“That’s our Goddess,” I said to Oakley, her breasts heaving as she caught her breath. Her eyes began to flutter, exhaustion returning to her face, now mixed with post-sex haze.
Saros removed the talisman from around his neck. “Get some sleep, Midnight.”
She yawned, grabbing her robe and pulling it over her shoulders. Moving from the bed, I savored one last look at her beautiful face, unsure when we’d see her in person again. “Amazing as always, Wicked.”
When she smiled in response, my chest ached, longing to be closer to her despite her brilliant and creative work-around.
“Goodnight, you two,” she said before I waved at her to hang up. For some reason, I hated the prospect of being the one to do it. Her chestnut irises shimmered, lips parting as if to say something, but then she pressed them shut and the video chat ended.
Never had I thought I’d find someone who could make both Saros and I feel this way. Sure, we’d shared men and women before, but as a one-off thing. This was different.
This was a future. Alife.
One I would give anything for.
We padded into the bathroom, Saros turning on the water before coming up behind me and pressing a tender kiss to my shoulder. “I hate being here, but at least I’ve got you.”
I spun to face him and clasped my hands at the nape of his neck. “Always.”
Pale-green prickles outlined his body, a silent warning that he was more anxious about dealing with the Wellses again than he’d ever let on.
“Let’s kick ass at tomorrow’s interrogation,” I encouraged, before I nipped his bottom lip. He nodded in agreement, the green paling to a soft haze. The steam around us thickened with sweet syrup, pink puffs swirling through it. I kissed him, savoring each stroke of his tongue as he guided me backward until my shoulder blades jolted on the cold tile.
I arched a devious brow, attention drawn to his deliciously hard length nestled against mine, settled perfectly between us. “Somebody’s ready for more.”
He chuckled, gripping my chin. “When it comes to you? Always.”
Chapter5
Oakley
Agossip-filled wave of whispers crashed into us the moment Hazel opened the Coven Community Center doors. A handful of witches’ eyes darted in our direction before returning to their huddled neighbors, deep in conversation. Ruby, our interim coveness, was up at the front looking through some papers at the podium, coppery stars smattering its onyx metal.
My sister greeted everyone with a big, bold smile, radiating pure confidence that I hadn’t seen from her since she’d been taken. Her mask was on, something I envied her for. I was much more the heart-on-my-sleeve kind of witch.
One of the many reasons it was so hard for me to have Atlas in such close proximity now that he’d moved in.
Aspen sat nestled on my hip, head perched on my shoulder, his padded carrier strapped around my waist. I pressed a kiss to his temple, continuing through the crowd until I spotted Ivy and Jade with their families. At least they felt like a safe place to land among the nosey throng of Starry Night Lane residents.
“Hey, Hazel,” Jade said, waving from the ground while she wrestled an empty chip bag from her toddler. “So glad to see you here.”
Ivy smiled, and my sister returned it tenfold. “You’ve been missed.”
“Just been busy catching up on work,” Hazel replied, that brilliant crimson grin never leaving her face.
Anytime she was in public, she wason.
I knew better, though. I saw the moments she wasn’t exuding lively energy on the phone. The hours tucked away in her room.
The things she didn’t say.
As wrong as it sounded, I wished Lynx would return so he could help me get a clearer read on her. I needed to know things were going to get better for my sister.
“How are the designs coming along?” Jade asked, pulling from my thoughts.
“Good!” A smile streaked across my lips, thrilled to show them what I’d been working on. “You two still available tomorrow for the boudoir shoot?”
“Sure thing!” Ivy seemed genuinely excited.
