Page 104 of Memories Like Fangs
I couldn’t keep my reaction low-key at all. My jaw was on the floor, and I wouldn’t be surprised if I looked like that cartoon wolf with my tongue rolled out and my eyes coming out of my head. Everything slipped out of my grip entirely as I lost all motor function.
Byrd’s tail materialized from her leg tattoo to whip out and catch the bag on one of its crystal spikes. At the same time, the rest of her blurred to save both drinks before they hit the floor. Like she’d done it a hundred times before, she didn’t spill a single drop.
The smugness in her smirk did too many things to me to name.
“Now, Quinny-Quinn, you really should be more careful,” she purred, shifting the cups to one hand so she could use her fingertips to close my open mouth. Chuckling, she set the drinks carefully on the nightstand and the food bag next to them, her tail fading from reality to colorful ink on her leg. “What would we do if you lost our food?”
I blinked stupidly at her. I was expecting to be too stunned to speak, but somehow against all odds, my mouth formed words. “I think Ijust lost all conscious thought.”
Byrd giggled—sweet, soft, and wicked—and turned around and climbed up onto the bed.
Then, shecrawledacross it.
With her ass in her thong in full view.
Tome.
I almost came fromthatalone.
Her ass was spectacular, as were her thighs and everything else as she made her way across the bed. Her movements were slow, sensual, and deliberate. Every muscle shifted with elegance and control. Before she sat down in the center of the bed, she wiggled her perfect peach of an ass one more time like a parting wave. She knew exactly what she was doing. I had no defenses against it. Byrd stretched her legs past her, showing every bit of them, and she leaned against the pillows. Myjacket that she was wearing fell open to reveal more of her biteable curves. She looked like the most divinely inspired painting I had ever seen.
So fucked.
I was so fucked.
There were no words to describe how very fucked I was.
Byrd reached over to grab the food bag. “Thank you so much, pumpkin! You’re the best! I have some cooking show pulled up for us to watch while we eat.” She pulled her plate into her lap with a pleased sigh and opened it up. She plucked a fork, hertongue flicking out to wet her lips before she took her first bite. “Mmm… definitely worth waiting for.”
Her moan made my knees buckle. I had to lean against the wall to steady myself. I blinked hard, trying to boot my brain up faster.
Byrd looked up at me through her thick eyelashes, chewing with a deceptively innocent look in her wide, doe-like eyes. She smiled sweetly. “Aren’t you going to join me and eat, Starlight?”
That was finally enough for me to will my legs into moving. I rushed over to the bed so fast I nearly overshot it. I landed heavily on the edge of the bed, trying to keep my distance from her. If I even grazed her, I would lose the small sliver of restraint that I had left, and dinner would be forgotten.
Food first.Then herotherneeds,I chanted over and over again in my head like a mantra.
“You’re not ready for what’s going to happen to you for being such a godsdamn tease,la hechicera,” I said, my voice low, warning, and husky from being so wrecked already.
“I think I’ve beenverypatient and well-behaved.” She opened my plate of food, casually scooped up a forkful of pasta, and popped it into her mouth like she wasn’t lighting up every single one of my nerves. She moaned again as she passed it over to me. “This issogood. Let me know if you need help finishing that, babe.”
I felt a muscle flick in my jaw. “You had better eat quickly,mi vida. Because the second you’re done, you’remine.”
She smiled and made a little happy noise in her throat. She said, smug and radiant. “Oh, Iknow. I’m counting on it, Knightmaiden.”
“You sound like you have a plan, Sweets.” I took large bites of my food, not tasting it as I hurried to eat it just for nourishment rather than flavor.
“Well,” Byrd said between bites. It didn’t escape my notice that she was rushing through her plate, too, despite her playing around. “You have been very gentle with me lately.”
“I have been waiting for you to heal before we do anything serious.”
“Well, I’m completely healed now. No more Lilah. No more rough scars. Hell, my scars look like they are years old.” Byrd said, admiring the scars on one of her wrists peeking from my jacket sleeve that indeed looked more faded, pale, and less angry. “So, I want you to be a little… rougher tonight.”
I raised my eyebrow, the bond so hot I felt like I was starting to sweat. “Oh?”
She nodded, her eyes sparkling just as brilliantly as our connection. “I want to treat tonight like a vacation, so I don’t want to think about tomorrow and what we are about to ride into. I want to just think about us. Besides, you started something with all those naughty thoughts while we were on the way here. I should’ve warned you from the beginning to never start something that you can’t finish.”
“Oh, Ialwaysfinish, Sweetness. Most importantly, Ialwaysmake sure you do, too, at least twice.”
