Chapter 15 #2
I was mesmerized by her. “Baby, there’s a whole lot more where that came from.” I lifted my fingers to my mouth and sucked them clean, because if I didn’t taste her right then, I’d lose my shit.
Her eyes widened. “Don’t…why would you do that?”
“Because you taste delicious.”
Her gaze slid to my mouth, then back up. “I do?”
“Fuck, yes.”
Curiosity filled her pretty eyes. “H-how do I taste?”
“Like spiced honey,” I rumbled.
“Really?”
Pussy was pussy. I liked to eat it. But I’d never tasted anyone like Tempest. I knew that was how it would be, though.
No pussy tasted better than our mate’s, and my mated brothers had said the same.
They were right. Temp tasted like no one else.
I’d never bothered to describe the taste of a female before, and even if I had, spiced honey wasn’t what I would have come up with.
But that’s exactly what Temp tasted like to me, fucking addictive. “Yeah, really.”
“Well, that’s…nice.”
I smiled, couldn’t help it. With the shit that came out of her mouth, it was impossible not to. “Yeah, it is.”
“What now?” she said.
“Now we do whatever you want. You want me to get you off again, just say the word. You want to hang for a bit, then I get you off again, we’ll do that—”
She sat up. “As lovely as that sounds, I should probably head home. I have pets.”
I didn’t want her to leave. “They won’t be okay on their own for a few more hours?”
She shook her head. “I really need to get back.”
I slid her skirt down her shapely legs. I didn’t want her going anywhere, but I had to pretend this was casual. “Whatever you need.” I stood, then lifted her off the couch. “I’ll give you a ride home.”
She grabbed her bag from the floor. “Oh, that’s fine. I have a ride.”
“What ride?”
“My, ah…friend. She’s visiting someone around here and offered to drive me home.”
She was suddenly looking cagey, and it was clear to me that what she’d just said was an outright lie.
The female couldn’t lie worth shit. And there was also the fact that her fingers were crossed behind her back.
I could see them in the mirror. What was going on here?
“I’ll walk you out,” I said instead of asking her a bunch of questions like I wanted to.
“This is just casual, Fender. I don’t need you to walk me out.”
There was a desperate look in her eyes. What was going on here? “I know it’s casual, Temp. But that doesn’t mean I’m gonna treat you like a piece of disposable ass. A male walks a female out.”
“I’m asking you not to,” she said, her shoulders stiffening.
Fuck. I lifted my hands in surrender. “No problem,” I said, lying through my teeth. “You don’t want me to walk you out, I won’t.”
Obvious relief slid through her eyes as she turned to leave.
“Think you forgot something, peaches.”
She stopped and turned back, searching the room.
“We’re lovers now, right?”
Her pretty throat worked as she swallowed. “Yes.”
“You kiss your lover before you leave, Temp,” I said, a fuckload of growl in my voice. She was hiding something, and it was hard not to feel a sense of rejection at that. “Unless, of course, you don’t want to—”
“Right…of course.” She closed the space between us, her hands going to my forearms as she tilted her head up for me.
Despite her lying to me, I had to bite back a grin. Fuck, she was cute, even when she was trying to get away from me. “So you want to?”
Her cheeks darkened again. “I do, yes.”
Taking her hands, I walked back, taking her with me, then rested my ass on the arm of the couch, so I was closer to her height, and pulled her between my legs.
Taking her beautiful face in one hand, I curled my arm around her waist with the other and drew her closer, then I leaned in and kissed her thoroughly.
Her arms came around my neck, and she held me tight in return.
The beast rumbled, chilled out now, calmed by having her against me again.
When I finally lifted my head, her eyes were closed and she was all soft and dazed and adorable.
“You sure you wanna leave?” I said, because this was torture. I didn’t want her to leave my den, not now, not ever.
She licked her lips and nodded. “I really do need to go.”
Sliding my hands down her waist and over her hips, I squeezed her softness one more time and forced myself to release her.
She didn’t move.
Seconds ticked by. “Temp?”
She blinked up at me. “Oh, yes, right.” She took a step back, her fingers curling and uncurling at her sides. “Thank you, for…for this, Fender, it was really nice.”
It was a fuck of a lot better than nice. I could still hear her cries ringing through my mind, and the scent of her pussy was heavy in my living room, but I didn’t call her out on her understatement. “Glad to hear it. You call me when you get home so I know you got there safely, yeah?”
“I will,” she said, smiling softly.
Then she turned and left my room.
I waited thirty seconds, then followed, hanging back as she took the stairs, walking into the clubhouse and hustling through everyone still up there.
She strode across the parking lot, and I stuck to the shadows, watching.
She didn’t head to the gate, though, or to one of the cars parked on the street.
No, she glanced around and rushed toward the garage.
What are you up to, peaches?
Did she think Roman was out there? Did she still want him?
The beast roared through my skull. Disbelief filled me.
No, I couldn’t believe it. I’d just made her come hard.
There was no way she was seeking out another male.
I eased closer. She took something from her bag and pressed it to the door.
A pale glow lit up around it briefly, then she opened the door and walked inside, shutting it behind her.
I jogged across the parking lot. What the hell was she doing in the garage? I grabbed the handle, but the door was locked. I frowned down at it. How the hell had she just walked through? Some kind of spell? But why? My keys were in my pocket, and I quickly unlocked the door and rushed inside.
It was dark. I scented the air. Nothing, no trace of Tempest.
I searched the building, looking in every nook and cranny, but there was no sign of her.
What the fuck had just happened, and where had she gone?
She’d obviously used witchcraft, some kind of spell, she had to have.
But I’d never seen anything like it. Had she used some kind of gateway?
A portal? Had she gone into another realm?
Hounds could open a gateway to Hell, but I’d never seen a witch do it.
Wills had lived here with us for years, and I’d seen all kinds of shit between her and her sisters and cousins, but none of them just… disappeared.
Zinnia, Willow’s cousin, was mated to Death, but she still had to hike into the woods to use a gateway to move between realms, but that was using his magic, not hers. What Tempest had just done…was something else.
There’d been the weird shit in that house I’d tracked her to. She’d vanished then as well, and I hadn’t forgotten the way Magnolia had reacted. Mags dabbled with the darker sides of magic, and even she’d freaked out. She’d wanted out of that house and as far away as she could get.
What the fuck are you up to, Tempest? And how the hell was I going to find out?