“That feels good, doesn’t it, Wicked?”
My voice dropped a husky octave. “You would know.”
There was no pretending possible with his gift, every wave of pleasure that crashed into me crashed into him. And the knowledge of that only spurred me on.
I strummed myself into a heady crescendo, becoming bolder with each stroke. “Why don’t you come here and find out for yourself?”
What the hell am I saying? And whose voice is this?
“Don’t tempt me, Wicked,” he gritted out through the line. “It’s taking everything not to come just watching you like this.”
“I’m not stopping you,” I rasped, head rolling back uncontrollably until the urge to watch him, to see his reaction to me, tugged my chin down.
“Ladies first.” His arm moved faster, and my pulse raced as I envisioned my own hand stroking him, my lips wrapped around his cock. Wondering what he would taste like. How deep he could reach inside me.
Imagination running wild, my legs shook uncontrollably. I braced myself on the windowsill, not giving a fuck about anything other than enjoying every sensation jolting through me and the instinct to shred away every wall and path that stood between us.
“Just like that, Wicked,” Lynx demanded, his breath more ragged than before. He was close. “Keep going and I’ll give you a reward.”
I gritted my teeth. All I wanted was to never stop feeling this. Droplets of Desire rose up through me. Sensations I missed that, I realized in this moment, were just as much a part of myself as everything else.
My body and its cravings still belonged to me.
An intense crest of his lust surged through my veins, spinning my own waves of ecstasy into a tsunami.
“Goddess!” I shouted, every part of me pulled deliciously taut before I went slack against the glass pane.
“Yes, you are.” Lynx chuckled darkly. “Glad you enjoyed my gift.”
“I did.” The dress’s material pooled at my feet, legs still quivering.
Lynx was slowing his strokes, twisting up and down, up and down. I could only make out its thick outline, but I was more than ready to hop on for a moonlit ride.
“Did you…finish?” I asked, worry suddenly floating to the surface.
“Oh, Wicked.” His silhouette shook its head in the darkness. “You did this to me, so I’m saving every last drop for you.”
Goddess, this witch.
“Okay,” was all I managed to croak out, making him chuckle more. My throat was dry, but every other part of me felt wet, wet, wet—including some of my formerly dusty crumbs of Desire. While I wasn’t replenished by any means, maybe it would be enough to help find Hazel.
And for the first time since I’d let my magic begin to slip away, I was certain that I wanted it all back.
Chapter17
Lynx
Iwrapped the towel around myself, still shivering from my cold shower. While my libido had calmed down, my body felt like a live wire, drenched in the lust I’d channeled from Oakley and the rest of our coven and their full moon activities.
When I walked into the bedroom Saros was still fully dressed, legs crossed with case files strewn around him in a messy circle. His version of organized chaos. I knew better than to question it.
Brow furrowed, he squinted at the holographic board situated in front of the bed.
“Someone looks sour.”
He pointed at the hologram, shifting a string and repositioning an orb into another spot. He was looking at the timeline again—which disappearances had happened and after which new moons. “Not all of us have time to think with our dicks when there are people missing or potentially murdered out there.”
“Ah.” I picked up a few of the case files, making room for myself to sit across from him on the bed. “I see.”
