Page 51 of Wings of Destiny

“Oh, really now?”

Derik gagged. “Gross. Come on guys, we’re right here. Get a damn room.” Libby smacked him on the arm. Seth mirrored the color of a tomato. And I was pretty sure I matched.

Oh God.

Play dumb. Play dumb. Play dumb.

“No idea what you’re talking about, Derik. I was actually going to say I was hungry for some tacos. What about you, Seth?”

“Uh, yeah,” he ran his fingers through his midnight black hair. “Tacos sound great.”

“Great!” I forced an exaggerated smile, the gesture leaving my face to ache.

“Great.”

I twirled around and damn near sprinted to the guest room. Oh so casually slamming the door shut behind me.

What the actual hell was that? What iswrongwith me?

My heart nearly beat out of my chest.

Did I imagine his eyes darkening? I thought that shit only happened in books and the movies. What is happening?

A knock sounded at the door.

“Hey, Erin, you okay?”

Seth.

I squeaked.

Shit.

“Ah, yeah. Yeap! I’m fine! I’m just going to get changed out of my sweats.” I laughed nervously, my fingers crossed that he didn’t notice.

“Oh, alright,” he paused. “So, tacos…does hitting up The Taco House sound good?”

You sound better.

Oh my god. Erin.

No! Bad. Stop that.

I yelled through the door, “Yeah, we can do that! I’ll finish getting changed then I’ll be out and we can go.”

“Cool. Do you need anything or need me to grab anything for you?”

An odd fantasy suddenly flashed through my head.

Seth opened the door, his eyes trailed down my body from head to toe. Hunger lit his eyes. He licked his lips and closed the distance between us.

His arms circled my waist, bringing my body flush against his, fitting together perfectly as if our bodies were made for each other. My eyes fluttered behind my lashes, looking up to his. He brought his face closer to mine. “I’d much rather eat you.” His pupils dilated, closing the gap. Seth’s mouth crashed into mine, tongue jutting in and out, dancing around mine. I wrapped my arms around his back, gripping the toned muscle beneath his shirt, digging my nails in. He growled, his grip around my waist tightening. He lifted me, his hands having traveled down to my ass, firmly grasping it. I swung my legs around his middle.

Seth released my mouth and began trailing kisses along my jaw and my neck, nipping as he went, before licking his way along my collarbone. I panted, needing more.

I raked my nails down his back slowly as I began rocking my hips against the large bulge forming in his grey sweatpants. His grip on my ass tightened as a moan escaped his lips against my skin, sending electricity down my spine. I arched my back, forcing my chest upward, his face now shoved between my heaving breasts.

Seth spun us around, pressing my back against the wall as he began thrusting his hips upward in motion with mine. I let out a moan. “Seth, I need you.”

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