Knock.
Knock, knock.
Pulling out my phone, I looked at the time. 12:23 a.m. My jaw clenched.
Who would be knocking at this hour?
I put my leather SNO-OPS cuffs on, still unsure if we were in the clear over what’d happened at headquarters. It was hard to believe we’d gotten so lucky.
Shuffling to the front door, I spread my fingertips on the wood, tapping at the invisible wards to lower them. I opened the door, my other hand clenched in a fist, ready to unleash if someone unwanted was on my doorstep.
Oakley stood on the porch, illuminated by coppery moonlight and wrapped up in her fuzzy black robe and pumpkin slippers. In her hands were two mugs, steam wafting up from them carrying the smell of apples, nutmeg, and caramel.
“Salted caramel apple cider,” she said with a smile, holding one out in offering. “I may have added a quarter shot of bourbon to them.”
“Did you text? I would have come over if you needed me for something.”
“I didn’t. Everyone is fine and sound asleep back at the house. I just figured maybe you could use some company…”
There were twin marks at the base of her throat. Atlas had fed recently. While the effects of his mealtimes, along with the full moon’s arrival, had gotten us a little lust-addled, none of us had acted on it. We’d all been on edge and in survival mode, trying to navigate this new normal and find out what had shaken out at headquarters.
The way her eyes were glued to my lips as I sipped my cider, though, had me wondering if that was about to change. I swallowed the anxious lump at the back of my throat. She had come here to be alone with me. Did that mean—
She floated her mug to set it down on the porch rail before stepping out of her slippers.
Was this for real, or had I fallen asleep after staring at the board for hours?
I need to stop reading so many spicy fantasy books.
As the robe fell around her shoulders, dropping past her waist and falling onto the dimly lit porch, my breath hitched. She was in a black ensemble, the bra connected by a strip of fabric that went down her center into a pair of briefs, a galaxy of stars scattered along the mesh.
The mug slipped from my hand, and Oakley caught it before it shattered on the porch and floated it to sit next to hers. “You like?” she asked, taking a few steps closer.
“I think it’s obvious I more than like.” My eyes darted around the neighborhood. The streetlamps hovered over the cul-de-sac, but it didn’t look like anyone was out, most witches tucked away in the pines to recharge. “You sure you want to do this out here?”
“Do what?” she asked innocently. With a wave of her hand, my dick sprang to life, ready to break free from my jeans.
Definitely not dreaming.
“Mischievous tonight, aren’t we, Midnight?” My hands slid to my belt buckle and I arched a brow at her. However, instead of taking off my jeans, I strode forward and patted the porch rail. She eagerly shuffled over and turned toward me, then I lifted her up and set her onto the dark wood, nudging her legs to either side of me. The heat of her core pressed against my jeans.
My mouth crashed into hers, and I reached down, finding her bare. Her lingerie was missing a strip of fabric.
She was the sexiest witch and tonight, I’d have her all to myself under the full moon.
I swiped my hand through her glistening folds, and our tongues stroked each other’s while I circled over her clit, her breath catching. When she grabbed the support beam, wriggling against me and panting against my lips, I nipped at them and plunged two fingers deep inside of her.
She needed to be soaked and ready for what I had planned. I only hoped that when I made her come and my magic transferred to her that it wouldn’t ruin things between us.
If she sees my worst, will she still want me?
“Don’t let go, Midnight,” I instructed, tapping the support beam. Then I knelt before her, bringing her thighs over my shoulders, parting her with my tongue. Keeping my eyes on hers, I lapped up her glistening desire. She moaned, her nails digging into the wood.Good.I wanted her to leave those marks, a memory made beautiful reality in the divots she’d engrain there.
“Oh Goddess, Saros,” she whimpered, her free hand grabbing the back of my neck. Jerking her body against my face, she tensed around my fingers. “More.”
I beamed, admiring my handiwork, the lust dripping between her legs. “Look how responsive you are.”
Continuing to pump in and out of her, I twirled my tongue against her sensitive bud, making her legs shake around me. She nearly lost her balance, sending some Desire straight into my chest, and I growled out, gripping her thighs to steady her.
