My magic curled between us, invisible hands releasing his erection. He hissed as my phantom fingers gripped him. “More secrets, Cora?”
“No, I just haven’t begun to show you everything I want to do to you and with you yet.” Holding eye contact, I lowered my mouth and snaked my tongue along his flesh. He jerked beneath me and dropped my hands in favor of gathering my hair in his fist, making sure he got an uninterrupted view.
“How is this showing me how you get yourself off?”
“I do it thinking about you, so give me a minute and I’ll show you just how much this affects me,” I muttered before fastening my lips around him. I kept my movements slow but deliberately altered my pace every time he shifted his hips.
His hand tightened in my hair as I teased him to distraction. I maintained eye contact while I spread my legs and dipped one of my hands inside my panties. Hudson’s jaw clenched as he heldhimself in check. I groaned with my mouth full of him when I discovered what I expected—I was drenched for him.
I popped my mouth free, winked, and lifted my damp fingers toward my mouth. He snatched my hand in an iron grip and wrapped his lips around my fingers, sucking hard, his tongue flicking against the pads. It was a promise, a tease of what that tongue could do to me, and it sent my heart aflutter.
With a smirk, I moved my other hand south, intent on driving me over the edge and proving to him that although I could do this alone, it was infinitely better with him. He nipped my fingers in warning before releasing them and tearing his belt free from his jeans, wrapping the leather around my wrists in a heartbeat.
I quirked a brow. “I can’t prove anything with my hands tied, Principal.”
“No, but I can.” He grabbed my hips and lifted me. I wound my legs around his waist as he carried me to the bedroom, his mouth on mine the entire time. He dropped me onto the soft sheets before staring down at me in awe. “I could keep you locked away here. No war, no family, no push and pull.”
It was a whispered wish we both knew wasn’t possible, but wishes rarely were.
“Let’s take tonight,” I said, “and then see what we can do about our future tomorrow.”
A claw extended from his finger, and he dragged it up my outer thigh, cutting through the lace. “I liked this set,” I muttered.
He smirked and destroyed my bra next. “I like you better without it.”
“Underwear is expensive.”
“Then I know what to get you for a Christmas gift.” He pulled off the rest of his clothes and tossed them on the floor. “But I can save you money with a simple solution.”
He had a warrior’s body, honed through hard work and a determination to protect those he loved, which included me. “What’s the solution?”
“Stop wearing them.”
I snorted. “Can’t save the world pantieless.”
“I believe Eve was in the same state of undress.”
My mouth popped open as he jested about life-altering facts of my origins and notes for the future. “Maybe that’s why she chose wrong,” I grumble. “We could have all been living in Eden if she’d been allowed panties before she bit the apple.”
He balled up the lace in his fist, crawled on top of me, and hooked his thumb in my mouth. “We can make our own Eden, but your mouth needs to be occupied.” He shoved the lace inside and winked at me when I huffed.
“Our mate is a little spicy tonight,”Indigo mused.“I think I like it. I’ll let him play with us—for now.”
Hudson laughed against my stomach, sending the butterflies inside into a frenzy. “I enjoy your unfiltered self,” he said as his shoulders pushed my legs wider. “But I see I’m going to have to ensure even she can’t talk.”
“Do your worst, mate,”Indigo taunted.
No, don’t incite him?—
My mind blanked at the first swipe of his tongue. Pleasure arched my spine, and a soft curse was lost behind the lace. With one arm banded across my stomach, he kept me anchored in place while his tongue and fingers tormented me until it felt like my heart was beating between my legs. Every time I got close, he pulled away. I both loved and hated him. I knew the final climb would be worth it, but it didn’t make me strain any less to chase the pleasure.
“You taste of chaos and sweet destruction, Cora,” he said before raking his teeth over my clit. “Utterly and completely addictive.”
He dragged the fabric from my mouth and covered my curses with drugging kisses. His hand tightened on my hip to prevent me rolling against him in the age-old rhythm our bodies were wired for.
“Please,” I whispered when he dragged his cock through my center.
He released the belt, freeing my wrists. I threaded my hands in his hair and ran my nails against his scalp, making him growl. His gaze turned to molten gold as his beast rose to the surface to stare at me.
