Ember
“The guy in your sketch, what is he?” Pax asks.
“A badger, why?” Ren directs my chin to look at him.
“He uses the Hounds garage; we’re on our way to take him to meet your father” I close my eyes at Ren's words.
“His wife is a succubus, you’d best call Lily, she can’t influence and can only feed through the act”, I can hear my voice shake at the memory of them. Ren takes my mouth in a commanding kiss; at my moan, he releases me,
“You’re in my arms tonight, Luna” Paxton kisses me while cupping my ass and pressing me against his hard lengths.
“You're mine tomorrow, Pixie”, he nips my ear as he steps away. I watch them head to the garage. Taking a deep breath, I head back out to the deck, then curl up to Trick and feel him relax a little next to me. No one mentions my sketch or where the others have gone. After a while we head to the dining room so they can do their homework, Jace and I get into a debate on best fantasy author, which abruptly stops when Nate tries to join in, which makes him pout like a toddler being told they’re not allowed ice-cream for breakfast, just because he has met most of them in person doesn’t make him an expert.
Trent takes a call partway through dinner and leaves with meals for Dad, Declan, Saint, Ren, Paxton and a few extras; he smiles at me, but it's strained.
I leave the guys and head up to have a soak in the bath, taking a book with me, wanting something easy, I take Discovery of Witches by Deborah Harkness.
Apparently, there is a TV series, but I don’t watch TV very often unless it is cheesy Hallmark movies with Elise.
She bought me this series when I took an interest in British history, and I did with Dan.
This is one I can reread a lot and always pick up something new mentioned between the covers.
At some point, I nod off, and thankfully, I dropped the book over the edge of the bath.
Trick wakes me up, and the bath water is nearly cold, so I dry off and slip into one of Trick’s t-shirts and some fluffy socks; these must be from Darby or Bram, as they have dragons on them.
I head to Ren’s room while I stick my hair in a loose French braid, knowing that Ren’ll only take it out when he gets home.
I snuggle down in the middle of the bed, and as I start to nod off, I hear Trick come in.
He tells the Alexa to play a playlist, and then he climbs into bed with me.
I didn’t expect him to push me on my back and settle his hips in the cradle of my thighs, resting one forearm beside my head, the other, he runs his palm from just below my ass cheek up the side of my body, pushing my t-shirt out of the way as he goes.
The groan when he realised I had no panties on was new, he runs his thumb along the bottom of my breast, my t-shirt is still covering my nipples but my breasts are poking out from underneath, he runs his index finger along the base, hooking his finger underneath as he gets to the end and slowly lifts my top until both of my breasts are exposed, he then rests his hand on my side, his thumb under my boob and his index finger up the side, a tortured groan leaves his throat and he grinds his cock against me trying to make himself more comfortable.
He hooks my legs around his hips and presses fully against me, making me moan, as he starts to run a finger around my nipple.
My hips involuntarily start to rock against him, he pecks a kiss on my lips, I whimper at the shortness of it, then he presses a similar peck to the tip of my needy left bud.
“I’m not ready to fully bond, but I need my claim on your perfect body” his voice sounds desperate his hips keep losing rhythm trying to keep a slow pace I drop one foot, pressing it to the bed I roll us so he’s on his back and I’m straddling him, I roll my hips faster chasing what I feel we both need before sealing my lips on his, both swallowing each other’s moans, tearing my lips from his, feeling how close I am, I arch up so my left breast is over his mouth, I start to circle my hips making myself gasp and the new sensation.
“Can I mark you too?” I pant, my climax getting so close I can almost taste it, Trick growls something in Japanese that I don’t catch as he shifts his snout, sinking his small, sharp teeth into my breast, circling my nipple, rolling his tongue around the mark and flicking my nipple at the same time.
My nipple slips from his mouth with an audible pop.
“Mark me, Quinny,” I smirk and lean forward sinking my teeth above his heart just like I did his Twin, his hand grabs a fist of my hair, the other holding my hip, as I lick the blood away he yanks my hair to bring my mouth to his, just as I fall over the edge, he lets out a drawn out moan into my mouth and I feel his cum soak through his boxers, I flop onto his chest whispering
“I love you”, I don’t hear a reply as I fall asleep on him.