He rolled with her, letting one knee slip between her knees. Gabrielle hiked her legs over his hips, locking her ankles.
“When did Raven say to meet them?” he asked, nibling on her lower lip.
“Now. As soon as I woke you.”
“Text her back. Tell her we need a few minutes.”
The hard bar of his cock already pressed against her slit, thick and swollen. He pulled back to fist his shaft, teasing her entrance and her sensitive nub.
Gabrielle’s hand fumbled for her phone on the nightstand, sending off a quick text telling Raven they’d meet in ten minutes.
That’s all she’d need.
Even less if he talked dirty.
As if reading her thoughts, he slipped her skimpy nightie from her shoulders, then wiggling down until he pulled her panties from her ankles.
“I’m going to fuck you good, you witchy tease, and you’ll take every inch I give.” He twisted her silky nighty into a long coil and then wrapped it around one of her wrists.
Gripping the other, he bound it to the first and then tied the coiled nighty to the spindled headboard.
“Luke—”
He silenced her with a kiss, as his hands found her tits and squeezed, rolling her nipples between his fingers.
Gabrielle arched her back, yanking on the restraints. “No fair!” She dragged her knee up, letting her shin run his full hard length.
He pinched her nipples harder. “You want my cock you’re going to have to beg.”
“Is that all?” She smirked. “Fuck me, big boy. Please!”
His gaze smoldered as he spread her knees wide. “That was pitiful. I want you breathless, panting and drenched. I want you so hot and ready you come the second my cock pierces your sex.”
At his raw words, her clit throbbed, and wetness slicked between her legs, dripping down her crack
Luke dipped his mouth to her wet cleft and licked her from her seam to her hard nub. He circled the swollen bud, teasing her to her core.
She sucked in a sharp breath. “Luke! I’m not playing, now!”
“Not yet, bébé. I’ll tell you when you’re ready.”
Sliding both thumbs over her sex, he pushed her folds apart. He slipped two fingers into her slit, working her pussy inside and out.
Gabrielle’s hips bucked, grinding against his hand. The bed shook, spindles rattling from her pull on her restraints.
He licked her slick, swollen folds, sucking her tight bud against the flat of his tongue. She cried out, her body near cresting.
With a final lick, he pulled his face from between her legs and wiped her slick juice from his lips. “Well?” he asked.
Her body trembled and ached for release. Breath came in short pants, and if she could’ve ripped a hand from his satin knots, she’d plunge her fingers between her legs for blessed relief.
“Luke—” She gasped, panting. “I need…I can’t…I…please!”
He lifted her legs to his hips and drove his cock balls-deep with one thrust.
Gabrielle cried out, body spasms clenching her core. Her climax hit hard and fast and she dug her fingers into her palms.
Locking her ankles, she bucked against Luke’s hips. Grinding, she met him thrust for thrust, every plunge deeper, rougher, sending her sex into spasm after spasm.
Luke growled, and his body tensed as her muscles clenched in release. He pulled back, leaving just his rigid tip inside. With a snarl, he plunged again. A crashing climax tightened every muscle as he exploded, jets surging from his gut.
His climax ebbed, as another crested in her, so he reached up, freeing her hands. Holding her close, he let her climax tear through her until they lay spent and sated on damp sheets.
With a chuckle, she cupped his face, kissing him quick. “That song’s got nothing on you.”
Bemused, he grinned. “What song?”
“Talk Dirty to Me.”
Luke laughed so hard he slipped from her body. “It’s all you. What can I say? You bring out the dirty dog in me.”
He rolled from her, and sat up. “Time check.”
“Five minutes late.”
She knelt up, wrapping her arms around his neck from behind, letting her fingers toy with the damp hair on his chest. “Since we’re already late, we might as well—”
Luke took her hand and kissed her palm. “As much as I would love that, Aiden is already knocking on my brain asking what’s taking us so long.”
Gabrielle smirked against the top of his shoulder. “Care to send him an image explaining why?”
“Not on your life, my witchy wife!” He growled, pulling her in for a kiss. Getting up, he flipped her over his shoulder, spinning her around before setting her down in front of their ensuite bathroom door. “Get moving, love.” He smacked her bottom. “It’s rude to keep the demon waiting.”
She laughed. “You mean Aiden, right?”
“Same difference.”
***
“You can’t be serious, Raven. You’re saying you want to let Moe out of the holding cell?” Luke paced the kitchen floor. “I’ve said you and Gabrielle were an impetuous pair, but in this you are solo crazy.”
“We need to hear her out, Luke.” Gabby tried to get his attention, but he was too busy with his back and forth.
She got why he thought Ray was batshit, but there was some merit to why she wanted to give the demon his freedom, if only for a short time and under supervision. It was to lay the ground work for what was happening in less than forty-eight hours.
“Luke, if you think I like my mate playing let’s make a deal with a demon, you’re as nuts as you think her. Mine was an emphatic no the moment she suggested her plan, but she’s got a point.”
“What point? To let a demon have his own back? A demon who nearly killed your brother and whose spawn killed how many sentinels in
