It was nearly impossible to tear myself away from the mirror. But the thought of getting clean and then dragging my mates back to bed so Caitlyn could give me her bite finally pushed me to turn on the faucet and step into the bath.
Once I was done, I spent a few minutes hunting for a towel, quickly giving up the search and deciding to air dry while admiring my bite some more, then all but skipped my way back to the bedroom.
I found a set of clothes laid out on the freshly made bed—presumably Creep’s handiwork, since neither Caitlyn nor I had made the bed since I got here—and while it was very neat, it lacked Ambrose’s military-style tucks.
“You didn’t have to bother,” I called up toward the ceiling as I pulled on my sweatpants. “I don’t think it’s going to stay made for very long.”
I practically ran down the stairs and found my mates in the kitchen, deep in conversation about their favorite movies.
I ignored the instinct to let them keep talking, to sit back and bask in this new, domestic sort of bliss, because right now, all I wanted was to feel them on me. To drag them upstairs and make love for the next week.
“Blaise—” Ambrose began, but I pressed a finger to his lips, silencing him.
“Less talking,” I said, dragging my finger away, allowing it to briefly catch on his bottom lip, and turning to Caitlyn. In one smooth motion, I pulled both her and the chair back from the table and scooped her into my arms.
She let out a startledyip, followed immediately by a giggle, as I nuzzled my mouth against her neck. “More fucking,” I murmured.
I glanced at Ambrose. He wore a look of only half-hearted irritation, but his scent told an entirely different story. Yeah, he was more than ready for an afternoon spent exploring each other.
As he rolled his eyes and stood, I walked past him, Caitlyn bouncing in my arms.
“Race you,” I called over my shoulder.
Caitlyn laughed as I took off, ignoring Ambrose’s shout of “Don’t run with her in your arms!”
I did run with her, despite Ambrose’s protests, all the way to the bedroom. I gently tossed her onto the bed and climbed on top of her, nuzzling into her neck as she giggled. The door clicked softly behind Ambrose as he entered, and he came to a halt, leaning back against one of the bedposts.
My nuzzling attack continued. It wasn’t the most seductive thing an incubus could do in a bedroom, but I fucking loved the sound of her laughter. And when I glanced at Ambrose, the corner of his mouth had quirked into a grin. He was the kind ofdemon who was far too reserved to initiate a kiss-tickle attack, but he clearly enjoyed watching it.
“Blaise, stop it!” Caitlyn protested through her giggles, but the scent of joy rolling off her only urged me on.
“Not until I get my answers,” I murmured into her neck, trailing my lips and fingers down her body and over her heart. I paused only long enough to undo her overall clasps and brush my cheek over the place where I’d left my mark on her, before continuing down to her belly.
“What answers?” she wheezed. “You haven’t asked a question.”
I glanced up at her, hooked my fingers under her T-shirt, and pressed a kiss to her stomach. “Not all questions need to be verbal.”
Ambrose stiffened, scenting the shift in me from playful to predatory, his nostrils flaring as he breathed it in.
“But I guess I’m asking you,” I continued softly, “to tell me where you intend to bite me, mate.”
Then, without giving her a chance to answer, I pushed her T-shirt up, exposing her. My tongue followed quickly, sweeping up her belly and across her ribs, only stopping when I drew the peak of her marked breast into my mouth.
Her fingers threaded into my hair as she sucked in a surprised breath, then let out a whimper when I slid my hands under her overalls and into her panties. The moment my fingers glided through her slick folds, she bucked against me.
I was almost drunk on desire as I slid one finger inside her, then a second. My tongue circled her nipple before drawing it into my mouth, suckling as I pumped my fingers in and out of her. She let out the sweetest little moan, and it went straight through me.
And Gods, I should have been taking my time. I should have been worshipping every inch of her. But I was a greedy demon.I needed to feel her core clench around my fingers, to hear her scream my name—needed it before I stripped her down, flipped her over, and dragged that same sound from her again with my cock, and then again and again and again, until she became that carnal creature she’d been last night. Until she climbed on top of me, her only thought where she was going to mark me with her bite.
My thumb brushed over her swollen clit, and she was so fucking close. I curled my fingers inside her, massaging that patch of nerves that sent her tumbling over the edge. Her scent flooded the room, thick and intoxicating, and it felt as though the entire house was shaking under the force of her pleasure. The chandeliers tinkled, the wood panels creaked, the curtains quivered—
... wait...
... that wasactuallyhappening.
The house was rattling in warning.
Ambrose’s shadows speared toward the window, ripping the curtains open as he strode forward. His rage plunged the room into near darkness, the light swallowed whole as I slid my fingers from Caitlyn and moved without thinking.
