Page 59 of Waltzing With Witches

I’m still too afraid of heights to tease him midair. What if he accidentally drops me? But I can’t miss the enormous hard-on pressed against my back, or the way it jerks in his pants when I shift at all.

A tense cramp begins low in my body and thrums outward, anticipation building and building inside me for what’ll happen when we land, my body alive with energy. My cheeks and chest flush hot.

“Morgan,” he snaps in my ear. “I’m going to fucking crash if you keep this up.”

“What?” I whine. “I can’t control my damn pheromones!”

“You’re grinding your goddamn ass against my cock,” he growls against my neck, “and I’m going to come right here if you keep going. It’s been a long time, remember?”

I cock my head to the side so I can see the very edge of his face. “Don’t you take care of that yourself?”

His jaw tightens. “Very infrequently, and not in many years.”

Shock makes me forget where we are, and I wiggle around until I can face him. “You’re telling me you haven’t had an orgasm in years? Literal years?”

He shakes his head. “If I don’t, it’s easier to shut the need down. Once I allow myself to do it, the thirst is all-consuming. It only made logical sense to stop doing that.” A pink hue covers his cheeks.

I stroke my fingers along his scarred brow. “Abe, have you made a single decision for your own benefit since you became the Keeper?”

He frowns, eyelashes fluttering against impossibly pale skin. “I can’t afford to,” he says finally. “And Ever is one of the most successful havens as a result. Our growth rate is unparallele—what?”

I give him an unimpressed look. “I don’t give a shit about the damn growth rate. What about this, Abe?” I slide one hand down between us to grip his cock. It leaps in my palm, pressed against the front of his slacks.

His wings pause for a moment, dropping us lower. I choke back a scream, grabbing his dick like a handle.

He grunts and flaps his wings again, steadying us. Dark eyes narrow at me. “Don’t stop.”

Grinning, I move my hand to his waistband and unfasten the button. When I slip my hand into his pants, I find he’s not wearing underwear.

“How convenient,” I deadpan, wrapping my fingers around his cock and stroking.

Abe snarls, his fangs slipping farther down, almost to his chin. He squeezes his eyes shut, lips falling open as a soft pant leaves his mouth.

God, nothing is hotter than making a man moan.

“I’m going to get you off at least once before we get home,” I whisper.

Red eyes flick open and narrow. “If I asked you to wait until we weren’t flying, would that matter?”

I grin and stroke his cock again, rubbing my thumb over the tip. Precum drips steadily from him.

“If it’s truly a big deal to you, I’ll wait,” I confirm. I slide my hand back down his rigid length, admiring how fucking thick he is. “But I really don’t want to.”

He groans again. “I’m yours to command, Morgan.”

I laugh joyously. “Good. I’m bossy, so this pleases me.” I slip my hand farther down his cock, rolling both balls in my palm. It’s hard to get good access crushed to him like this. On a whim, I yank his turtleneck down with my free hand and lick a stripe up his throat to his chin.

The effect is immediate. Abe bellows, dick jerking in my palm as precum streams from him, soaking my fingers.

“Oh fuck!” he shouts. “No, no, Morgan, I can’t do this.” He reaches down and yanks my hand out of his pants. “I will definitely crash.”

“Aww,” I whine. I was having fun. Bringing my hand up to my mouth, I slip two fingers between my lips, sucking his precum off them.

His nostrils flare, then he bends down, his mouth joining mine as he licks my fingers clean. When our tongues swirl together around my middle finger, he snarls as his mouth crashes into mine. This kiss is frenzied, out of control, as if I’m the last bit of oxygen in the world, and he needs me to fill his lungs.

The salty tang of his precum coats my tongue. I groan as he slides his tongue around mine, tugging on it. It’s like he’s trying to fuse our two souls together with this kiss. It sears me from the inside out, my body wrapping itself around him through no conscious thought of my own.

I thread my arms around his neck, my mouth tangled with his as we begin to descend. Then we’re landing gently, and I can only hope we’re at the castle. The creak of Ben’s front doors opening tells me we’re home, but I can’t stop kissing Abe.

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