Chapter 19 Ezra #2
I watched that woman fight death itself, bite a man’s cock off while he was still assaulting her, and then crawl back into life like it was something she owned.
Aurora, in her most human form, is already terrifying.
And when that spitfire gains even an ounce of magic?
Who the fuck knows what will happen.
I bite the inside of my cheek, forcing myself to stay in the moment.
“As for your concerns about my past, I’d be worried if you didn’t think I was a whore. And I fucking loved being a whore.
“But Aurora? Christ, she’s different. I don’t particularly like anyone, but I want to know everything about her.
What she likes and doesn’t like. What makes her laugh.
What pisses her off. I want it all. And yes.
Everyone and everything until now has been a series of holes I gladly filled without a second thought. ”
I pause, my jaw tightening.
“But that got boring. Being alone, keeping to myself, not dealing with another living soul—that was far better than sex. Until her …”
I glance down the hallway, imagining her wet, soapy body under the hot spray of the shower. The second the thought forms, my shadows flicker at my fingertips, begging to touch her, too.
What I wouldn’t give to feel her warm, slippery skin pressed against mine.
“Oi! Dirty old man! We’re talking, remember?” Louie snaps, nipping at my hand.
My shadows act before I do, lunging for the beast, desperate for blood and revenge. But I force them back with a chuckle.
Fucking hell-mutt.
I smirk, making a show of readjusting my cock.
“Ever so sorry, my dear. My imagination got the better of me.”
“Jesus fucking Christ, Ezra! Get a hold of yourself. You’re like a teenager who just found out tits exist. What the hell is wrong with you?”
Where shall I start, Lou?
“This is exactly why you don’t have to worry about me becoming bored. She’s all I think about, ever since I saw her outside the shop. And yes, I want to fill every one of her holes several times over. But I’d rather die than hurt her, and that’s saying a lot coming from an immortal.”
Before the hellhound can attack me for my “holes” comment, the bathroom door opens, and Aurora steps out, wrapped in the smallest towel I’ve ever seen, a puff of steam curling around her like smoke.
Does she want to break me?
If Louie weren’t here, my cock would be buried in her throat, with my hand tangled in her hair, pulling back just far enough to watch my cum paint her tongue.
But only if she wanted to.
Goddamn it.
When Aurora glances down the hall, she notices Louie and me face to face in her living room. Her dark green eyes meet mine, and I’m certain she knows exactly what she’s doing in that skimpy towel.
Such a naughty little thing.
“Are you two done being dicks to each other? I don’t need you to be friends, but I’d feel better if you called a truce. Both of you want to keep me safe. Can’t you work together?”
She readjusts her towel, which allows me a brief glimpse of her tempting thighs.
Holy hell.
She’s the woman every painter and sculptor tried in vain to capture. And after seeing her powerful, ancient femininity peek through that towel, I’m convinced they were all fucking failures.
Aurora is right, though. Louie and I need to push aside our negative feelings so we can keep her safe.
I suppose this means I’ll have to drag myself back into underborne and erevald society. Grovel for backup. Smile at parasites. Pretend I don’t want to slaughter half the room.
Thank the collapsing stars that I’m a charming bastard.
And lucky for them, the little goddess has me on a short leash.
Louie’s tail thumps against the floor, her grin sharpening to something wicked.
“You’re right, Aurora. We were just talking about a truce. Weren’t we, Ezra? Actually, he was just saying something interesting about … holes?”
I wonder what Louie would look like with her throat ripped out and her insides on the outside. But I shove that violent impulse into the back of my mind.
I want to get this day over with so I can spend the evening discovering how Aurora’s body responds to my touch, my tongue, my lips …
“A truce. Of course. And the hole Louie mentioned is the one in my heart since you left.”
“Ezra. Shut the fuck up,” Louie growls while Aurora loudly giggles.
“A few hundred years ago, that line would have gotten me laid,” I grumble.
Aurora walks over to me, grabs my chin, and brushes her lips against mine before pinching one of my cheeks.
“Poor, sweet Grim. Now you have to work for it.”
She has no idea how hard I would work for it.
The smile that spreads across my face almost hurts as we stand nose to nose. All I want to do is grab her hips, pin her down, drown in her warmth, her scent, her soul …
Screaming stars! Pull yourself together, Ezra.
“Right,” I say, “now that we all know who or what we are, we have a few things to take care of today. First, I think we should get these spells removed. There’s a wrakh who lives right outside of town who might help us for the right price.
“They might have information on the Disciples and the Daughters, too. Wrakhs are notorious hoarders, and this one lives in a house packed full of books, spells, and artifacts. Who knows what kind of shit is hiding in their piles of trash?
“Afterwards, I thought we could go to my house to continue our research. I have a small library of reference books that might provide more information about what could happen when you finally claim your power.”
My voice wavers as the words tumble from my mouth, rushed and uneven. Aurora’s scent, her wet skin, that flimsy excuse for a towel—fuck, it’s cock-achingly distracting.
“There’s a witch in Lorewood?” she asks with wide, curious eyes.
“Yes, darling. There are several, but only one I trust enough with something like this. Now, if you could get dressed, Aurora, I’d appreciate it. Because all I can think about is that towel. What’s underneath it. And how badly I want my mouth on every inch of you.”
My eyes drag over her perfectly curvy body as I palm my cock through my pants. “Do you want to come over here and sit on my lap, little lupine?”
“Dear Christ,” Louie mutters as she trots into the kitchen and throws herself to the floor.
Aurora licks her lips, her eyes never leaving my hand while I slowly stroke myself. She leans in, nipping along the side of my neck, along my jaw, and ends in a sharp bite on my earlobe.
“Fuck!” I sound like a deranged animal, but Aurora just smiles against my neck.
“Be good, Ezra, and maybe tonight … I’ll kneel for you,” she whispers as a violent growl rumbles deep in my chest.
Aurora stands up, sweetly smiles, taps her finger to my nose, then walks away.
She’s not terrified of me, even after I’ve given her every reason to be.
Why does that make me so happy?
Louie chuckles from the kitchen, which turns my overwhelming sexual frustration into something violent and irrational. I can’t hurt the mutt because I promised Aurora we were finally getting along, so I use my words instead.
“Fuck you, Lou,” I growl.
I readjust my trousers once more as the hellhound’s chuckle quickly turns into hysterical laughter.
Dogs go missing all the time, don’t they?
But somehow, I doubt Aurora would believe me if I told her Louie just … ran away.