Page 81 of Slay Me

If Bracken, Duncan, and Killian are surprised, none of them show it.

“We checked the other rooms,” Duncan tells me. “None of them were tossed.”

“Find me a witch,” I order them. “One who can fix these fucking wards.”

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“Thanks for this,”Liv takes a sip of her chamomile tea and continues to stare out the window at the circus party below.

“Have you ever been down there?” I ask, coming to sit on the patio beside her.

She shakes her head. “I’ve always been so afraid of getting caught up in the crowd.”

“Once you’re feeling up to it, I can take you.”

“Seriously?” she turns to me.

“If you trust me to keep you safe.”

“You’re the only one I trust,” she replies. After a moment, she barks out a laugh. “Wow. Never thought I’d say those words to you.” She takes another drink of her tea and then sets it on the small café table between us. “No offense.”

“None taken. I’m an asshole.”

She smiles at me. “Not so much anymore. At least, not to me.”

I push up from my chair and kneel before her. My hands grip her bare thighs where I leave them—for now. Lights from below shine up and dance in her eyes. Reaching up, I brush a strand of hair behind her ear. “You’re beautiful.”

Liv sucks in a breath, the sound so faint I can barely hear it. Already craving another gasp, I put my right hand between her thighs and spread them enough that I can move between them. Lust fills the air around us.

“I want to taste you,” I tell her.

“Out here?”

“Fuck yes.”

“They can see us,” she whispers. “We’re not that far—”

“No they can’t,” I assure her. “There’s a ward around the apartments. No one can see in.” My hands slide up to the apex of her thighs, my thumbs brushing the lace of her panties. “I could bend you over that balcony and fuck you wild, and no one would be the wiser.” Scooting back, I bend forward and press my lips to the top of her knee. Her flesh is smooth beneath my lips, the scent of her arousal spurring my own. “Would you like that?” I question. “To ride my cock out here in the open?”

“Yes,” she whispers. I shove the shirt up and grip the sides of her underwear, sliding them down. She arches her back, lifting her ass so I can slide them down over and off of her legs. Then, I rip her forward so her ass is at the edge of the seat.

I spread her open for me, taking in the sight of her pussy slick with arousal. I draw my bottom lip into my mouth and smile at her. “So fucking perfect.” Unable to wait any longer, I lean down and run my tongue over her slick heat.

She moans and arches against me as the taste of her dances on my tongue.

“Take the shirt off, Liv,” I order her as I linger just above her flesh. “If you want me to make you come, you’ll obey me.”

With trembling fingers, she reaches down and pulls it over her head, putting those perfect fucking tits on full display.

As promised, I lean down and suck her clit into my mouth. Her flavor is potent and so fucking addicting that it gets me high. Eyes on her, I slide my tongue back over her, licking, tasting. Her hands go to her hair and she pulls, mouth open on a moan.

I pull back. “Show me how you like your tits touched,” I order.

Liv doesn’t hesitate. Her hands go to her breasts, and she squeezes lightly then rolls her nipples between her fingers. It’s a lust punch to my gut. My cock strains against the fly of my pants, but this is too fucking enjoyable.

As I fuck her with my tongue, I watch her touch her breasts, her neck. As she gets closer, her cries get louder. Her hands slip into my hair, and she pulls, holding me against her pussy as her release builds.

When she comes, she cries out and arches her hips against my face. I grip her thighs and continue tasting her. My balls fucking hurt, my cock so damned hard it’s nearly ripped free of my pants. Still, I don’t stop until she releases my hair.

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