His chuckle was the barest breath, and one green eye opened. “Missed you more.”
“Doubtful,” I mumbled, playfully biting his lower lip. “So…this wasn’t just a one-time deal?” Please, say no. I held my breath, watching as his other eye opened.
He held my gaze steadily, even if his lids were drooped in relaxation. “No, sweetheart. This wasn’t a one-time deal.” He paused, licking his lips. “Not unless you want it to be?” His eyes darted back and forth between mine, his grip tightening.
“No, I want more of this.” I smiled, completely content. “More of you.”
His grin was damn near sweet, with his cheek scrunched on the wall as it was. “More of me, huh?”
“Yeah.” I rolled my eyes. “More of you.” I kissed him again, this time his lips softly molding against mine. “I’ve grown kind of fond of the badass Vampire.”
He hummed, kissing me. “The feeling’s mutual for the little wolf.”
I nipped his bottom lip. “I called you badass and you call me little. How is that fair?”
He grinned, again appearing sweet. “Are your feet touching the ground?”
I scowled, but I don’t think it came off as anything but lethargic squinting. “Shut up.”
His eyes danced over my face. “God, you’re cute.”
My breath caught, my heart melting at the innocent words even though I tried scowling again. “That’s like saying a rattlesnake isn’t deadly.”
“To a Mys, it’s not.” He chuckled as he watched my face scrunch up even further. “I’m going to get you a book on general Mystical knowledge.” He was vibrating against me as I bared my teeth. “You need it and you know it.”
I huffed. “Like I said, shut up.” I wiggled my legs in the air, trying to be as dignified as I could, sniffing with the action. “Put me down.”
An eyebrow cocked, even though his grin only increased as he watched my face. “Say please.”
I stared for probably far too long, loving seeing him like this, and I couldn’t help but kiss him once more, missing him that damn much. “Please, baby?”
He blinked, staring right back, his gaze running over my face. His lips found mine. This kiss lasted longer than our previous gentle brushes, one of his hands lifting to thread his fingers through my hair and holding the back of my head as he slanted us away from the wall so he could tilt his head, deepening the kiss. My sigh was profound as his tongue gently slid against mine, curling to slowly retreat, only to repeat it again just as leisurely. The kiss ended just as slowly as it had begun, by gradual increments, as he tilted his head back. And he kissed my nose once before lifting me off him, both of us grunting with the intimate motion, and setting me on my feet.
Pulling my skirt down, I glanced around the room, and jolted, realizing… “Holy shit! When did that happen?”
Ezra stopped in the process of reaching for wet wipes on one of the shelves — he couldn’t go out there smelling like me — his attention shooting first to me, then to where I was staring. Which was the whole room in general. Including the wall we had been against. There was a golden sparkle of protection coating the entirety of the room’s walls.
“Fuck,” Ezra rumbled, his face swinging to the door. “Hopefully it was Pearl.”
My hand clamped over my mouth. “We weren’t that loud, were we?” My wide eyes met his equally round gaze. I pointed vaguely. “There’s music out there for the Vamps.”
He quickly nodded, grabbing the wet wipes off the shelf. “No one would be able to hear us out in the bar.” He quickly cleaned himself as I slipped my flip-flops back on, which had fallen off, and I motioned to his fingers, which he wiped down. “I wouldn’t have started this here if I thought they could hear us.”
“I know,” I murmured as he fixed his pants. I picked up his belt and my panties, which were both ruined, and tossed them deep into a trash can, under a few things smelling horrendous, and used a few of the wet wipes to clean off my own hands. “How does my hair look?” I pitched the wet wipes into the trash, and turned to him.
His lips twitched as he pulled his hood up, which had fallen at some point. “Like you’ve been properly f**ked.”
I sighed, waving my hands at it. “Well, fix it.”
“Calm down,” he murmured softly, running his fingers through my hair, which did, indeed, feel tangled as he tugged through it relentlessly. “Whoever put up the spell did so with our protection in mind.”
“And hopefully not blackmail,” I griped quietly, fixing his shirt, which was crooked. “This is King Nelson’s party, after all.” I paused. “Lots of Mages.”
His fingers stalled for a moment before moving again through my hair. “Do try to be optimistic. Comments like that take years off my life.”
I sighed. “I’m just trying to prepare for who I might have to kill.”
His gaze met mine. “If there’s any killing that needs to be done because we’re sleeping together,” he actually pumped his pec muscles, “I’ll be the one to do it.”
I stared, dry words flowing, “Really? A man thing?”
He sniffed, jaw hardening. “Yes.”
I patted his chest. “Okay, Conan, you can kill the baddies.” I smiled sweetly. “And I’ll scream and run away in terror.”
He blinked, then snorted. “That’ll be the day.” But he positioned himself in front of me as we moved toward the door. He paused for a moment with his hand on the door handle, ear to the door, but his eyebrows came together as he glanced at me with a shake of his head. Cracked the door just a smidge to peek out. He jerked, cursing, as it slammed back into his face from the outside.
Low and behold, Bindi slipped inside the door, shutting it firmly behind her. My lips pinched and my claws literally sliced through my fingers, even as Ezra growled at her, his predator taking voice, while he rubbed at his eye. Bindi placed her hands on her hips, stating bluntly, “Are you two f**king insane?”
“Possibly.” I smiled at her. It wasn’t pretty, my eyes flashing. “You were the one who put the protection on the room?”
She huffed. “Of course I was. I was here to pass out free condoms to all the partiers, and decided to check the storage closet where people — who are f**king morons — sometimes sneak off. And imagine my surprise when I hear the Prodigy Shifter and Prodigy Vampire going at it.” She shook her head, crossing her arms. “Do you know how many people I shooed away?”