Page 112 of A Whisper of Cinders

As yawns start to spread, we call it a night and Ami cleans up everything with a single snap of her fingers. No trace to be found of the small feast we had.

Ami lingers in the door opening, watching as the other two walk away. Neo looks back over her shoulder, smiling at Ami as she disappears into her own room.

“How are you feeling?”

“Good…why?”

Ami gives me a quick kiss upon the cheek. “Oh, nothing. Just…don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.”

I pull back, my brows furrowing. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

She winks before slipping into the hallway and enters Neoma’s room instead. I snigger before closing the door. Whatever those two are up to, I will not be doing any of that. I will be safe and sound in my bed.

Asleep.

But as I lay down, my thoughts drift off to the handsome blond male I kissed not so long ago, a burning spreads inside of my body. The thought of his lips on mine sends a pulse straight to my core. I push my legs together, but that only adds fuel to what can only be my burning desire.

Aramis was so respectful when we kissed. But in my mind, his lips trace down my neck, and he doesn’t stop above my collarbone. His mouth follows the curve of my breast, and continues down until his tongue passes my nipple, slowly drawing circles around it.

I try to guide my thoughts to green fields of grass or flowers, anything else instead of the way Aramis worships my body. But it’s no use, the thoughts only become wilder, more wicked. And when another male joins, his lips caressing the back of my neck, I jump out of my bed and run into my bathroom.

Cold water might do me good. The sparks are back, flying around me like little fireflies. But no matter how much water I splash in my face, it does nothing to wash away the heated movie that plays in my head.

“Fuck it,” I whisper to myself in the mirror, ignoring the glowing eyes and pointed ears. All I want, no need, is Aramis.

Before I can second-guess myself, I run out of the bathroom and slip into the hallway, taking the stairs up to the level above mine, rapidly knocking on the second to last door on the left.

My heart comes back to life, pounding against my ribs. The cool air of the dimly lit hallway does nothing to chill down my feverish skin, or erase the sparks flying around me. Not until I hear shuffling feet from the other side of the door.

That’s when everything just…stops.

The door opens and there stands my blond god, muscled chest on full display, dark green pajama pants low on his hips. He quickly ruffles through his hair, a worried expression edged on his handsome features. “Mai? Is everything alright?”

I know the question is directed to me, but all I can see is how absolutely ravishing he looks. So instead, I reach for his head and pull him into a kiss. If he is surprised by my movement, he doesn’t let it show, but instead pulls me closer. My hands find his hair, tangling in the soft waves. My tongue follows the curve of his bottom lip and he opens instantly for me, our tongues dancing around each other at a slow pace.

A groan rumbles in his chest as his hand lands on the back of my neck, angling my head backwards to get even better access.

Taking advantage of the fact he is shirtless, I trace my fingers across his collarbone. They waver a path across his hard muscled pecs, discovering every inch of his very defined abdomen and when the tips of my fingers bush against the edge of his pants, I trail even lower until my fingers find his erection and I stroke up and down along his length.

That’s when he stops and pulls away. He searches my face, staring into my eyes, unsure what he sees there. “What are you doing?”

His question should make me freeze, but it doesn’t. “I want you Aramis, all of you.”

“Dear moons —”

I grab hold of the edge of his pants and pull until we’re standing in front of the bed. With a little push, he sits down and I straddle him as if it’s something I’ve done a million times before. My body moves on instinct, hips rolling against his length, fueled by the heat roaring inside of me and the sounds that escape from Aramis only intensifies my burning desire.

My core aches to the point where it’s painful, my panties are soaked and my thoughts are consumed by him and him alone.

“Shit gorgeous, I —”

I silence him as our mouths meet again, the kiss not so gentle anymore and leaving his swollen lips is excruciating, but there are other places I want to taste. I start at his neck, licking and kissing my way down. Strong hands land on my hips to help me move against him and —

No.

He is blocking my movement, but I don’t stop, rocking forward, gasping at the solid heat I feel underneath me. Yet, his hands remain at my hips, a ragged sound rumbling from his chest, fingers twitching as if he’s unsure what to do next.

The scent of something heady, rich and intoxicating fills my nose, making my head spin and my body ignite.