Page 26 of Last Gift: Supernatural Battle

Wild’s mouth twisted into a wry smile. “Perhaps.”

I sent a pulse of warmth through our bond. “I’ll be fine.”

“And we’ll go too,” Rooke told him, linking arms with Sven, then to me said, “We’ll meet you outside in an hour?” She hauled Sven away from the table.

Huxley screwed up his face, glaring at me. “You need to lay down some ground rules with her. It’s out of hand.”

“You’re telling me that Spyne and you don’t get freaky in the library?” I retorted.

Huxley colored.

Exactly. Some people liked poisons. Others probably did kinky Scrabble stuff. I didn’t want to know.

I shoveled in the remainder of my food and stood. I had to get dressed for the bar. I may have an agenda to find Rhona—the human rep of the Deception Valley Luther pack—tonight, but the idea of a drink or two outside of the coven excited me too. No wonder Wild used to escape there from time to time.

He fell into step beside me. “I’ve got time before I need to head out.”

“I haven’t seen you all day. How did you get on?”

“Well enough. There are a lot of questions. People are looking forward to tomorrow. They want something solid.”

Bedwyr had conveyed as much. “I can understand that. I’m calling an early meeting tomorrow—before breakfast. I’d like updates on everything before I speak to our magus.”

“Your magus,” he corrected. “Our coven.”

Yuck.

Wild snorted. “It will feel normal one day.”

“You sound like Ty.”

“What’s he been saying?”

“That I haven’t accepted the seat.”

“Have you?”

We entered my new quarters—the one with handy access to the demon realm. Just what every magus wanted. “You know the answer.”

“You see it as a temporary thing.”

Yes. I walked into the bathroom and turned on the faucets to fill the tub. “This can only be a temporary thing.”

He didn’t need to disagree aloud. I felt it. I just felt strongly that my days as leader were numbered.

I stripped off my clothing, and Wild groaned as I tossed a few minerals into the water, followed by a few herbs and plants from my purification kit. “Like what you see?”

Wild’s hand wrapped around a fistful of my long, white hair. He pulled my back against him, so I was looking in the mirror, arched.

My lips curved. “Is that a yes?”

With his other hand, he reached down, and then his erection was pushing between my thighs. I widened my stance, tilting further, and my groan not long after was half despair and half elation as he sank all the way inside.

Too much sensation at once, and yet I knew the deliciousness he would deliver.

“That’s a yes, my temptress,” Wild said in my ear. He held me still, one hand in my hair, and one hand hooked around my hip, and I watched him work in and out of me, my breath quickening at the rhythmic tightening of his abs and arm muscles. He was peering down my back, watching his length enter me, but eventually, he lifted his gaze to mine in the mirror.

Wild moaned low, releasing my hip to deliver a sharp slap to my ass.

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