My foot tangled in a lamp cord, pulling it off the desk. It crashed to the floor, so Clay kicked that too for getting in our way. He turned and walked us toward the bed, missing it completely and smacking his knee on one of the nightstands hard enough to upend it.
Laughing against his lips, I fumbled at the hem of his tank top as we staggered around until I had enough of a grip to yank it over his head. It got stuck, and we banged our heads together. He lost his hold on me, and down I went, landing with a bounce on the corner of the mattress. I couldn’t catch myself and rolled onto the floor. I jumped to my feet, not realizing the bedspread was wrapped around my ankle. When I tried to step toward him, I tripped and grabbed for purchase before I fell, taking the rest of the bedspread with me. It slid off the bed and covered me as I landed with a grunt back on my ass.
Pushing off the floor and calling the bedspread every name I could think of, then cursing again when I banged my elbow on the upended nightstand, I faced Clay. We stood there, panting and staring at each other. Suddenly, he sprang across the bed and crashed into me. We laughed as, together, we went down, knocking the other nightstand on its side. He kicked the mattress, sending it sliding off the bedframe.
We couldn’t seem to avoid any of the obstacles in our way, not that we really tried, and kicked things out of the way when we did hit them. Clay pulled me back into his arms and settled me on the mattress resting on the floor, since we’d somehow overturned the bedframe. He dove for my neck and feasted on my throat as he yanked the clothes from my body.
I was so turned on by the animalistic way we’d attacked each other and destroyed my room, I could barely see straight from all the energy centering around my lady bits. This was what I’d been craving, a way to release all my pent-up frustrations, a way to just let go.
He undressed the rest of the way and once again attacked my flesh, kissing and licking, taunting and teasing. Turnabout was fair play. I knew exactly what he liked and ran my nails up and down his muscled back as I delivered sharp little nips to his shoulder. He hissed in a breath through his teeth.
“Jesus, woman.” He kissed his way to my mouth. “I love it when you do that.”
“You also love it when I do this.” I wrapped my legs around him, locking my heels and rocking my hips. His cock was perfectly positioned to slip past my slick entrance. He plunged deep, and I dug my nails into his shoulder for purchase. “Clay!”
“Ouch,” he stated in a growl and did it again, thrusting even deeper than before. He slammed our hips together, shooting us off the mattress and onto the throw rug in front of where the bed used to be. That was going to leave a mark.
He scooted us back onto the mattress without breaking our connection, sitting up and having me straddle his lap. I grabbed his shoulders and rocked in time with his plunges, letting my head fall back as the orgasm building inside me tightened. We kept perfect time, his steady strokes in pace with the way my hips rolled like waves crashing on the shore.
And then I crashed hard, the climax so swift, I cried out. “Ah!”
“Montana,” he grunted as his release took over. He pumped his hips, drawing peak after peak from my body, only slowing when I could no longer move from the intensity of the orgasm—that and the fact I was pretty sure it’d shattered every one of my bones when it crashed down on me. “Holy…wow.”
“Holy wow is right.” I lifted my head from his shoulder and glanced around, my heart sinking as my mouth fell open. “Oh my God. Look at this place. It’s like a tornado hit.”
“A fucknado.” Clay snorted, drawing a giggle from me.
All hail the fucknado.
14
After Clay and I had destroyed my room in a rather vigorous therapy session, we’d searched the barrier for the counter ward until neither of us could keep our eyes open before we called it. The ward was gone. Was it ever there? Did I imagine the whole thing? Or was it so weak that the other wards—the good wards—destroyed it? How could I go to Stace or any of the other professors and tell them about a ward I’d created without permission and had since disappeared?
There had to be another reason why the barrier was breaking down. It couldn’t have anything to do with an invisible counter ward. I had to believe that.
I only slept a few hours so I’d have enough time to sneak in a visit with Leo before tribunals. I wanted to apologize for being the reason he’d spent the last two days in the infirmary.
Cressida’s statue didn’t call to my senses as it usually did, reminding me she was stuck in her human form inside the ruins. I made a mental note to stop by after today’s tribunals to check on her.
I walked into the infirmary and fully expected someone to stop me as soon as I entered the building. When no one greeted me, I eagerly hurried through the waiting room and down the hall to the patient rooms. It didn’t take a locator spell to find Leo’s room. Not only did Syd have his name scribbled on a mini whiteboard outside the door, it was also the only room with the door closed.
Pushing the door open as quietly
