AllFreeNovel
Share Us
"Or pussy," he teased, and I could feel his cock twitch in impatience.
That made me giggle before I added, "Leave my chocolate alone. It's rare for you to get me some."
"If you asked, I'd bring some every week."
"Nah. That would lead to sex and it's hard enough to keep away from you when you're always stalking me," I pointed out. "Which reminds me, what's this about you doing a little clean up in front of my locker room earlier?"
"Now who told you that, Sugar?" he inquired.
"Who else?" I offered and leaned over to his glass of red wine. I leaned it forward, enough for my lips to lock onto the rim of the glass while allowing me a taste of the dry bitterness. "I don't get why you like this bitter shit."
"Just like I don't understand how you survive drinking that sweet shit." He laughed and took a long sip of the red liquid, leaving the last bit for me to finish off. Once I did, he carried on.
"Viktor's nosey as hell."
"It's his job, remember?" I offered and finished my own glass before conjuring a jolt of magic to lower the glasses to the coffee table with the invisible force of levitation.
"You're getting better at that," he praised while his bulky arms wrapped around my waist and pulled me right against his chest. "The crazy bitch teaching you?"
"Aurelia," I corrected, but didn't have the energy to scold him, "is teaching me. She thinks I could potentially try again at being accepted in the witch coven but I'm not going to bother. No need for disappointment and belonging to a community that despises me. They only accept Aurelia because she's a Clementine and practically owns them."
"Money speaks," he declared. "Which isn't a problem in your department either."
"True, but I want to prove I'm accepted in a community versus pulling out the papers that run this fucked-up world. I've never been one to cheat unless forced."
"That's one of the reasons why I enjoy you," he quietly commented.
"Aside from my addictive pussy?" I suggested.
"Aside from that," he assured me with a very tender kiss.
Onyx was always a little more passionate when he had alcohol in his system. It was why he drank before we fucked on most occasions. It allowed him to be less of a rough bastard.
Without it, the sex would be wild, and I would be incapable of going to work for at least a day or two.
I turned my head enough to reward him with a soft kiss, which led to a deeper one until we were kissing hungrily. He tugged at my bottom lip and kissed me hard until we took a break to breathe.
We were drawing this out on purpose, the night still young as the clock struck midnight.
"What happened on your way home?" he brought up again.
"The usual," I casually replied, my eyes staring forward at the large floor-to-ceiling windows that gave us the perfect view of the skyline and massive full moon. It was one of the sights that made this penthouse cost triple the price - especially for a human and not a wolf shifter.
"Who jumped you this time?" He got to the point, which obviously confirmed what I already knew.
"How were you able to get my chocolate, wine for both of us, and look sexy as fuck in my house when you were lurking around watching those fuckers try to get the better of me?"
I didn't need to see his face to imagine the pleasure my acknowledgment delivered to the hard lines of his face. He nestled his head against my neck, sucking my flesh to make me arch my back as a moan left my lips.
"Moan like that again," he muttered before sinking his teeth into my flesh. He didn't need to even ask as the sultry sound echoed around us as it escaped my throat. My eyes fluttered closed as the warmth in my body rippled and spread.
I loved when we got sidetracked by our hearty desires, the need to be lost in one another far greater than sole conversation. It made it hard to remember where we left off, but neither of us gave a fuck.
There was always time for communication, though he had better luck getting words out of me now before our heated theatrics of passionate sex.
He moved the sucking kisses all over my neck and then to my shoulder. It was at a certain part in the middle when I flinched involuntarily - a sharp pain reminding me that my shoulder was being a silly bitch.
"Who hurt you?" he practically growled. The tiny bit of jealousy in him when it came to anyone trying to lay a single wound on me always made me feel rather sacred to him. We may have our own commitment issues, but little remarks like those always reminded me how close to his heart I was.
