Page 60 of Elora and the Crow

“You are so beautiful, baby,” he murmured against her breast. “Lie back on the bed for me.”

“Jonah, we shouldn’t,” she said, even as she allowed him to lift her off of his lap and set her on the bed. He pushed lightly between her breasts, forcing her onto her back on the bed.

“We absolutely should,” he said before leaning over her and kissing a soft path across her stomach. His fingers traced along the waistband of her pajama bottoms before slipping under it.

He stroked the soft skin just above her patch of pubic hair. “I want to taste your pussy, Elora. I want to make you come on my mouth. I want your screams of pleasure in my ears.”

“Oh God,” she moaned. “Jonah, I…”

“Will you let me suck on your clit, baby? Let me bury my tongue in you?” He kissed just above her belly button.

“Since you asked so nicely,” she breathed, “yes. Definitely, yes.”

He grinned, his fingers curling into her waistband, and she lifted her hips as he tugged them downward. “That’s my good little witch. Spread your legs wide and let me -”

He stopped, his head cocking as he stared at the open bedroom door.

“What’s wrong?” Elora asked.

“Someone’s in the house,” he said, grabbing her shirt and handing it to her.

“What? Are you sure?” She slipped her shirt over her head.

Jonah nodded. “Yes, I heard -”

Caleb appeared in the hallway outside the bedroom, his face closed off and his body stiff with tension. “I’m just here to get my shit, Jonah. Do me a favour and stay away from - what the fuck?”

He stared at Elora before rolling his eyes and walking away.

“Caleb, wait!” Jonah slid off the bed, snagging his sleep pants and yanking them up over his hips. “Just wait, goddammit.”

He charged out of the room, and Elora pushed her hair out of her eyes before sighing. “Well, shit.”

CHAPTER19

“Caleb, would you please talk to me?” Jonah stood just inside Caleb’s room, watching as his brother shoved clothes into a large suitcase he’d placed on the bed.

“There’s nothing left to say,” Caleb said. “Go back to your whore and leave me alone.”

Jonah tamped down his immediate anger with real effort. “Her name is Elora, and she isn’t a whore. She’s my friend.”

“Whatever,” Caleb said with an indifferent shrug. He yanked open the dresser’s top drawer and scooped up a handful of underwear and socks. “I have nothing to say to you, Jonah.”

“We’re brothers,” Jonah said. “We’re family, and you’re going to walk away without -”

“Nimera and the fae are my family now.” Caleb dropped the clothes into his suitcase and returned to the dresser for more.

“Your family tried to kill me,” Jonah said.

“Look, I’ll admit that smashing you in the head with a pipe was a dick move on their part, but they also know how dangerous you are and -”

“Because you told them!” Jonah paced the room. “You told them I was a shapeshifter. Why would you do that, Caleb? You know how dangerous that is forme.”

Shame flickered across Caleb’s face before he squared his shoulders. “Nimera and I don’t have any secrets.”

“So, she told you that her ex-boyfriend tried to kill me, then?”

Caleb glared at him, his brown eyes practically spitting sparks. “Dairem isn’t her ex! She never loved him. And do you think you could be a little less dramatic about the killing thing, Jonah? You have a hard head. I’m sure you were fine.”

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