tease reached up and tucked the hair hanging along the side of my face behind my ear. “I don’t know about that.”
It was tough to breathe with him touching me, so I didn’t. I kept my eyes straight ahead, desperately working to quiet my body’s reactions.
Tonight was the first time he stared at me like this. At least since our kiss in front of the Shadow Goblin entrance. Like he wanted to see me stripped down and begging. And I couldn’t figure out what I wanted to do. Did I go for it? Just ask him if he’d satisfy my urge to have him in bed? I was an adult now. I could ask for it. Sex between two consenting adults, plenty of people did it. Granted, with Phillip, it could get complicated if we did it more than we already had.
Not that it wasn’t already complicated.
Sure, I wasn’t really the type to go into some ambiguous sexual relationship, but I also didn’t really know who I was these days. I could be the type who just sexed up an attractive older man whenever the urge hit, and then put the rest of my energy into fighting bad guys. I could do that. I could be that girl.
Or could I?
I nearly died, and any day I could be facing death again. It was only a matter of time. In our line of work, almost a guarantee. With a target on my back, even more so. I wanted to live my life. I wanted to do everything I wanted to do, and I wanted to do it right now.
For some reason, I kissed Phillip after coming out of a sleeping death. For some reason, I worried about never seeing him again. He was all I thought about since I opened my eyes after nearly dying from poison. Did I really want to wait for clarity? Was that important anymore when every day could be my last? Did I want to waste precious time conflicted about right and wrong?
What are you waiting for, V? Just ask him already.
“Hey,” I started, turning towards the other Hunter, but Phillip’s face was already so close that the words instantly faded away to silence.
Phillip grabbed me around the back of my neck, his other hand skimming along the front of my throat. “Is this okay?”
I opened my mouth, but the way his hand moved down my lengthened throat turned all my clever words into soft moans.
Phillip’s eyes danced across my face before the other Hunter shifted closer, fingers firmly gripping, and his mouth ghosted over mine. “Tell me this is what you want, V,” the older Hunter whispered against my lips, and I gasped, a shivery sensation spider-walking down my back. “Because I’m really struggling here.”
He’s struggling?
I stiffened with another brush of his lips. If I so much as leaned forward, we’d kiss. And I wanted to. I wanted to lean forward and take control. But instead, I took hold of his straining biceps with both hands, anchoring myself to him. “It’s a bad idea.”
Phillip’s laughing breath painted my lips. “No kidding.”
“We’re going to regret it.”
His chest strained under thin fabric when I let my gaze stray. “No doubt.”
“But a girl only turns eighteen once,” I teased, breathless and waiting.
Just do it.
Phillip’s hands tightened around my throat, and the sensation went straight to my hips. It was a hold that kept me in place and under his command, though he needn’t bother. I was his, and I was so damn turned on I might feel encouraged to tell the other Hunter I was. But something told me my clever partner already knew everything.
We stayed barely an inch apart, lips brushing lightly enough to tease. But when I was ready to give in and say something else, Phillip’s mouth hungrily tasted mine and his low, guttural groan reverberated between us.
Then it was a race to undress.
Hands clawing, fabric tearing, hot mouths seeking each other like all we wanted to do was just swallow the other person whole. Even with how fast we moved, it didn’t feel quick enough.
Phillip lifted me under the rear when I climbed onto his lap, and I eagerly locked my legs around his hips as he stood up. Our kiss veered on feral before he twisted and I was sandwiched between the larger Hunter and the mattress. I grasped and scratched along his back, my mouth moving against his with a passion I’d sat on for weeks. With a needy groan, Phillip expertly sunk thick fingers inside of me and cleverly pleasured my legs apart.
Back bowed, I groaned his name. “Hold on,” I pleaded, helplessly edging towards orgasm too fast for my liking.
