Page 40 of Unmasked Prophecy
“Have you ever had a wife?”
I ask the question without thought, but I’m terrified of the answer.
“No. But I was in a relationship for a long time. When I left, I left her, too. Needed to start again. Broke her heart, but it was for the best.”
I swallow the lump in my throat. “Do you think she wonders where you are?”
He grunts. “She knows where I am.”
He doesn’t elaborate, but I get the feeling there is more to that story.
Now isn’t the time to push. Right now, I just want to enjoy this moment, with him.
“Should get back to the party,” he murmurs.
I reach down between us, closing my fingers around his cock. “Oh, I’m not done yet. First, I want you to show me how to suck you.”
His eyes flash with a feral desire that has my blood pumping hard and hot through my veins.
“Fuck me. You never sucked a dick before?”
I shake my head, licking my lips.
“Fuck.”
His voice is hoarse. His dick grows hard in my hands.
“You’ll be the...”
“Death of you?” I finish for him. “So I’ve heard. Now show me how this is done.”
I slide down his body listening to his feral hiss.
Oh yes.
This is what I want.
THE SMELL OF COFFEEfills the air, and I cup my hands around a steaming mug, breathing in the rich aroma. The morning sun is bright, and everything feels a little lighter today. I sit at the outdoor table, trying to wipe the grin off my face, but I know I’m failing miserably.
I’ve never felt this way before.
The guys are slowly gathering, no doubt hungover after last night’s efforts. I have to fight the urge to offer them painkillers and water. Zane is the first to appear, shirtless, his hair a wild mess. Knox follows, a woman trailing behind him, half-naked.
Zane walks over to the table, coffee in hand, and stares down at me, eyes narrowed.
“What?” I ask, trying to sound innocent.
He grins. “Have a good night, did we?”
My cheeks burn, and I duck my head, pretending to focus on my drink. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Sure you don’t,” Zane smirks. “That why you’re sittin’ out here instead of in Steel’s bed?”
I roll my eyes, trying to suppress a smile. “I needed coffee.”
Mera walks over to us, her hair a tangled mess. “And some air. After last night, I’m surprised the girl can even walk.”
I flick a sugar packet at her. “Shut your nasty mouth.”
