Shaking his head, Daegel chuckles. He pulls me back up to my feet and crashes his mouth into mine with such intensity I almost lose my balance.
When he pulls away, I say, breathless, “I wasn’t done with you.”
I yelp when he whips me around and bends me over the counter. His hand rests on the back of my neck for a moment, pinning me in place. Slowly, he drags it down my spine until he reaches my hips.
It takes him a heartbeat to unbind the buttons on my pants and undo them.
Another heartbeat to shove my pants down my hips.
When he aligns the head of his hardness against my heat, I arch my back and push my hips into him. I need to feel?—
We both moan as he slides inside, stretching me in the sweetest way possible. I rest my head on the wooden counter.
Just as slow, Daegel slides out of me until only the very tip remains. The second time, he thrusts hard and rough. I can’t help the gasps and yelps that escape my lips with each powerful move of his hips.
With one hand he grips my hip, while the other slides up to keep me pinned in place at the back of my neck. Eagerly, I meet every thrust with my hips. The sweet tension coils deep in my lower belly.
My blood is molten lava. I’m ready to burst through the seams?—
“Oh damn,” a familiar voice comes from somewhere in the room.
Daegel stills.
The pressure from the back of my neck is gone.
My eyes snap open.
Still bent over the counter, Daegel balls-deep inside me, I turn to look over my shoulder, past Daegel.
Roman stands in my doorway, one hand on the knob.
“You should really start locking your door,” he says, nonchalantly.
“ROMAN!” I groan. “How about you start knocking?”
He shrugs, his eyes dancing with amusement. “I’ll take that into consideration.”
When he doesn’t leave, I scoff. “Would you mind?”
“No time to fuck around, princess,” he says. “Haven’t you gotten the message? We’ve got a last-minute mission.”
Daegel curses.
I frown and look at the window. Of course… On the windowsill rests a black raven with a note attached to its leg. The bird turns its head sideways.
How many more spectators did we have?
“Okay, shit,” I say. “I’ll meet you at the castle!”
Roman smirks and turns to leave.
“Nice ass, Ezkai Major,” he calls over his shoulder right before the door slams shut.
With a groan, I press my head to the wood of the counter. Then, a burning smell reaches my nostrils.
“Daegel! The quail!”
Cursing, Daegel pulls out of me and rushes to save the burning bird. I push myself up. Hysterical laughter shakes my whole body.
