Page 9 of Bony Bony
“Thatis my goal.”Ipuffed my chest out and grinned. “You’reusually praising me when you say that.”
“Sebastian,” she scolded in a playful manner, planting her hands on her hips. “Ineed to get out of these pajamas.”
Asshe headed toward our bedroom,Ifollowed and said, “I’llhelp you with that.”
Shesquealed and broke into a dash down the hall, knowing full-well that a chase would turn me on.Icaught up with her in the bedroom and tossed her onto the bed.Shegazed at me, eyes bright with anticipation and breathing hard.
“Gotya.Nowlet me help with the messImade.”Islid the thin strap off her shoulder and kissed her bare skin.Iplanted small kisses asImoved closer to her neck, over to the mating bite that left her with a small scar, a symbol of our bond.Thebrush of my lips over the flesh that rose slightly above her satin skin drew a rush of possessiveness through me.Shewas mine.AndIwas hers.Always.Nothingand no one would ever come between us.
Ikissed down to the soft swells of her breasts, aching to feel more of them and take them into my mouth.Pushingthe bottom of her top up,Ismoothed my roughened fingertips over the softness of her belly.ThenIkissed it.AsImoved my hands up beneath her shirt to caress her soft skin and curves, she released a breathy sigh.Icontinued to kiss and lick her torso asImoved my way up.Shemoaned, such a sensual sound.
OnceIexposed her luscious breasts,Islid the top up. “Let’sget this shirt off.”
“Okay.”Shelifted her upper body up enough soIcould remove the top, andItossed it to the floor.Mygaze raked over her with her dark hair splayed across the pillow.Shewatched me from hooded eyes, clouded with lust.
Adeeper growl vibrated within my chest. “That’sbetter.”Itugged at her pajama bottoms. “Butwe still have these.”
“True.”Shelifted her hips.
Islid the satin pajamas down, then tossed them to the floor.Withher lying there, naked and waiting for me,Isucked in a breath.Gods,Iwas the luckiest shifter.
“Youseem entirely too clothed,” she said with a decadent drawl and tugged on the waistband of my sweats.
AsIhelped pull them down,Ikept my gaze on her.Theway her eyes widened in appreciation sent a bolt of heat through me.
OnceI’dremoved everything,Istood before her, fully erect. “Isthis better?”
“Ilove the view,” she praised.Reachingout her arms, she said, “Cometo me.”
Themost wonderful words from the most beautiful goddess.Ipractically dove at her invitation and slid over her, careful not to crush her.ThenIcovered my mate with kisses and love bites asIworshipped her.She’dsaid she was ready for bed, but not to sleep.I’densure she wouldn’t do so anytime soon and leave her with a smile that would last for days.
CHAPTER4
GIANNA
“Onechai, coming up.”IhandedNovathe cupIpicked up on the way over to her place once she opened the front door of her purple house.
Isent a silent thanks to her aunt for leaving the house toNova.Notonly did it bring my closest friend back fromNewYorkCitytoSalem, but it was also whereI’dmetSebastian.He’dlived in the bigger apartment on the right withDiegoandLucas, whereasNovalived in the turreted side on the left.Itwas a strange design, but cozy and oddly welcoming.EvenwithoutSebastianliving in the house any longer, we tried to get everyone together once a month for game night over there.ButIvisitedNovamore frequently at her place or her at mine.
“Thanksa million,” she said, taking the cup.Asshe walked inside, she took a sip. “Mmm.JustwhatIwas craving.”
Ikicked off my shoes in the entryway. “Itwas a good idea.Igot one too.”Ilifted the flap and took a sip of mine.Thefragrant, frothy mix of hot milk, black tea, spices, and sugar rolled over my tongue.
AFionaApplesong played at a low volume in her living room.Isniffed. “Itsmells like someone has been burning sage in here.”Isat on her comfortable sofa that was surrounded by bookshelves and pulled my feet up under me. “Ithought you did your magic upstairs?”Shehad a room on the third floor where her aunt, also a witch, had practiced magic, whichNovacontinued with her own flair.
“Ido, mostly.ButIfelt likeIneeded to do a purification ritual throughout the house.”
Slantingmy gaze,Iasked, “Issomething wrong?”
“No, no,” she said. “Justsome spring cleaning.”Shegrunted. “Bothliterally and magically.”Shepushed her auburn braid that was draped over the front of one shoulder behind her. “Iswear this place is a magnet for clutter.Nowonder my aunt had so much stuff in here.”
Iexhaled. “Ithappens to the best of us.Igo allMarieKondoeveryJanuary.Andthen inDecember,Iwonder where all the new crap came from.”
Novachuckled. “Can’tyou blame it onSebastian?”
“Ha!Noway.He’sthe neat freak.”
Afterwe chatted for a bit,Ibrought up the show. “Doyou want to go to a show with me onWednesday?Igot free tickets, andI’lldrive.It’sinHamptonBeach, too, so not like the trek to see theCure.”
