Page 52 of Wings of Destiny

He moved one hand from my ass, reaching for his waistband and pulling out his rock-hard cock. He adjusted so that his length was between our hips and against my center, teasing me through my sweats. He began rubbing his length along my crevice. “If you need it so bad, Princess, then take it.”

I wiggled, moving my hands to pull my pants away, fumbling being held against the wall. Seth let out a low, throaty laugh before carrying me to the bed, tossing me on the comforter. He climbed on the bed, wedging himself between my legs before dragging my sweats down over my hips, tossingthem to the side. He bent down, biting his way up the inside of my thigh, sending chills through me. “Please, Seth.”

He smirked, leaning forward. He rested his length against my entrance and began rubbing himself along my folds, teasing me. “What did I say, Sweetheart? You want it,” he thrusted against my clit, my hips bucked. “Then take it.”

“Erin?”

I blinked my eyes. “Huh?”

Seth strained. “Do…you need anything?”

My face heated, and I thanked the freaking Angels that he was on the other side of the door. “Uh, no! I’m fine. Thanks though, like I said, be out in a few!”

“Okay, just yell if you need me.” His voice faded slightly as he stepped away.

“Then take it.”

“Get it together, Snow.” I chastised myself.

Holy fuck.

I took a few breaths to collect myself and calm the heat pooling at my center, then maneuvered over the bundles of blankets still scattered across the floor. I reached my clothes that were still huddled together in a pile on the floor, rummaging through them to find something to wear.

I spotted a pair of black denim shorts that I rarely wore, in part because of how short they were. They did make my butt look above average though. An idea popped in my head. I snatched my only low-cut black T-shirt and my only push-up bra. A rush of lust-fueled adrenaline danced through my veins, a devious smile playing across my face.

“Oh, what the hell. Why not?”

Chapter eighteen

Erin

After I threw on my shorts and T-shirt combo, I plastered on some mascara and chapstick before tossing my hair up into a ponytail. There was no point in adding lip gloss when we were about to devour some much needed tacos. Not to mention that, although I’d already donned the out-of-character booty shorts, I didn’t want to make it overly obvious whatexactlywent through my head after the heated little food stand off between Seth and I earlier.

I slipped on my Converse before heading out to Seth’s massive living room. Libby and Seth were huddled together on the couch looking over a bunch of papers. Derik perched on one of the bar stools at the island in the kitchen scrolling on my laptop.

Everyone is so…engrossed.

My slim surge of confidence dwindled at seeing Seth and Libby so close. I shoved it down and redirected my attention to Derik.

Not important.

A few moments of delusion and weirdly fantasizing about my best friend, means nothing.

I strode to where Derik squinted at my screen, clearing my throat.

“Hey Derik, you know, you’re supposed to ask someone before hacking into their laptop.”

“It wouldn’t be hacking if I asked, now would it, Pipsqueak?” He clipped.

“Smartass,” I slid into the seat next to him. “What do you need it for anyway? You could’ve just asked, you know.”

I peered unsuccessfully at my laptop, the screen unreadable with the protector I had covering it. After I’d dropped the damn thing for the third time within a week of owning it, I caved and chucked out way too much money on a heavy duty laptop case equipped with an attached screen cover.

“Yeah, but pissing you off is more fun.”

I rolled my eyes. “It takes more than that to piss me off. You’re just annoying. And you didn’t answer the second part of my question.”

“Technically, you asked two separate questions, Snow”—he sent me a sideways glance— “but if you really want to know, I’m trying to find out more about those disappearances from Riverside. It took me a minute to find your browser on here though,” I panicked. Derik must’ve sensed it because he added, “Don’t worry, I didn’t check out your porn history, Short Stuff.”

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