Page 93 of Memories Like Fangs
He threw his hands up in surrender. “You fucking got me. Nicely done, kiddo.”
I beamed before returning to Quinn. Her curls were a halo around her flushed face, her expression somewhere between impressed and impossibly infatuated. I leaned down and kissed her, taking her lips between mine like a reward for a challenge well won. When I pulled back, the dark caramel I was expecting to see was a thin circle around her pupil.
“Sorry, Queen, but I had to prove a point.”
“Hey, I will happily be your demonstration for proving a point if this is what it means,” Quinn said huskily.
I smiled. I pushed up to stand and extended a hand to her. Leaving one of her daggers on the ground, she took it, and I helped her to her feet with my supernatural strength, both of us brushing dirt and grass from us.
I turned to Everett then. “Okay, so now what?”
My question finished with a squeak of surprise. Suddenly, Quinn spun me, catching my wrists and yanking me into her chest. I felt the warm, increasingly familiar touch of Quinn’s dagger just beneath my chin, poised at my throat. Holding me,Quinn’s other hand was at my back, firm and steady, fingers splayed around where my wings met my back.
“Hunters thrive on taking you by surprise,” she murmured, her lips brushing my ear as her voice dipped low and thick. “We’re almost always outmatched, so we don’t fight fair.”
Then, she added with a cocky, indulgent smirk: “And wehatelosing.”
“Oh?” I said, pulse thundering with equal parts thrill and mischief as an idea popped into my head.There’s only one thing that would ever distract my mate.“Well, I’m fine with that because, same.”
Quinn arched a slitted eyebrow. Before she could question my words, I reached and yanked my sports bra up.
Quinn’s brain crashed in real-time.
Her grip on her blade faltered.
It was more than enough for me.
I knocked the dagger from her hand and pounced on her. Her back hit the grass again with a grunt as I straddled her again. Triumphant, I pulled my bra back down, and my wings fluttered with smug satisfaction.
“Ah,” I sighed victoriously. “I love you so much, Starlight.”
She blinked up at me like she was coming out of a spell. As she did, her hands found their way to my hips, her thumbs grazing my leggings’ waistband. She shook her head, the perfect illustration of someone whose flabbers have been gasted. Quinn was so speechless, her mouth just remained open. She could only speak with her thoughts through our bond.
I truly have no idea whether I should be mad that you just did that, turned on that you did, or ashamed of myself for falling for it.
Well, you can definitely be the first two. Maybe at the same time… perhaps in the shower?I winked down at her.
Fuckme, you are so fucking perfect I could scream.
Just as I laughed, Everett’s voice rang out from behind us like the heavens themselves had had enough. “Your lesbian ass didnotjust pop a fucking titty to win a fight!”
I looked over my shoulder at him, throwing my hands out. “Hey, it worked, didn’t it?!”
Everett buried his face in his hands. “I cannot with you, kid.”
Teddy, ever supportive, threw up both hands with a dramatic flourish. “Well, Ican! Gooff! I’m proud of you, honey!”
Everett groaned. “Which god was it? Which one did I piss off to deserve this life?”
Our laughter was boisterous, real, unabashed, free, and so very alive. It felt like I had won so much more than just a few sparring matches.
Saturn
BYRD
“It’s kind of crazy that it took us four months to move in together,” I said, sitting on the bed with a loudly purring Dinah in my arms. Clarkson jumped onto the bed and curled into the lap of my crossed legs, her adorable body immediately warming my thighs just like her mom’s body heat. “It feels like we are a disgrace to lesbians everywhere.”
“Our U-Haul is in the shop, but we’ll get there eventually.” Quinn chuckled as she placed her duffel bag on the bed and unzipped it. “I think we might already be moved in, considering how few of my shirts are left in my bag becausesomeonekeeps stealing them.”
