“Please tell me you’re talking about my magic and we didn’t have sex while I was delirious.”
Relief loosens the tightness that has plagued my shoulders and neck since she passed out. “I don’t do delirious sexy activities.”
Her red eyebrow lifts. “Well, we were pretty drunk that first night.”
“The one where you enjoyed my tail’s attentions under your skirts while you stole from me or the night I held you on my horns and devoured you?”
Her throat moves in an audible swallow, and she glares.
My lips just barely brush hers and a tingling warmth hovers over my heart. “I love that glare.”
“I don’t hate your smirk. Actually, I do, but it also makes me want to pin you to the bed.”
I laugh triumphantly. “My plan has succeeded then.”
“Indeed.”
She kisses the bare spot of skin at the opening of my tunic. Her touch is a balm and a match to the fire simmering in my veins, but I wonder what will happen if she tugs my clothing down a bit more and sees the mate’s mark.
“How worried were you?” she asks.
“A little.”
“Really?”
“Maybe more than a little.”
She waves a hand lazily through the small space between us. “I’m tough.”
I kiss her fully, and she parts her lips to allow my tongue passage. I taste her sweet mouth and her tongue slides over mine. Heat shoots to my groin and I moan, wanting more than anything to push my way into her warmth right here and now.
“You promised that I would be the one moaning.”
“As you wish, my witch.”
Using my tail, I tug up her skirts and begin tickling the heat of her center. Her mouth opens with a quick gasp and she rolls her hips. I put the heel of my hand against her core and press up and down.
“Yes, like that.”
I lean my head down to bite the side of her throat, and she whimpers, her chest rising and falling at a faster rate. I take the neckline of her top between my teeth and yank it down to expose those beautiful breasts of hers. With my long, minotaur tongue I lick the underside of one savoring the sweetness of her skin. She leans into me and rocks up against my hand.
“You’re so soft. So warm.”
Her fingers slip into my trousers and she wraps my cock in a tight hold. I curse and swear nonsense into her red curls, my head swimming and my pulse pounding at the point of contact.
“If you move much, this will be over in a heartbeat,” I grunt out.
“I think you can hang on. I believe in you,” she whispers saucily.
“I knew you’d be the end of me the moment I saw you outside the chapel.”
“Truly?” She strokes me once, hard.
I’m trembling and nearly there. I grunt and grit my teeth. “Aye. The shape of you. Your vicious stare. The way you angled yourself between me and your friend just in case I was trouble.”
“I was right to assume mischief.”
“Definitely.”
