“What’s on the agenda for tomorrow?” I asked as he grazed his teeth over my pulse. My heart thrashed wildly at the sensual promise. His hand hooked around my knee and dragged it across his thigh.
“I couldn’t give a shit right now, Cora,” he growled. “I’ve had the scent of you on my hands all night, and I’m done waiting.”
“You didn’t wash before the meeting and snacks?” That was unsanitary.
He snorted. “I would bathe in your scent if I could. Every. Single. Day.”
“When will this calm down?” I wondered aloud, because I kept waiting for this need to subside. I wasn’t lying to myself; I was just as hot for him. It wasn’t one sided.
“When my animal feels satisfied you aren’t going anywhere.” That made sense—for him. I didn’t have an animal.
Indigo raised her head, giving me a mental look that would make lesser folk shrink in terror.“This does not look like New Orleans,”she said with the kind of wry amusement only the daughter of death could muster.“But as a consolation to tide me over, I will take him.”
“You can’t have him,” I snapped out loud, making Hudson shake with laughter. “You find it funny that she’s threatening to eat you?”
“Sex, Cora, not snacks. She won’t eat me.”
“Oh, I will, but in a way he’ll enjoy.”
Dear God. Wait. I needed to stop saying that in case I had some kind of express prayer line through familial connections. The last thing I needed was an awkward meeting with the Almighty where I presented him with a homemade scarf, and he gave me a list of transgressions, including sexual fantasies aboutHudson and me under the light of the full moon. Wait, that was a memory, not a fantasy. Does that make it better?
“Stop thinking,” Hudson growled.
Easier said than?—
His teeth nipped at my breast.
Oh.
But I had so much?—
His fingers swiped through my heat.
Oh.
What about?—
He growled, and Indigo answered with a throaty moan that was half me, half her. I sounded more animal than human.
Heat flared through my veins, and my core clenched. Greedy. That was the best way to describe how I felt for Hudson. Greedy. Hot. A little feral.
He worked his fingers inside me, alternating with caressing the bundle of nerves that made my limbs tingle.
“Hudson,” I warned as he slowed down. I was not in the mood to be teased.
His mouth found mine, and he swallowed my protests as he played my body like a fiddle. I both loved and hated him at this moment. I clutched his arm, and claws protruded from my fingers, sinking against his flesh but not drawing blood. It seemed my angelic beastie wasn’t in the mood for torment either.
“You need to give me what I need before she takes control.” She had been known to lash out when provoked. It always involved blood and sex. Indigo stayed quiet in my mind, but fed me her power so I could take what I needed. My leg tightened against his hip, and I flipped him onto his back. He gasped at my strength as I grinned down at him. “Still underestimating me, Principal,” I taunted. “When will you learn?”
I aligned our bodies and sunk down onto him, reveling in the bite of pain that his size always ignited before it bled into pleasure. His hands trailed up my spine, and my eyes closed as I moved on top of him. His hand tangled in my hair, tugging the strands, causing me to hiss and open my eyes.
“You are stunning, Cora.” Then, with a smirk, he flipped us so I was pinned underneath him. My claws raked down his back as a growl rattled in my chest.
“I am not breakable,” I snarled. I didn’t want him soft and slow right now. I needed Hudson the predator to remind me I was his, and he was mine. I needed him to mark me. Wait, what? It’s not that he hadn’t bitten me on the odd occasion, but marking me? That wasn’t something elementals desired.
He grabbed my wrists in one hand and pinned them above my head. My ankles hooked together against his ass, and I met his every thrust, gaining the friction I needed to send me hurtling. He twisted his hips with a snarl, and my breath caught. My spine arched, and I came so hard my vision blinked out for a moment. Seconds later, he followed me before slumping against my neck. His heavy hot pants drifted over my shoulder as he rolled to his side, but kept us connected. My fingers combed through his hair.
“Did I hurt you?” he wondered. I hated that question on so many levels.
