Page 62 of Magic and Matrimony

Ambrose holds me still, his fingers digging into my hips as his chest rises and falls with his rapid breaths. “You amaze me at every turn.”

My eyes slide closed, as I’m overwhelmed by sensation. The feel of his hard length inside me leaves me throbbing. His scent wraps around me. Woodsy and rich. Ambrose grabs my ass and begins to work me up and down his cock. My head rolls back, and the tips of my hair touch his thighs as I roll my hips. A hand slides down my chest, and Ambrose buries his face between my breasts.

“Wish I had you naked,” he murmurs against my skin.

My body is humming. Ambrose says he’s letting me take the lead, but he’s fucking me from underneath, hitting a spot over and over again that has my eyes rolling back in my head. My magic burns so brightly in my chest. It feels like I could spontaneously combust. I trail my fingers over Ambrose’s jaw, almost believing my magic would leave behind an imprint. That’s how powerful the connection between us feels right now.

“Crone’s titties. Fuck,” a voice shouts, and I freeze.

Ambrose’s dick is buried so deep inside me, I feel it pulsing in time with my heart.

I don’t move and neither does Ambrose. There’s more cursing, and then Ambrose starts to laugh. I shiver at the way it embeds his dick even deeper inside me.

“Who was that?” A sliver of shame creeps into my lust-drunk head.

“Roman. Don’t worry, he’s already left. He’ll probably burn his eyeballs. Or he’ll have Josephine do a forgetting spell on him so he never has to remember this again.”

“Maiden, Mother, Crone.” I gasp and move to swing my leg off Ambrose, but he holds me firm, his hips tipping up in a small thrust.

“Oh, I don’t think so, Piper. You don’t start this and then run away.”

I groan when he bottoms out. “What if one of the others comes? What if he comes back?”

“Then they are going to see me get you off.”

His thumb moves between us, circling my clit. My movements get jerky, and I cry out his name as I come, my muscles clutching and spasming around his cock. Ambrose curses, and with one final thrust comes deep inside me.

Our breaths are ragged and the fact that we’re in the middle of a club slowly creeps into my awareness. Ambrose must see the panic filtering into my eyes because his smile widens. He brushes my hair back from my face. “You continue to surprise me, Piper. Feel free to boss me around any time.”

29

PIPER

The rest of the night is a blur of dancing and laughter. It’s the best night I’ve had in a long time. And that’s messed up because I saw at least four people poisoned tonight. Two of them deserved it, though, to be fair. Ambrose and I are waiting by the bar while Bram tries to gather Ava from the dance floor. She and Odie are determined to dance until the last song is done.

Roman is finishing up a drink, and I consider my options. Pretend like he didn’t walk in on me and Ambrose earlier? Apologize.

“Hey, I’m really sorry about earlier,” I finally choke out, looking anywhere but at Roman.

“Don’t talk about it. I never want to think about Ambrose’s dick ever again.” He throws back the rest of his drink and shudders.

“What did you say?” Josephine asks, confused.

“Nothing,” Roman and I both call out. Ambrose just laughs.

Ambrose has his arm around my waist. My feet are sore from the heels. I’m ready to wash my face and crawl into bed, but Ilean into his side, also not wanting to be anywhere else in the world.

“Piper,” a man sings my name and my stomach drops. Harley Dustin slides into the spot at the bar in front of me. His eyes take in my devilish dress and widen. When he looks at Ambrose, his brow furrows and he straightens to shift closer to me. “It’s been a while. You’re looking good. Did you get a haircut?”

A wash of emotions crashes over me. The sad hopefulness I would feel when Harley would text me a completely non-creative “you up.” The way I was desperate for anyone to show me some physical attention. The need to just be touched like a human. And even when I hesitated, thinking not tonight, I would let him come over because nobody else wanted me. It was always on his terms or whenever it was convenient for him, but maybe I used him too. To momentarily fill an emptiness that always felt worse afterward.

“I’m just about to get out of here. You wanna come with?”

Ambrose is silent beside me, but I feel his anger growing the longer Harley stares at me.

“Piper, why don’t you introduce us?” Ambrose says good-naturedly, but I hear the knife edge just under his words.

I’ll admit, I take a large amount of satisfaction in the annoyed look on Harley’s face. “This is Ambrose Roth. Ambrose, this is Harley Dustin.”

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