“Akiva…“ I tried to turn to him, but Cian kept me from doing so by recapturing my mouth. Indra had sat on the sofa as well, and his mouth found my nipple.
I was sure I couldn’t take any more of this, but I found myself rocking into Akiva’s hand again, and he took that as encouragement to keep going.
His thumb pressed down more insistently, rubbing sporadically so that I couldn’t anticipate his movements. It set me further on edge and I moaned into Cian’s mouth, finally falling limply back against him. He grinned into my mouth and Akiva leaned down to bite my thigh, inexplicably throwing me into another orgasm.
This time I really did cry. Tears ran down my face as I keened into Cian’s jaw, Indra’s lips on my neck while Cian whispered praise in my ear.
Thankfully Akiva’s hand was gone a moment later, and the lich sat up so he could drape himself over me and kiss my stomach. A sheen of sweat covered my body and my thighs trembled.
“I’m glad you came to New Orleans,” the lich said conversationally as I panted against Cian’s shoulder.
I glared at him, tear tracks still wet on my face, and he did not have the decency to look apologetic.
“Have we convinced you to stay yet?” Indra pressed, licking over the bite marks that reddened my shoulder from his teeth.
I was suddenly very tired; my body exhausted from our activities.
Hiding a smile against Cian’s throat, I shook my head. “I don’t know,” I mused, sitting across his lap more comfortably as his hand ran up my back and Akiva came to sit on the sofa and pull my legs into his lap.
“Maybe you should try to convince me again.”
To Be Continued in Bury Their Bones, book 2 of the Wicked Fortunes series.
Think George had it rough with a wendigo and some vampires? Wait until the loa request a visit.
Thank you for Reading
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I’d also like to say thank you to everyone who helped me through this. Gretchen, thank you so much for fielding my random messages and calls and keeping me on track. Stormy, you’re the best editor ever. Thanks for putting up with me, my weird relationship with grammar, and my strange love for the word ‘deigned.’
And last, but certainly not least, to my mother. Without your support, I wouldn’t be able to do any of this. You’re amazing, and I’m so proud to be your daughter.
