That sounded like Anna. “He’s a Dominus and I doubt he’ll be able to stay with us for long.”
“I know,” Sloane said. “But Anna will make use of him while she can.”
“Wait, her mojo doesn’t work on him, does it?”
Sloane smirked. “Nope. But you should have seen her try.”
I sagged in relief. “Well maybe she should try using it on the silent sisters and get them to hurry with that glamour spell.”
Sloane shrugged. “I’m assuming creating a glamour spell to fool the Order takes time.”
“Yeah, but how much time do we have? While we wait, the revenants are having a feast.”
“Trust me, I know. It bothers me too.”
We reached the door to the east wing and came to a halt.
I sighed. “Okay, I guess I’ll see you for training tomorrow.”
Sloane gave me a strange look. “Um, I think you’ve got the wrong idea here, Cora. I’m staying with you tonight.”
“What?”
“The wards are up and no revenants, banshee, or slau can get in, but the original vamps are a different breed of creature. We have no idea how effective our wards will be against them. You’re not spending the night alone.”
Okay, that made sense. “I hope you don’t snore.”
“No, but I do hog the covers.” She grinned, electric-blue eyes gleaming in the moonlight streaming in from the windows. “I can probably control that, but I’m also a snuggler.” She leaned in. “That’s something I may not be able to control.”
I arched a brow at her. “Are you flirting with me?”
She tipped her head to the side. “What if I am?”
We’d spent a ton of time together over the last two weeks and she’d been strictly business. I’d almost forgotten about our kiss, but now, with the moonlight highlighting her sharp high cheekbones and sliding its fingers through her silver hair, the kiss was all I could think of. My gaze dropped to her full mouth and the memory of it on mine was a sharp tug in my lower belly, followed by liquid heat.
She traced the line of my jaw with her fingertip. “Fuck, you’re hot when you’re speechless.”
She’d called me hot. “You didn’t answer my question.”
“Yeah, I guess I am flirting with you. Probably shouldn’t, though. Tor might be happy to share with Leif and Rune, but I don’t…” She leaned in so her mouth was inches from mine. “Share, that is.” Her tongue peeked out to touch the corner of her mouth and her eyes narrowed. “You haven’t gotten intimate with them, have you?” She didn’t wait for my response. “When’s the last time you came?”
My chest flushed with heat and then annoyance flared in my chest. I stood taller. “When’s the last time you came?”
“Last night.” The corner of her mouth lifted. “I’m good with my hands.”
I smiled. “Good for you, Sloane.”
I turned away and shoved open the door. “Now if you’re done coming on to me, maybe we can get some sleep?”
Her chuckle followed me into the east wing. It was going to be a long night.
Sloane double-checked the wards before stripping down to her panties and vest and climbing into bed. Her body was lean and toned. She obviously worked out. I noted the symbols tattooed across her upper back and shoulders.
“Runes?” I pointed at her ink.
She craned her neck to look over her shoulder as if seeing them for the first time.
“Ah, shit. Yeah, a little shield to stop unwanted siphoning and possession. We considered these for you and your Jasper problem, but they’re proactive, not reactive, and Jasper was already bonded to you. The amulet was the best bet. Silent sister work.”
I touched it absently. “The sisters made this.”
“Yeah.” She pulled back the covers. “Elijah argued that as a potential we needed to make sure you were taken care of. Anna wasn’t too keen, though, but hell, it’s just as well she went along with it.”
She lay on her back with her arm tucked behind her head, staring at the ceiling.
“I don’t bite, Cora. Not unless you want me to.”
I pulled my sleep shorts and tee from my bag. I should change in the bathroom, but the wicked side of me reared up, wanting to give her a taste of her own medicine. I peeled off my top and her gaze zeroed in on me, body going still.
I reached for the clasp of my bra and her mouth parted expectantly. Pulse thudding in my throat, I fixed a smirk on my face before turning my back on her, unhooking the bra, and sliding it off. I pulled on the sleep tee, then turned to find her standing a foot behind me.
My heart slammed into my ribcage as her electric-blue eyes bore into me. Her fingers brushed the strip of exposed skin between the hem of my tee and my jeggings. My breath stuck in my throat as she hooked her thumbs into the waistband of my jeggings and peeled them over my hips and down my thighs, dropping to her knees so her head was level with my groin. Her warm breath filtered through the thin material of my panties, touching skin and promising a delicious invasion.
Oh fuck.
Her hands slid up my calves and stopped at my upper thighs, fingers pinching as if she was about to urge them apart. I sucked in a sharp breath, unable to fight the urge to tilt my hips toward her mouth. Unable to fight the heat of arousal spiraling at my core.
Sloane slid her hands up a little more, thumbs brushing the juncture of my thighs, and then stood and locked gazes with me. “Word of advice, Cora. If we play the teasing game, you’re gonna lose. Every. Fucking. Time.”
Thank goodness for large beds and thank goodness for
