It…
feels…
wonderful…
Jaw set with rage, he glances through fogged glass—then back to me. A rustle of feathers comes from Bibi’s perch, but the raven barely registers on my radar anymore.
Shoving my skirt out of the way, I pull the drenched crotch of my underwear to one side.
Another choked sound emerges from the priestess, his mouth opening to yell or threaten or scold.
Before a single word can emerge, I plunge two fingers into my own wet heat. “I’m drenched for you,” I breathe, stroking myself slowly as he gapes. “Dripping.”
Curling my knuckles, I knead into myself just right. My lashes flutter, sparks scattering up my spine and down my legs.
He lurches forward, ripping off his gloves and stalking down the aisle separating us. Bibi squawks behind him, wings flapping. Pots topple, clay shattering on flagstone with acrash.
I don’t dare look away, holding his steely regard as if his sight line is the anchor keeping me from dissolving into complete pandemonium.
Rocking my hand, I pound my own pussy, letting a lewd moan tear through my throat. The relief isludicrous.
Chapter 23
El
Her aura glows with incandescence. Spectacular against the dreary day.
“I’m drenched for you,” she breathes. “Dripping.”
And I am incandescent withrage. Flinging off my gloves, I’m lunging at her before I’m aware of moving.
Bibi lets loose a loudkraabehind me. Clay pots shatter, the noise deafening. I don’t stop to look.
Tiss fucks herself hard and fast, moaning, as I barrel toward her. I think I’m fully prepared for what happens next.
I really, really do, but—
I hit a patch of air thicker and headier than any other not ten feet from her. An urgent itch crawls over my body.Oh, sweet Eisha.
It’s immediately clear that I’m not prepared in the least.
Stumbling to a halt, I cantasteher desire. Heat floods me, a dangerous need digging its hooks in. And I no longer trust what I’m going to do when I reach her.
“I said red,” I croak, paralyzed by her chemical signals. “Absolutelyred.” They’re howling, practically screaming at me.
An aching throb beats through me at the thought of shoving her thighs further apart. Dropping between them and tasting her. Taking her in front of Eisha and the prioress’s all-seeing eyes.
Drinking in every last drop of her.Making her mine.
Cheeks flushing deeper, she pauses. Reviews her options. Behind me, Bibi growls.
“Tiss,” I grunt, every last brain cell rioting. Unable to move. Incapable of leaving.
Half-dazed. Crippled with lust.
I glance through steam-streaked glass again. Sadrie’s finishing hanging the laundry. Damp tablecloths are blocking most of my view, which means she can't see in,thank fuck.
When I look back, Tiss pulls her fingers out of herself. Fixes her underwear and lowers her skirt. Then, brimming with glassy-eyed delight, raises glistening fingers to perfect rosebud lips.
