Noa chewed on her lip. Then completely shifted gears as if the witch was a taboo topic for the night. “Angel was with me that night. After the lament. I didn’t want to believe Julien was really gone, and she said it took her a year to stop seeing her brother after he died. A path grief needed to take.”
“Perhaps.”
“I was supposed to find him,” Noa said. “Julien. I was supposed to learn what he knows.”
I stroked a thumb across her forehead, down the length of her nose to the corner of her mouth. “And how do you know this marvelous truth about finding him?”
Her tongue brushed out to tease my thumb. “The witch,” she said with a wicked flick of a smile.
I pressed my thumb to her lips, let her suck me inside. “A Gemini Witch,” I growled. “We’ve talked about them before.”
“Oh, yes.” She grinned around her teeth as she bit down, gently, teasingly. “The dreaded seers. She told me things.” Her eyebrows waggled. “I’m sure she told you things.”
“Her strategy.” My body throbbed as I let Noa have her way with my hand. Wished it was something else of mine getting all that attention.
Her tongue flicked as if she was tasting me. “Are you worried?”
No, Bedisa. And I don’t want to talk about the witch.
She scooted upright, away from the blanket I’d anchored with my weight. After I’d fed her, I’d prepared a bath. She soaked for twenty minutes, then reappeared with her dark hair damp and slightly curling. I’d helped with the shirt. Now I couldn’t drag my gaze from her long, bare legs beneath the shirt hem, slightly splayed—widening as she changed her position to sit cross-legged style. I sucked in a breath when she gripped her ankles, drew them toward her, wiggling her toes in case I wasn’t looking in the right direction.
Bedisa… A warning which she ignored.
She slid her hands up to her knees, tracked the inner curve of her thighs. “What do you want to talk about?”
“I made a mistake in sending you to Anson.”
“Ah…” Her lips twitched. “How hard was that to admit?”
A muscle flexed in my jaw. “Very hard.”
“As hard as this?” She trailed a finger over the cock bulge in my jeans.
I forced my hands into stillness. To not reach out to touch her. Interrupt her game.
With a pretended irritation, I asked, “An interrogation, now?”
“It’s appropriate. What was the mistake? Because I wasn’t any safer?”
Alpha canines flashed. “Because you weren’t in my bed.”
“I’m still not in your bed.”
I groaned as she leaned back and crossed her arms. Left my view of nirvana on full display, the tiny black thong she wore. The golden skin of her legs.
“What do I have to do to get you there?” I asked. “In my bed.”
“Beg.”
I gripped her ankle and ran my hand up to her knee. “Let me remind you of how good we are together.”
A dread lord can do better than that, she admonished through our mental connection.
I am on my knees—
Her smile twitched. You are sitting on the couch.
I will fall to my knees and beg you to let me worship your body, Bedisa. Put my hands and mouth on you, bend you back, put my tongue where you want it…
