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“This one is beautiful on you,” I murmur.

Her breath is coming out in little shallow puffs, her pulse pounding against her throat where I’m holding the necklace. Her lips are parted. I don’t know what snaps in me, but before I know it, I'm pushing her up against the far wall behind the counter that holds the register, sliding my thigh between her legs, and hoisting her up so our lips can meet.

Her skin sizzles against my hands, and she shudders as I part her lips so my tongue can sweep over hers. My wings unfurlbehind me, and I can only hope they aren’t wrecking her shop because I can’t focus on anything else except the way her plump body feels against mine; the incessant need to be with her is overwhelming.

“Why are you sosoft?” I growl into her neck, tracing her flesh with my tongue. Everything about her is flushing that blush pink, and it once again makes me think of a nectarine.Can humans taste like fruit?I want to find out. I want to rip every speck of clothing off of her and bend down on my knees to explore her entire body and discover what is hidden underneath. She’s grinding it against my thigh, emitting little whimpers as I continue my path to her breasts. I want to memorize every curve of her body, every valley, every hill.

I’ve reached the place where her breasts are pushed together, creating a sweet dip. Her scent is overpowering me as I push my tongue into her shirt, pushing away the fabric, whining with desperation for more of her supple skin.

With a frantic whimper, she reaches up and yanks her top down, exposing the rounded globe of her breast in such a way that I’m momentarily shocked into stillness because this is my first time seeing one, and I want to savor the moment. But Tamsin has other things in mind. She’s heaving, arching her back, pushing it into my face.

“Ezren, if you don’t suck my nipple so help me goddess I might actually cry!” She huffs, clearly exasperated.

“Why would you cry?” I say, reaching up to heft its weight into the palm of my hand. Itjiggles, and I bounce it again, causing Tamsin to giggle.

“Because I need you to touch me.” Her hands have grasped my neck, but she is watching me, my fascination written all over my face.

“It’s so bouncy. How do you walk around with these all day? I wouldn’t be able to stop playing with them if I had them. They’re even softer than the rest of you.” I bury my face between them, grateful for the fact that she hastwo.

“I only remember I have them when someone plays with them.”

I consider this, and then experimentally flick her nipple with my tongue. It’s a dusky rose color, and it immediately responds by shrinking into a tight pucker, skin drawing into itself, causing her nipple to harden and peak. She gasps when I slide my tongue back over this new tightness, feeling the ridges.

“Oh, fuck you are good at this.” She pants.

I grin into her skin, before attempting to fit as much of her delicious tit into my mouth, and then, as she demanded, I suck. The effect is immediate. She writhes and bucks under me, pulling my face into her, pantingyes, yes, yeslike a chant in my ears. Closing my eyes, I let the feeling of her pleasure wash over me, consume me. She is scrabbling at my back, ready to tear her own clothes off just so that I can be nearer to her, our bodies urging us forward. It’s as if the spin of the earth has stopped, and a shaking, quaking has taken its place, rocking us back and forth, enveloping us in a warm, yellow, glowing light.

“Ezren!”

My eyes pop open, and the shaking stops.Oh, shit.

Chapter 6

Tamsin

My hands are glowing again, and I hate that I have to break this up, because the look of pure ecstasy on his face was one that I absolutely need him to repeat again. It was as if my body was his entire focus, and holyfuckdid he deliver on what I asked for.

But now my whole shop is shaking, and the entire store is bathed in yellow magic. I’m viscerally aware of the throbbing coming from deep inside my body, specifically, that my pussy is yearning to see this gargoyle’s cock, and she’s pissed that that will not be happening right now in this moment.

Ezren, ever the gentleman, takes a firm grasp of my waist and slides his thigh out from under me. The loss of pressure feels wrong, and I wish we could stay where we were. But, he lightly sets me on my feet as if I weigh nothing.

“What happened? Did I do something wrong?” His fingers are tracing the fine rose gold chain that he somehow hung onto all this time, worrying the thin strand between one giant hand to the next. I grasp his face, stilling him.

“No. It felt good, really good. But, something happens when you and I are together.” Just then, my phone rings, piercing our connection. “Awe, damn. I know who that’ll be.”

Ezren sits down on the steps leading up to my apartment above the shop with a dull thump. He’s still staring at the necklace, his brow furrowed in confusion. My heart aches for him. Barely leaving his property after years and years spent in solitude, just to cause a mini-earthquake the moment he touches me. I feel like I’m a walking disaster at this point.

“Hello?”

Beryl has popped up out of nowhere and climbs into Ezren’s big paws, seeking ear scritches no doubt. She is so incredibly tiny compared to him, but he is taking care to arrange her small body in one hand so he can smooth down her fluffy fur with the other. Right away, her purring motor starts up, eyes closing.

“Tamsin, did you feel that? Something is up with these ley lines. There must be more malfunctions somewhere that we can’t see. How did it go up at Wyrdwood Cabins?” Merna sounds worried, a tone that used to never creep into her voice, but has been present in more conversations than not lately.

Giving a quick glance at Ezren, who is fully engrossed in playing with Beryl, I turn away from him.

“Well…ah shit. Merna, no easy way to say this, when I went out to check on that node, I was able to restore it, but then my knees gave out as soon as I disconnected. It was the damndest thing. And then…,” I lower my voice so Ezren can’t hear me. “Well…did you know the owner of Wyrdwood is agargoyle? And that he’s been bound to the property for who knows how long by the original Coven?”

Merna coughs a little. “Yes, I knew. Well…he’s in our records as one who helped us set it up, but no one sees him much. Makes sense now. Wait, you collapsed? Why didn’t you tell me before?”

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