Ezra comes a few seconds later, my name rumbling deep in his chest … which almost sets me off for a third time.
His shadows twitch and pulse, drunk on our destruction, devouring every moan, every broken gasp.
They flicker and pulse, writhing along his back, twitching with every powerful thrust, mirroring his every movement like an extension of his pleasure.
One last shudder wracks through him, and the eddies collapse, sighing back into his skin. Those smug little bastardsdefinitelygot off, too.
When I come back to reality, my face burns with the realization of what we just did … and how much it turned me on.
Ezra runs soft kisses up and down my neck, stopping to lap at the blood running down my chest, until a loud bang at the door ruins everything.
Every single one of the eddies freezes like guilty little pervs caught mid-debauchery.
One of them frantically yanks my skirt down, while another smooths Ezra’s shirt, trying their void-damned best to preserve our dignity.
Valiant effort, fellas.
Ezra rakes a hand through his hair, looking truly exasperated for the first time in his long, starless existence.
“You filthy little hypocrites.”
From the other side of the door, Iain’s voice erupts.
“What in the absolute fuck?! Thirty minutes! That’s all it took for you two degenerates to defile my home? I hope to the endless dark above you’re sanitizing that fucking bathroom within an inch of its life!”
Ezra finds some bandages and antiseptic at the back of Iain’s cabinet. As he works, his shadows slither over my shoulder, almost curious. One of them hugs my wrist, a shivering coil of concern.
That must be sweet eddy #3.
Ezra gently cleans my wound, expertly dressing it before brushing a slow, lingering kiss over the bandage.
“You never cease to amaze me, little lupine. I hope I didn’t hurt you. But when you bit me, I’m afraid some dark part of me broke through. Although, judging by the way you screamed my name and nearly sobbed on my cock, I’d say you enjoyed yourself.”
“All is well, Ezra. That was so fucking hot. Bite me any time you want,” I say, wrapping my arms around his neck so I can pull him closer.
“Be careful what you wish for, little vixen. Also, we may have to explore this exhibition kink a little further. But for now, let’s deal with Iain, then go home,” he says, resting his chin on top of my head.
And honestly? Nothing sounds better.
When we open the door, the wrakh and the hound greet us in the foyer with their arms crossed and their faces twisted into annoyed snarls.
“This isn’t some sort of sex club, Ezra. This is my fucking home. Have some respect!” Iain screams.
“Are they like this all the time?” Iain spins to Louie with an exasperated look on his face.
“Uh, yeah. It’s actually worse at Ezra’s house, but at least there I have my headphones. Christ, I bet the whole town heard you.”
Ezra presses in behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist. His shadows follow, curling around my hips, smokey little monsters echoing the gentle touch of my ancient Grim.
When he chuckles, they ripple against my skin. Even they find this funny.
“Apologies to both of you. I find I have trouble controlling myself when it comes to Aurora.” He turns to me, heat in his eyes and mischief curling at the edges of his mouth. “To be fair, I asked you to be quiet, darling. You’re the one who couldn’t stop screaming my name,” Ezra jokes.
I pull his clasped hands apart and wiggle out of his arms.
He pouts in the most adorable way, making me want to shove him back into that powder room and fall to my knees.
“Did Iain get you sorted out, Lou?” I ask hopefully.
