Kyrian eased out of our kiss and nipped at my bottom lip. “Do you want to feed our guests or shall we be completely selfish and feed our own hungers first?”
I laughed and slipped away from him. “I suppose I can satisfy myself with that kiss for now. Let's see what we have in the fridge.”
I went to open the black, stainless steel fridge, but he moved past me to check out the full-sized freezer instead. When you have as many large men in a house as we do, you need a big freezer. My kishanos eat more than teenage boys.
“We have some frozen pizzas,” Kyrian noted. “They should be enough for all of us.”
“Frozen pizza?” I asked in horror. “The great culinary genius, Kyrian Leteira is making frozen pizza for his guests?”
“This culinary genius is tired and knows it will take too long to defrost a roast,” Kyrian said dryly. “I can make some potato salad to go with it. Maybe a fresh salad too. Preheat the oven to 350, sweetheart.”
“Preheat the what to what?” I fluttered my lashes.
“Very funny.” He smacked my butt to send me in the direction of the oven.
We had two ovens, actually. One with a stove top and then a convection oven set into the wall above the microwave. I went to the convection oven.
“Heat them both,” Kyrian said. “We'll need to make all the pizzas and it will go faster with both ovens.”
“Yes, Chef!” I turned both ovens to 350.
“I never would have guessed you were such a smart ass when we first met.” Kyrian went to the pantry and returned with an armful of potatoes. He dropped them in the sink and started scrubbing them.
“And I never would have guessed you were such a...”
“Yes?” Kyrian looked up at me with a lifted brow and twinkling eyes.
I went serious and whispered, “Such an incredible man who I'd fall head over heels in love with.”
“Oh, you're gonna get it now.” Kyrian snatched me up with wet hands and set me on the edge of the double sink.
My arms went around his broad shoulders and my lips met his. Kyrian pushed between my legs until I wrapped them around his waist. Luxuriating in the feel of him, I rubbed my ankles over his taut ass. But then his wet hands slid up, under my shirt, and I gasped into his kiss. The water was still running in the sink beside us, the sound seeming to mirror the rush of blood through my veins. I pulled off my sweater and tossed it onto the kitchen island. Maybe we could take care of two hungers at once. Kyrian's hands went immediately to my breasts, kneading one as he sucked at the other through the lace. I clutched his head to me, my eyes closed in bliss.
A blast of water brought me sputtering out of that bliss.
I screeched and Kyrian cursed as we looked over to find Everan at the sink beside us, grinning like an idiot with the spring faucet in his hand. He had it pulled out, the head angled our way.
“I thought I'd better interrupt before you got carried away,” Everan said as he turned off the water.
“I don't need your help to get Amara wet,” Kyrian drawled. “But you're welcome to join us.”
Then Kyrian very deliberately pulled down my bra strap until my nipple popped free. Kyrian grinned at Everan as he rubbed my nipple into a tight bud, then he bent his head and flicked his tongue over it. I groaned as Kyrian started to suck at me, my back arching as I automatically reached for Everan. Ever made a low sound of arousal and joined us.
“Oh my God! Oh, come on!” Jason shouted from the doorway. He slapped a hand over his eyes as he turned and fled. “That's where you prepare food, you heathens! Amara, I'm telling your dad on you!”
“We're over the sink!” Kyrian shouted after him. “It's perfectly hygienic!”
Then Everan, Kyrian, and I looked at each other and burst into laughter.
Chapter Forty-Three
Talon was in New York. The state, not the city. Most people think of a crowded city when they hear the words New York, but there are beautiful forests and open spaces beyond the famous metropolis. And one of them had a Fury infestation.
Talon was holed up in an old Victorian on several acres of land. Nice and secluded. Perfect for hiding a winged army. Despite all the soldiers he'd lost in both Germany and D.C., Talon still had over twenty Furies on his estate. I was wondering if he had places like this all over the world, little Fury outposts. It didn't matter; I didn't care. I wanted him and him alone. The others would just be frosting.
“Remember, do not kill Talon. Aim to wound. He has Leo's magic inside him,” I said into my comm unit.
A round of, “Copy that,” came back from the agents assisting us.
