Mainly, it came when I knew I was going to die and he would forget this entire conversation. Would I have the guts to be flirty with any of them in different circumstances? Absolutely not. Besides, who flirted with people who were killing and lying to them? Under normal circumstances, I would call myself crazy. Fuck, I was still calling myself crazy.
Bennett let out a long hum. Then he moved, his muscles flexing and bulging as he crossed the heated space between us, arms bracketing my head and bracing himself on the arm of the couch. “Are you going to be bold with me right now, or do you need me to do it?”
Tongue slipping out to wet my lips, I was sure my pupils were blown huge, my cheeks a rosy pink. I felt my heart pound, my body trembling with the warring needs to escape and press closer. “You can do it,” I said, voice a mere squeak.
He was bold enough for the both of us, as I’d known he would be, because a second later our lips connected in a searing kiss.
Chapter 19
Histongueassaultedmymouth with a finesse and single-minded focus I’d never experienced from anyone else. Bennett’s purpose was to devour me, and he was used to getting what he wanted. I melted back into the couch, every part of me relaxing despite the pure bulk of the man above me. Historically speaking, I should be scared and cowering, but I trusted him.
Probably misplaced trust, considering the murders and mysteries of my situation.
Oh well. I couldn’t help it.
At first I was too nervous to return the kiss, simply laying back and taking what he would give, but when he pulled back I reacted. My tongue darted out to stroke his, hands running up his muscular arms to grab onto his shoulders and tug him close again. He moved as I wanted him to, blanketing me with his weight.
When I felt the prominent bulge rubbing against my inner thighs, the haze of lust cleared enough for me to slide my hands down his chest. They paused on the strip of exposed skin on his lower stomach, sliding through the thick, soft body hair, before I pushed up his shirt. “Off?” I asked, breaking the kiss to glance down.
His cock was huge against me, but somehow looked even bigger. I wasn’t sure if it would fit inside me, but I desperately wanted to try.
Bennett let out a little growl, ripping his shirt off. I sucked in a breath, the sight of his chest and arms nothing new, but still warranting a moment of appreciation. “Look at me like that, birdie, and I’m going to fuck you,” he said, his voice thick.
“Do it,” I said, continuing to stare. “I don’t know how I feel about being dominated like Waylon, but I want you to fuck me.”
The groan he let out echoed through the library, ricocheting off every wall. “Abby!” he shouted, looking up over his shoulder at the hidey hole Abraxas had. “Get your ass down here.”
My jaw dropped, and I tensed, arousal receding to be replaced with confusion. “What do you need Abraxas for right now?” I asked, trying to sit up. It was embarrassing to be seen in this position, despite having been seen doing much worse with Kirin.
“If we’re going to be doing this on the day of a full moon, I’ll need some supervision. You wouldn’t want me to ravage you like an animal, would you?”
I opened and closed my mouth, unsure, before ultimately deciding he was right. Since I knew nothing about full moons and wolfmen, the risks were too big for me to ignore. Supervision was a little… weird, but I fell back on my handy dandy justification for all my dumb decisions recently: no one would remember it. “Abby, I know you’re up there,” Bennett yelled again.
Abraxas appeared a second later, his eyes black as he glared with enough force I was worried he’d bring out dormant basilisk powers and kill us with the look. “What the fuck? I was sleeping.” His attention was focused on Bennett, so it took him a second to realize I was underneath the big man. When he saw me, the black receded, leaving his eyes their normal red. “Never mind. I’m on board with whatever is going on.”
He used his tail and arms to slide himself down to the floor, body curling around the couch. The way his gaze raked over me made my nipples peak, and I was glad for the sweater so no one could see my reaction. I was pretty sure it wasn’t normal to be attracted to a half-basilisk.
“Get Kirin for me, would you?” Bennett asked.
“Why? His loud mouth will make this much less fun to watch.”
“Because he’s the only one strong enough to stop me if I wolf out. Get him.”
Grumbling something under his breath, Abraxas didn’t complain again. He found his transportation hole in the room’s corner and pressed himself through it, going to find Kirin on the lower floors. “What do you mean by ‘wolf out’?” I asked.
I wasn’t scared by it. It sounded… intriguing.
“Hard to explain, but I go feral. Rough. My body changes and I’d be too much for a delicate birdie like you.”
He was almost too much for me as it was, considering his size. I wondered if Waylon had taken on his wolfed out version of himself, or if he was too much for the pixie too. If Waylon couldn’t handle him like that, then I sure as hell wouldn’t be able to, not that I was keen on trying.
Instead of chatting while we waited for Abraxas to return with Kirin, we kissed. Each press of our lips grew more frantic until my hands had found their way to the bulge in Bennett’s pants, rubbing him through the fabric. I wanted to take him out, but we would have to wait until we had our company. He was grinding against my hands frantically when a whisper alerted me to the fact that Abraxas had returned.
I glanced up and my cheeks went crimson.
He’d returned with not just Kirin, but every resident of the house. Waylon was perched on a table with his legs crossed, half glaring at me like he was mad I was playing with his toy but also was plenty eager to observe. Zan hovered in the corner, his cheeks glowing. Kirin was settled on the couch opposite ours, his cock already out of his pants as he stroked the monster length with one big hand. Abraxas had curled around the couch again, his torso far too close to us behind the back of the couch.
How had they gotten inside without me noticing? Had I been that wrapped up in Bennett?
