Ezra leans in. His nose trails along my jaw, his lips brushing my ear as he exhales the next words with a hunger that knows no shame.
“Does the thought of me with another man make you wet, Aurora?”
I squeeze my thighs together, gripping him just a little harder.
His deep, knowing chuckle vibrates against my skin. “It does.”
I swallow hard, my pulse echoing loudly in my ears.
Ezra’s voice is a whisper, every word soaked in filth, slipping slowly over my skin like he wants me to come from the sound of his teasing alone.
“I wonder what you’re picturing right now.”
His fingers tighten on my hips, pressing me down.
“Are you imagining my hands on him?”
His nose ghosts along my cheek, his lips barely grazing mine.
“Or his hands on me?
R.I.P., Aurora Hagan. Died from the sheer filth spewed by an ancient shadow monster.
I whimper. Another pathetic fucking whimper.
“Ahh, there’s my answer. Fucking perfect.”
My eyes squeeze shut. “Why are you like this?”
“I’m like this because you’re mine. And I want to please you … pleasure you … in every way you desire, sweet girl.”
Finally, his lips claim mine, and the sweet, sharp taste of his centuries of longing coats my tongue.
And me? I fucking melt.
But suddenly, Ezra’s shadows lash out, snapping and slamming into walls with enough force to rattle the bookshelves. It feels like a split-second response to danger only they seem to sense.
A tremor hums through the air, too faint to name.
Then—
Ding-dong!
Ezra’s grip tightens, his breath catching sharp in his chest. His shadows pulse once before slowly curling back into him.
Another chime.
A sharp snarl rips from his throat, his teeth bared before he even realizes he’s doing it.
I blink, breathless, still gripping his cock. “Do you need to get that?”
“No,” Ezra growls. “They can wait, or they can fuck off.”
A muffled voice echoes from outside.
“Cú Allaidh! I come seeking the favor you owe me!”
Ezra stops breathing. Every inch of him holds, wound tight in a silence that feels too still.
