My cheeks heated as my head bounced in agreement. Reaching out, I traced over his jaw, his thick scruff tickling my skin.
“How could I feel the dead here in this room?” His lids narrowed. “Feel them in the past... there was no difference. How is this possible?”
I exhaled with a shrug, having no clue.
“This is not natural, even to the fae world.” His calloused palm continued to explore my skin, arousal tingling through me again. “Even with the rarest of magic, this shouldn’t be possible.”
I inhaled sharply as his touch glided down, rubbing through my folds, his erection responding to my arousal.
“Youaren’t normal,” he breathed out in a horse whisper, cascading desire down on me like rain.
“You aren’t either.”
He grinned, his palms gripping my hips, leaning in. His mouth joined his fingers, tearing a gasp from my lungs. Tugging one of my legs onto the chair, spreading me open, his tongue parted me, his other arm pulling me in firmer to him.
“Oh . . . gods . . .” My head fell back, my lungs clenching.
“Guess we’re both freaks,” he muttered against me before he devoured me with fierce aptitude.
The screams and noises coming from me didn’t sound human. My body trembled and convulsed. I could no longer breathe, blackness dotting my vision. My ache for release made me frantic and crazed. Right as I felt myself near it, he seized my waist, yanking me over his lap, and slamming me down on him.
“FUCK!” A deep bellow rang in the air, and I had no idea if it was from him or me.
Everything went dark as I exploded into fragments.
Chapter
Twenty-One
“You two get up!” A crisp voice jolted me from a deep sleep, my body feeling like it was wrapped in the most delicious cocoon.
My eyes fluttered open; early morning light bathed the room. Aches and pains wracked across my muscles the instant I stirred. Lying on my stomach, a massive body half covered mine, our legs and arms tangled. His cock was hard against my ass, our naked skin brushing against each other, his intoxicating smell wrapping over me. I never wanted to move.
“Now!”
Blinking, I lifted my head to see Kitty standing in the doorway, her expression tight with displeasure. She was regal in her annoyance.
I followed her gaze as it slinked around the room, landing on every item now destroyed, her nose flaring.
When did we break the chair?My mind tried to recall, but I remembered nothing after Warwick thrust into me. When did he bring me back to bed? What was left of it, anyway?
Warwick moaned into my neck, his body stretching over mine, his cock burrowing in deeper into my ass, forcing me to bite down on my lip.
“Kitty...” he murmured, his eyes opening, his tone full of the charm he used on her.
“Ne szarozz velem,Warwick.”Don’t mess with me.Her voice was low and controlled. “The only reason I’m not kicking you out of here for good is because as a result of...” Her manicured hand motioned to us. “Ofwhateveryou two generated, which I really don’t want to know about,” she shook her head, her hand up like a barrier, “patrons paid triple the normal amount last night.”
“See?” Warwick rubbed his face, rolling onto his back. “You should be thanking us.”
“Thanking you?” Kitty’s voice tightened, her shoulders rising. “You demolished this room. Again!”
“I never destroyedthisroom before.”
She sucked in sharply. Warwick’s mischievous smile grew; he enjoyed getting a rise out of her.
Her lids closed briefly, and she took a slow, deep breath. “Thanks to Dr. Laski, the bandit is still alive. Barely.” Her heels clicked as she turned, her hand on the doorknob. “You better hurry while he is still awake and breathing.”
The door slammed.
