“Hell!” I exclaimed. “There's an entrance to Hell in Shehaquim.”
“Yes, but it's a sealed entrance,” Lucifer said. “There's a magical boundary there. And even if evil did seep into Hell, it would probably enhance my power, not taint it.”
I grimaced. “Good point.”
“Who wants coffee?” Viper asked brightly.
We all looked at him.
“What? Cookies need coffee.”
“Viper, how many cookies have you eaten?” I asked.
He shifted his snake eyes toward the ceiling.
“Viper?”
“A few.” He lifted his hand as if to count on his fingers but ended up waggling them and staring at the motion as if it were the most fascinating thing he'd ever seen.
Jesus chuckled. “Enjoy your trip, man.”
I sighed and got up. “I'll get the coffee.”
In the kitchen, I headed straight for our industrial-sized coffee pot which was usually full of coffee. It had just enough to fill a carafe, but we had a rule that whoever emptied it had to refill it. So I had to get a fresh pot going before I gathered all the mugs and coffee stuff. I needed two trays for everything; one just for the mugs. But I was able to stack the one with the carafe on top of the one with the mugs and carry them both.
“Oh, sweet moonlight,” Trevor muttered as he came into the kitchen. “Minn Elska, you don't have the coordination for that. Let me help you.” He took both trays from me.
“Thank you.”
“But first . . .” Trevor set the trays on the counter.
“What are you doing?”
He grinned lopsidedly as he swept me up and set me on the counter beside the trays. “You're just too damn beautiful.”
Then his mouth was on mine, soft but insistent, his tongue slipping past my opening lips. Teasing, tangling, tempting, the Wolf Prince claimed his mate as if he had all the time in the world. I couldn't resist all that werewolf magnetism. Instead of protesting our location, I wrapped my arms and legs around him and pulled him closer.
Easing out of our kiss, Trevor said, “I just need a taste to keep me going until tonight.”
I thought that meant we'd be doing more kissing, but then Trevor's hands slid up the hem of my dress and pulled at my panties. I still didn't stop him. In fact, I lifted my hips to help him, and he drew the silk down my legs. With a wicked grin, he slipped my panties into his jeans pocket and went to his knees. Spreading my legs wide, Trevor pulled me closer to the edge of the counter and ducked his head under my dress.
I gasped as Trevor's tongue found me, lapping me open. Watching his head bob beneath my dress was amusing but not nearly as satisfying as seeing his face, so I hiked up my skirt and settled it around my hips. Trevor grinned as he shifted his honey-eyed stare up to mine, his tongue moving faster. I leaned back against the upper cabinets, my torso bent awkwardly, but I didn't care. Not with that strong tongue working me. I just pushed his hair back to get a better view.
Dear gods, those eyes. Amber, softly glowing, and tilted slightly like a wolf's. Framed by dark lashes. Staring up at me from between my thighs. I shivered, nearly cresting from his gaze alone. Then the spicy scent of wolf musk rose from Trevor, and he added a thick finger to his task. He shook his head, rubbing that prime spot with his lips as his hair slid against my thighs.
“Oh, fuck,” I whispered. “Honey-Eyes, you need to get up here and finish this.”
He chuckled against my flesh and pumped his finger faster.
The muscles in my legs tightened, squeezing Trevor as if afraid he'd stop, and I clenched my teeth to keep from shrieking. My body went into spasm, and I had to grip the counter to keep from falling. Trevor just kept going, sucking and licking until I had crested and was trying to come down. Trying but failing because of his unrelenting attention.
“Stop!” I hissed. “It's too much!”
Trevor withdrew, licking his lips, and stood up. With a deeply satisfied grin, he helped me sit up, then kissed me again. “I think that should hold me over.”
“You naughty wolf,” I whispered.
He nipped at my lips. “You seemed to enjoy it.”
