“The soap and stuff were already out, thanks.”
“Sure, okay. If you’re good, I’ll leave you to it.” I swear he sounds half strangled.
“Oh, Grayson?” I call louder in case he already walked away.
“Yeah?” I hear the doorknob jiggle like he’s trying to get in.
“Can you ask Felix if I can borrow a shirt for tomorrow? Just a T-shirt until I can get a few things.”
I hear the thud again, and a groan accompanies it this time. “No problem,” he mumbles.
“Thank you,” I reply, then use the towel to wipe the sweat from my face. My clit is still swollen, I can feel it when I squeeze my legs together, but I’m worried about getting caught now. Damnit, this shouldn’t be such a big deal. We were always very comfortable with our sexuality. I’m not doing anything wrong.
I slide my fingers between my legs. It still feels good, but nothing like it did before. Somehow, it doesn’t feel worth the effort anymore. With a disgruntled sigh, I heave myself out of the water and pull the plug. “Should have just used the showerhead, fast and easy,” I mumble to myself.
I glance up at the foggy mirror, and a stark realization hits me. Grayson admitted to being able to sense my emotions. I clap my hand over my necklace in an effort to prove that couldn’t be the case, but it’s useless. Even the MBI protection isn’t enough to keep me shielded from them, not with the link from the spell.
The embarrassment hits hard and fast, quickly followed by indignant annoyance with myself. I shouldn’t be ashamed I got caught getting all hot and bothered. Why did he even have to come to my door in the first place?
Fucking great. Isn’t it enough that I have a familiar that points out my thoughts every time they get a little less than pure, and that Felix can hear him? And now I know Grayson has a direct line to all my emotions. I need a magical chastity belt on steroids, and I still don’t think that would be strong enough.
Eventually, I dry off and brush out my hair, then I slide on my panties and shirt. My skin is still rosy and warm, but I’m definitely not as relaxed as I was hoping. At least I don’t stink, yay me.
Chapter 24
Careful what you wish for.
Last night before going to bed, I unlocked my door and left it cracked in the event Percival wanted to return to the den he created in the closet. He must have after I fell asleep, because that was where I found him this morning. I was surprised at how little space he ended up claiming as his own after seeing the overstuffed boxes the guys helped him tote out of the library. I have no idea what he did with half of it.
As quietly as I can, I dress in my jeans and the plain white T-shirt I found on the end of my bed this morning—it seems Percival isn’t the only one who sneaked in quietly last night. The shirt is a little big, so I pull the excess fabric behind me, tie it into a knot, and tuck it under, then I roll up the sleeves a little. The V-neck makes it hard to conceal my necklace, but it looks more stylish. Turning from left to right in front of the mirror, I accept the more casual look. It’s definitely not something I would wear into the MBI, but I’m okay with it here. Worst case scenario, I can throw my jacket over it if need be.
Percival is still sleeping soundly when I exit the room. I need to make more time to get to know the little guy. I also need to pick his brain about what he knows about what happened at the library. I bet he will be a font of information on Belinda Miller. I hope he can refrain from giving me the sordid details of her and Dad’s relationship though. I shudder.
“Are you cold?” Felix asks, and his voice startles me. I didn’t even realize he was around.
“No, where did you come from?” I look past him.
“My room.” He points down the hall.
“Oh, are all your rooms nearby?”
Felix pushes his glasses up his nose. “We’re actually downstairs right beneath you. I just used the back stairs.” He motions down the hall again.
“Oh.” I grin. “So you weren’t just casually passing by, huh?” I bump my shoulder into his arm as we continue down the hall.
“I wanted to make sure the shirt worked out okay.” He clears his throat. “It looks way better on you than me, by the way.”
“An early morning walk by and flattery. Are you trying to butter me up for something, Felix?” I tease.
When we reach the bottom of the stairs, he sends his heated gaze in my direction, then takes a step closer. I have a moment to be thankful that I already brushed my teeth before his face is only centimeters away from mine. “I can’t get the taste of you out of my head.” He looks down at my lips and licks his own.
My stomach does a flip-flop as my back hits the wall. He’s right there in front of me, filling my entire vision with him and his amazing emerald eyes. Hexes, he’s gorgeous and looking at me like he wants to devour me whole.
I lean up and close the tiny space between us, fusing our lips together. Felix snakes his arm around my back and jerks me tighter against him so I can feel just how badly he wants to taste me. At least I know I’m not the only one walking around aroused all the damn time.
Reaching between our bodies, I run my palm over his dick. He tilts his hips back just an inch or two to grant me more access, and I give him a little squeeze in response. Felix pauses mid swipe of his tongue and makes a growling sound in the back of his throat.Oh, that’s new.
Felix bites my lip just enough to make me gasp, then kisses the side of my mouth before continuing down my jaw to my neck. I tilt my head back as he teases me with his mouth and teeth. My fingers ache from trying to grip him through his pants, but I don’t care, I just want to feel him. I try to get to his zipper, but he bends his knees and pulls out of my reach. I feel the pout on my face, but it doesn’t last when he jerks the neckline of the shirt and my bra cup to the side, exposing my breast to his waiting mouth.
