I want to know it all, but maybe another night. I yawn widely. “Sorry. I’m exhausted, and I’m sure they’d like to go home.” I gesture to the staff sitting at a table in the corner. “Are you two ready to go?”
After thanking the owners, we head toward the bikes. Fallon gets on his beast and kick-starts it, then revs it a few times. Motioning to me, he leans forward while I get on the back. Thankfully, unlike Astor’s, this seat is lower and easier to get on.
After getting comfortable, I lean forward and wrap my arms around him. Little sparks zing against my skin, and I gasp. Every time we touch, it’s like holding a live wire. I inhale sharply and wait for it to settle. It does, a little, to something like a constant hum.
Astor’s sharp eyes catch it all, and they gleam with envy and wonder. He takes off with a roar, leaving us to follow.
For the first few minutes, Fallon’s careful, riding at moderate speed and taking the turns easy, until I tap him on the shoulder and point up. He laughs loudly and kicks it up about ten notches, then we’re speeding after Astor. I laugh with joy.
Unfortunately, the ride home ends quickly. I peel myself from Fallon’s bike and lean over to give him a kiss on the cheek. “Thank you for the ride and dinner,” I say huskily, my body throbbing from the current between us. I stare into his bright green eyes for several seconds before turning to Astor.
“Are you going to Witchwood with me tomorrow?” I ask him.
Instead of answering right away, he sweeps me into his arms and stalks toward the elevator. “Tomorrow, yes, but right now, I’m kidnapping you and taking you to my lair,” he says in a fake evil voice. “You’ll be trapped, forced to cater to my every whim, your freedom a distant memory.” He laughs wickedly.
Snickering, I relax in his arms. “Hmm, maybe a rain check? It’s been a long day, and I’m exhausted.”
He smiles seductively and licks his lips in memory. “It’s a good thing you gave me a kiss yesterday. It was enough to feed me with magic for a day or two, so I think you’re safe tonight. I can’t vouch for tomorrow, though.” His hands tighten around me. “I have to tell you, the kiss worried me for a second. Thankfully, it was a ruse and your other half isn’t a demon or vampire. There’s enough of us bastards walking around.”
“I wouldn’t mind. I’m quite fond of the demons in my life,” I reply quietly.
He smiles at my statement before swinging the door open.
While I stayed in his room the night we went out with Meri, it still startles me. It’s a room made for seduction with low lighting, sexy music playing softly in the background, divine smelling candles, and a bar filled with various bottles of alcohol. Low couches and soft pillows are scattered around the room, and a luxurious bed, piled high with more fluffy pillows and a cloud for a comforter, sits in the corner.
Exhaustion rolls over me. It’s been an incredibly long day. Astor shoves a T-shirt and boxers at me and steers me to the bathroom. After changing and brushing my teeth, I crawl into his bed. A few minutes later, the bed dips behind me.
Astor gives a low laugh. “Sleep tight, my lovely little liar.” He places a kiss on the soft curve of my neck, then gathers me in his arms. And it’s the last thing I remember.
10
ARDEN
Aping wakes me the next morning. It’s a text from Fallon, telling me his contact didn’t get back to him and he’s postponing the training until tomorrow. I send a quick reply, letting him know Astor and I will head to Witchwood earlier than planned, since we’re not training today.
Astor groans and buries his head in my shoulder. “Tell them to fuck off,” he growls.
Dropping my phone, I snuggle down into the covers and close my eyes, trying to fall back into the delicious dream I was having before the text woke me up. Scattered images float through my brain, but I can’t grasp any of it. My brain is awake. I heave a sigh and realize I may as well get up, since I can’t sleep. I’m pushing the covers back when Astor’s arm clamps down hard across my body.
“Where do you think you’re going?” he rumbles, his voice filled with sleep.
“I thought I’d get up and go work out since I can’t fall back to sleep,” I reply. “I didn’t mean to wake you. You can go back to sleep.”
“Or we can find better ways to fill our time,” he tells me, pressing his hard body against mine. He opens his brown eyes and stares at me intently, waiting for an answer.
Already aching from my dream earlier, I know I want this. I want him. Our desire for each other has been burning brightly for weeks. And I could tell myself to wait, give us time to figure out the feelings part, but why? We’re inevitable. Whether we rise high and fly or crash and burn, it doesn’t matter. Sometimes, the only thing you can do is step forward. I murmur, “Yes.”
Not wanting to be passive in my decision, I lean up and capture his lips in a kiss designed to set him ablaze. All the tantalizing teasing and buildup from the last few weeks is an inferno inside me, and I want him to feel it too. I pull back to suck on his bottom lip, giving him a second to breathe, then I take his mouth in another deep kiss, stealing the very breath I’d just given him.
He slips his hands under the T-shirt I’m wearing, making my heart pound and the ache in my body increase in anticipation of his hands on me. His fingers skim my sides, up and around, softly teasing but never touching the places I need.
I sit up and raise my arms, and he pulls the shirt over my head. Cupping the back of my neck, he eases me back down to the bed.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he rasps. He leans over to lavish my breasts with his lips and tongue, using tiny little licks and flicks to bring them to full attention. Once hard, he uses his firm lips to pull and suck on them, lightly at first, then harder and harder, making me gasp with need. It’s not just his mouth, his hands are busy too, cupping, kneading, and playing with my breasts as if he can’t get enough of them. Desire pools in my center, and my body moves restlessly under his.
His arousal builds with mine, and the air becomes charged with his special incubus magic, making me throb. Darkness surrounds us, but I don’t look for the light, instead I embrace it, allowing myself to be sucked into the shadows with him. What is it about him that makes me want to dive into the unknown?
With a slight shift, I center myself under him. Bringing my legs up higher, I wrap them around his muscular body and rub against his hard cock in an attempt to alleviate the ache, but it’s not enough. Needing to feel him skin to skin, I use magic to strip the rest of our clothes off, then I cradle him between my legs.
