“Bye, Uncle Shay! Bye, Aunt Cara!” The door closed, shutting off the kids’ voices and their frantic waves.
Cool night air stroked over Cara’s skin as she and Huxley descended the front steps to the sidewalk. Twining her fingers with Hux, she stole a glance at her mate—mate—and smiled, her heart ready to burst. She’d never get used to this feeling.
“So,” she said, “how did you get to be scared of spiders? You never told me the story.”
He shot her a look from behind narrowed eyes, the silver in them catching the moonlight. “Won’t let it go, will you?”
“Like a dog with a bone. Now spill.”
He grumbled something incoherent, and she nudged him with her elbow.
“Come on, Mr. Quire-orgy.”
“Agastopia.” His smile made her belly fl
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He licked the curve of her neck up to her ear. "Keep doing that, little witch," he murmured, his breath hot against her skin. "Feels amazing."He stopped moving, and with a disappointed tsk he resumed drinking.Oh, gods. He tried to touch his weak magic, just so that it could slip through his fingers mentally. His body turned rubbery, black bleeding in his sight. He is much stronger than he should be. He breathed a sigh of relief. "Failsafe measure."The reminder of how he would be kicked back into the Shadows if he killed her stopped him. He stopped drinking, moved away so he could be caught in his sharp gaze. "You're bluffing."She was. Not that she would let him see that, though. “Try me,” she whispered, infusing the words with as much daring bluff as possible.His thumb gently rubbed her lower lip. "Maybe I will." He gripped her neck and bit again.&n
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Atticus stopped and looked at her, heart skipping a beat. “What’s wrong?” “You—you’re not going to do…that, are you?” Her eyes were wide, her face as red as he’d never seen it before, her aura trembling with embarrassment. His gaze flicked to the triangle of ginger curls between her legs, to the tempting pink flesh underneath, glistening with her arousal. He looked back at her face. “Do what? Eat you up like a delicious dessert?” She squealed and squirmed, delightfully bashful again. He bit back a grin. “I want to taste you. And not just your blood.” Brushing her mind with a wave of pure sexual intent, he ran his hands down the sensitive inside of her thighs, to her entrance, grazed it with his fingers. She panted even faster. He traced the curve of her swollen nether lips, slick with her desire. “I am going to lick