Page 107 of The Devil In Blue
“No need. Heisyou, little bird.”
“He’s right,” the man said. “Even now I can feel your heart beating.” His eyes found me again and that time they drifted slowly down my body in a way that reminded me far too much of his creator. “It’s beating quite loudly for him,” he said softly.
A soft tickle in my groin made me shift my feet and divert my eyes.
“Briar,” I said, gaining my composure. “We may need to talk.”
She giggled as if she’d already caught on to what was happening.
“You mean to tell me that I never looked at Naeve like that when you created her? You said you created her at the height of our infatuation.”
“You barely knew Naeve before. I made her—”
“She kissed me,” Naeve cut me off. “Just before your trip.”
My wide eyes found hers. “What?”
She bit her lip and shrugged. “It was a small kiss. Said she had to get it out of her system. That was probably meant to be a secret, but I think that goes out the window in the current situation.”
“Well…” Briar said. “That’s interesting.” She tapped her chin with her fingers, her gaze darting between her new familiar and me. “Alright, so kiss him.”
I groaned and pulled her against my side.
“Naeve, if you’d be so kind,” I said.
She didn’t hesitate. Naeve waltzed forward, pushing her chest out to show off her cleavage as she caressed the man’s arm.
“Can you fly?” she said.
The man quirked his brow and smiled, thinking about that for a bit. Then, with a step back, he dissolved into a swirl of white smoke and beat his big, white wings until he was perched on a branch overhead. He was the biggest white owl I’d ever seen in my Glyn, his eyes surveying the scene below. Naeve chuckled girlishly and leapt into her raven form, ascending toward him. As she climbed higher, the owl followed.
“Alright,” I said chidingly. “What have you done?”
Briar was laughing. There was no remorse at all in those brown eyes of hers.
“If you didn’t want him to love you, perhaps you should have forced me to make him when we were fighting.”
I growled, brushing my hands through my hair.
“Lura,” I said. “Would you head back and draw us a bath?”
She nodded, always so anxious to please, and leapt into the sky on her black wings. As soon as she was gone, I collared Briar’s throat and drove her back into a tree, watching the excitement burst across her face.
“Well, you’ve gone and made me very turned on,” I rasped.
Her hand slid down to the front of my pants, cupping my hard cock through the leather.
“Have I? Or do you have a little crush on my familiar?”
I leaned down and crushed my mouth to hers, grinding my lips so hard against her that our teeth met. She moaned, her hips rolling forward to meet the thrust of mine.
“Take me back,” she panted.
I shook my head. “Or maybe I will take you right here, on the forest floor.”
“Even better. As long as it’s rough and desperate.”
“Oh, I can assure you it will be those things and more.”
