I peer down between us to see the knot at the base of his cock. It’s more swollen now and rubbing against me creating more waves of pleasure. I climax again, and he goes with me this time, his horns knocking into the wall above the headboard and his grunts so incredibly satisfying to my ears.
With quick fingers, he unties me, cleans us up, and then collects me into his arms.
“I’m not usually a cuddler,” I say. He’s so warm and large and it feels perfect. Not a chance I’m telling him that though. “But I’ve had a little too much to drink.”
“You’re just resting. No cuddling happening. Totally understandable.”
But I can hear the grin in his voice.
“Are you teasing me?” I ask in a whisper that would scare most people.
“I would never,” he whispers back.
“Says the male who just tied me to his bed.”
Chapter 20
Argos
The thundersnow is gone by sunrise, and we are up and headed to Rustion’s to retrieve the stolen items before the thieves accidentally blow the town sky-high.
The sun lights the town in shades of gold and touches the ends of Tully’s red braid, turning it to flame. She’s wearing the lava stone jewelry I crafted for her out of odds and ends during the night. I doused each piece with the dill oil so she’s fully protected if the stones or the mirror attempt to drain her power.
“Do we need backup at all?” I ask as we rush through the empty square. The town is still asleep and the air has a bite to it.
“I’m a witch. I don’t need backup.”
“Got it.”
“I assume you know how to fight?” she asks.
I frown. “Why do you assume that?”
“Because you were very good on that dance floor and not too shabby in bed.”
“Not too shabby? I seem to remember someone screaming my name not once but twice.”
She glares at me and I give her a wink.
“I still might have to murder you,” she says.
“Because I’m an arrogant, magical upstart?”
“Correct.”
“I will try to enjoy every moment then just in case it’s my last.”
She lets out a reluctant chuckle at that.
When we arriveat Rustion’s manor, the gatehouse is dark and quiet.
I eye the black windows above the portcullis. “What now?”
Tully whips out her wand and flicks it at the metal bars. The portcullis rises halfway and we run through as a guard shouts at us.
“It’ll take too long to explain,” she says over her shoulder. “We just need to get to that underground room before the thieves have a chance to move the artifacts.”
I nod and run down a winding set of stairs inside the open half-wall of the gatehouse. We go down and down and down, and soon Tully is using her wand like a torch.
