“Yeah, didn’t I tell you?” I ask before leaning back down to capture her sweet lips in another kiss. She moans and I find myself harder than a rock. I rub my erection up between her legs only for her hips to buck back.
“How long do you think we can stay back here, unnoticed?” I rasp. I want to be selfish. I want inside her, to rut like a fucking animal until she screams and then finish inside her, marking her as mine. I want her to feel me dribble down the inside of her thigh as she goes about work and feel the ache from me taking her in the backroom like a desperate teenager.
Before Goldie can answer a door rattling knock jerks us away from each other.
Goldie’s boss yells through the door. “When you are donefixing your makeup, Goldie, I need you back out here mixing potions for the masses.”
Rap’s words are dry but firm.
Goldie rushes to the mirror to fix the smear of pink on her own face. “Be right out, boss lady,” she calls out.
Before I can adjust the hard on in my jeans, Goldie’s done, her makeup as flawless as before except for the extra rosy tinge in her cheeks, and her lips are a little puffier.
Faefucks, I want to attack that gorgeous mouth until it’s kissed thoroughly, used and abused.
“Coming?” she chirps.
I growl, as an image of coming on those perfect tits invades my brain. Fucking witchtits, what has she done to me? Maybe fae aren’t immune to sirens?
Goldie’s lashes fly wide when she realizes the effect she has on me.
“I’m going to need a minute.”
Her gaze travels down to the evident bulge in my pants. Those sinful lips slip into a pout.
“So help me, Goldie, if you don’t leave this room, I will push my dick past those pretty lips until I blow.”
The devil girl takes pause at that. She’s going to kill me.
Then she nods and is out the door, giving me time to collect myself.
Chapter30
Call Me Papa Bear
GOLDIE
Iinsist on staying at my house tonight but fighting off Ted’s protectiveness is no joke. He’s a werebear, and I now recognize the alpha vibes present in his bossiness.
Still, I manage to convince him to go home, though part of me very much wants Ted in my bed.
Okay, more than part of me.
Or rather I in his, because I’m half convinced that mattress is magic. Or is it the things he does to me in it?
One of the only ways I was able to convince him I could spend the night by myself was because Rap sent me home with some warding crystals to place around my doors and windows. Whether the shadow is mage or fae, the crystals will keep them out as long as they are placed at the threshold. She assured me I’d be able to come and go as I pleased without issue.
After washing my face and changing into my lacy nightgown, I slip into bed.
Why pick something so scandalous when I now know the place is under surveillance?
Maybe I’m preparing myself in case I happen to magically relocate in the night. Not that I'm hoping someone breaks into my house, but there is something pulling me toward Ted. It’s becoming stronger, more irresistible the more time we spend around each other.
I am beginning to sense when I’m using my powers and some part of me knows I’m drawn to him.
It’s a long time before I’m able to fall asleep, but when I do, I dream of a blue storm I would willingly drown in.
Lips that perfectly fit mine push mine apart for a taste. Hands are everywhere and I’m rubbing against Ted—desperate, aching. My skin is sensitive, and I need more friction, more heat, more pressure. Oh faelords, I need him inside me.
