Page 93 of Waltzing With Witches

Abe drops us onto the stone balcony outside his bedroom window, setting me carefully on my feet. A rustling of feathers tells me he’s putting the wings away. With a soft whine, I turn in his arms.

“Could we ever play with the wings, Abe? Are they sensitive?”

Dark eyes flash as his fangs descend. “They’re not sensitive, no, but we could absolutely play with them.” He shoots me a mischievous grin. “There are so many ways we can play, Morgan. In fact, Ben and I had a little conversation about this earlier.”

My brows lift. “Oh yeah?” I take a step back.

Abe follows, pressing his body into mine until I hit the stone wall beside the exterior door. His hands come to the neck of my tee, gripping the fabric. When he rips it, exposing my chest to the chilly night air, I hiss.

Abe’s eyes drop to the swell of my breasts under my bra. “Fucking glorious. Take it off.”

I reach behind my back and unclip the bra, dropping it slowly so I can watch Abe’s expression change. His throat bobs, eyes narrowing when my nipples appear. Thin lips part, his body going into that predatory mode that’s so impossibly still, I can tell he isn’t human.

He reaches down and grabs the backs of my thighs, lifting me against the wall with my tits at face height. I’m still not ready when he leans down, his warm mouth closing over one nipple and tugging lightly. My back bows as I arch to feed more of myself into that warm heat.

When his tongue swirls over the sensitive bud, I let out a cry that echoes off the castle and into the night around us. Abe groans, the vibration tightening my body as slick wets my panties. He bites and plays with one breast while his hand cups the other, touching and teasing.

Is it possible for me to come just from nipple play? I never have, but right now, I’m on the very cusp of exploding in his arms. The contrast of his warm lips and the cold night air is so delicious, so—

A creaked groan interrupts my spiraling train of thought.

Abe grunts and pulls me off the wall, stalking inside without ever taking his mouth off me. He travels a rough path between my breasts as he lays me on the bed. Before giving my other nipple the same treatment, he straightens and reaches for my pants.

“Ben’s impatient. He wants to join in on the fun tonight. What do you think?”

I shift as he grabs my jeans, pulling them down my legs. Skepticism fills me. “Ben wants to join? Meaning what?”

Abe’s grin goes wicked, and before he can answer, the bed sheets tangle up around me, twisting around both wrists and ankles and dragging me to the center of the bed. I’m so shocked, it takes me a moment to realize Ben’s controlling this, splaying me open as Abe rounds the bed to the foot and stares at the juncture of my thighs.

“He wants to participate, and there are so many ways he can,” Abe says with a rough laugh, scarlet eyes coming up to meet mine. “There are a lot of objects in this house you can fuck, Morgan.”

My cheeks flush with heat that spreads down my chest and belly. Is he saying what I think he’s saying? That I can fuck the castle? That the castle wants to get fucked?

Oh my God.

As if to answer, a series of creaks and groans emanate from deep inside Ben.

Abe’s devious smile returns. “Told you so.”

I roll my hips, confusion overrun by primal, feral desire.

He sits up, eyes scanning my face. “I can’t read your expression. Excitement, but…fear? Are you afraid to involve Ben?”

The sheets holding me tight loosen at his words. Pulling my hands and feet free, I sit upright, looking around. I can’t totally read the sentiment coming from Ben right now. Confusion. Distress.

Shaking my head, I look up at my mate. “I’m surprised, is all. It never occurred to me that we would involve Ben.”

Somewhere deep inside the castle, something shakes and rattles, an unhappy sound. Abe smiles softly, stroking long fingers along my collarbone, his expression thoughtful.

“I designed the castle for us, and while I could never have foreseen that Ben’s energy would be masculine, he’s hardwired to be connected to you.” Crimson eyes sparkle with mischief. “It was Ben’s idea to get involved in our bedroom play, and I am completely on board.”

Long fingers reach around the back of my neck, wrapping my hair up and guiding my head slightly backward.

“He wants to be part of us in ways I never could have foreseen. He’s our castle, our home, our partner in protecting and monitoring this community. We would only do this if you were equally excited to do it.”

Above us, the ceiling tiles ripple in a sunburst pattern away from the middle of the room. It’s Ben telling me we’re connected, I know that’s why he picked a sunburst. He monitors the wards. He’ll know that my magic made that same pattern when I healed them.

I smile, looking back at Abe. “What does it mean, practically? And what about when you’re not home?”

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