Page 61 of Magic and Matrimony

I shake my head. That’s silly. I’m not even on the council. I haven’t made it through the trials, and yet here I am already thinking about changes I would make. As if I know better than anyone else. Still, it doesn’t seem right that the voice of our coven is one that only contains legacy and nepotism.

“To change.” Ambrose lifts his glass in the air. Everyone echoes his toast and throws back their drinks.

The VIP area has its own bar that’s fully stocked, but there’s no bartender up here. Bram becomes our de facto bartender and the drinks don’t stop. We come and go, carefully navigating the spiral staircase and making our way to the dance floor, and back to the balcony again and again. Ava and I are dancing, and I look up and see Ambrose leaning on the balcony, staring down at me. I feel his gaze, even though I’m too far away to know for sure that he’s looking at me.

“I’m going to take a break,” I tell Ava. She gives me a pouty look but immediately finds Josephine and Odie. Stellan and Roman are dancing with them, and Bram shows up a few seconds later, wrapping his arms around Ava’s waist.

I push my way through the crowd, unable to keep from looking back up at the balcony. Ambrose is definitely watching. His eyes follow me as I make my way to the spiral staircase. I take my shoes off before my feet hit the metal, holding them in one hand and the railing with my other. I’m not drunk, but I’m undoubtably tipsy. That’s probably why all I can think about is going back to Ambrose. It’s a persistent need that burns in my stomach. The desire to be next to him, to be with him.

When I reach the top, I drop my shoes and slip them back on with a groan. Why did I let Odie talk me into wearing heels? Ambrose turns his head and grins at me when I reach his side.

“All done dancing?”

“For now. You didn’t want to come down?”

“The view from here was too good.” Ambrose stands up, turning to face me. His eyes linger over my dress, as his finger paints a trail from my neck down to the top of my breast.

“This dress is definitely devilish.”

My hands glide up his chest and wrap in the lapels of his jacket. He smells just like he looks, sinful and delicious. If I wasn’t already a little drunk, I think his proximity would tip me over the edge. What I wouldn’t give to kiss him.

Ambrose’s hands slide over my hips and grip my waist. But he doesn’t pull me closer. He pushes me back. “I said I’d wait three months, Piper.” His voice is strained, his brows pulled down low.

I gaze up at him. “I think we sort of nullified that a few times, don’t you?”

I slide my hand into his shirt. My fingers brush over the hair on his chest and up to grip the back of his neck. Leaning forward, I press a kiss to the hollow in his neck. Ambrose grunts, his head falling back.

“I’m trying to be good, Piper. To show you, you’re worth waiting for.”

My heart flips at his words, but I ache for him too much to stay away. “But you’re a fallen angel, Ambrose, aren’t you supposed to sin?”

Ambrose tips his head down, his eyes narrowing. “You really are the devil.”

Ambrose drops his head to my shoulder, groaning as he drags his nose up my neck. My head rolls back as his teeth scrape over my skin. He pulls back and grins darkly at me. “I’m yours,Piper. What are you going to do with me? I think it’s time you got to tell me what to do.”

There’s enough alcohol flowing through my veins that my normal sense of reservation has disappeared. I snag Ambrose’s hand and pull him toward the couch. He follows obediently and then waits.

I push his chest, and he sinks back onto the couch. I’m once again standing between his legs. He looks like a king. Powerful and strikingly handsome. Even though he’s following orders, I don’t doubt for a minute who’s in charge here.

Music thumps in the background and the witch’s moon pours in through the windows. It’s not enough to counter the red lights of the club, but I feel its magic on my skin. I breathe it in until my body is tingling. From both the seduction of the moon and Ambrose’s proximity.

Ambrose crooks his finger. “Come here. You’re too far away.”

I’m literally standing between his legs, but he’s right. Not enough of my body is touching his.

I straddle him, one knee on either side of his hips. My dress hikes up even farther. Ambrose’s eyes drop to my visible black panties. His hand slides up my thighs, and I dip my head to suck on the skin of his neck. Ambrose groans, lifting his hips as he pulls me down against his massive erection.

I rock my hips, grinding on his length. I’m already soaked, and I’m sure the front of his pants is getting wet.

This is not the place to do this. Someone could come upstairs at any moment. I’m not an exhibitionist, or at least I’ve never been one before. Ambrose makes me feel wild. Brave and daring in a way that I’ve never felt before.

My fingers land on the buckle of Ambrose’s fly as his hand moves between my thighs. He pushes my underwear aside and slides a finger through my soaked folds.

“Fuck, Piper.” Ambrose is breathing heavily, his eyes locked on mine as I pull his zipper down and free his cock.

“You really want to do this here?” His mouth quirks up, but I don’t respond with words. I fist his cock, line him up, and sink down.

Our moans are hidden by the music.

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