The guy grinned, “All the males took a pact to magic ourselves with the same look.”
Great.Just freaking genius. They all had the same onyx colored hair of the Midnight princes. But the dude I’d kissed wasn’t one of them, because he’d referred to the secret garden as a place his friend told him about. Which meant my magical kisser was friends with the Midnight princes or worked for them.
Awkward.
Half of me wanted to go through the entire room and kiss every single guy just so I could find him and then kick him in the balls for leaving me like that. Why did that kiss have to be so amazing? I couldn’t deal—I needed more wine and chocolate before I could enact operationKiss Every Dude Here.
“Let’s go, Ash.” I tugged on Kaja’s arm. “Nice to meet you!” I yelled to yellow eyes and walked away briskly with my new bestie.
Three mage wine drinks and a dozen dipped strawberries later, and still, all I could think about was a certain sexy-schmexy wolf dude. I needed to start kissing other guys pronto; someone was bound to make my toes curl … or make magical butterflies descend from the sky? Now, where was my wingwoman? I swayed on my feet, bumping into a tux-clad body as I spun away from the chocolate fountain. “Shh-orry.”
Note to self: three drinks werea lot… way too much … for me to think … right. Although shifter metabolism was a thing of beauty, I had not burned off the effects of those drinks. The good news, no tears. I was doing better than I had a few years ago when my dad gave me that glass.
“You all right, princess?” the dude in the tux asked, his voice like liquid honey.
Grinning, I nodded. “Very much yes—I think.”
Staring at his eyes, I noticed his were green—like spring grass. “Do people change their eye color tonight?”
Reaching out to touch his eyelids, I reconsidered and let my hand fall onto his chest. Hard as a rock. I patted it, wondering if chests could be magicked too.
Was this my kisser?
“Some do.” He seemed amused by me, allowing me to pat his chest as he looked down at me with a halfcocked grin.
“Are yours reallythatcolor?” Because if they were, there was a fair chance this dude could be one of the asshole Midnight brothers, Rage or Justice. Too bad I didn’t know if my magical garden asshat’s eyes were really green or just magicked-green.
“No.” His lips pulled up in the corner. “Why do you ask?”
No way was I going to tell, but there was something I wanted to say to this dude. Leaning forward, I dropped my voice and narrowed my eyes. “Are you trustworthy?”
He grinned, a feral, wild grin that made my heart leap. “Not at all.”
“That’s…” I held my fist up, index finger extended to make a point. “Huh … that’s very honest of you.” Which required me to pat his chest again with approval.Dayum. “I like your chest.”
Please don’t be Nolan.
He chuckled. “Really? How interesting. I find yours quite to my liking as well.”
Laughter burst from me as my belly warmed at his words. Mage wine and chocolate werelife. Where was Kaja? My bestie was missing out on all the fun.
“That’s good.” And totally factored into my kissing plan. Tilting my chin so I stared above his square jaw, I demanded, “Tell me what you think of my lips.”
Leaning over me, he traced his finger across my collarbone, up the side of my neck, and then rubbed his thumb over my lips. His voice dropped, going husky with desire. “They’re ripe for kissi—”
Dude disappeared. A blur, almost too fast for me to see, whizzed past, and when I looked up, he was gone.
Huh? How drunk was I?
I blinked, and there was a new man towering over me, definitely not the same guy who’d been there seconds ago.
“Hey, what the—?” In fact … those emerald eyes, those lips.
“Youasshole!” I screamed at my garden kisser. How did I even recognize him? Who knew? Maybe it was the eyes or the way my body gravitated toward him like he was the frickin’ sun.
Looking to the right, I saw the guy I’d been speaking with now lay among the forest bramble a dozen feet away. He’d literally flown out the open, white food tent and into the trees. He climbed to his feet, leaf-litter and twigs stuck to his coat and hair.
Shaking my head, I looked back at Asshat Extraordinaire. Un-freaking-believable. How dare he act possessive now? I splayed my palms out on his chest and tried to push past him—which was like trying to shove a tank, impossible—even for a werewolf.
