Page 131 of Heimlock

“Any time, any place.”

He nods once, as if confirming something to himself. “He deserves that.” Lowering his voice, he says, “I’m glad you don’t mind sitting in some graves.”

I lean in closer to whisper, “You’re acting like I haven’t dug a few myself.”

Fynn’s golden eyes flick over me with new awareness and appreciation, then opens his arms. “Friends again?”

“As long as we’re not just friends,” I mutter. He chuckles, gathering me in his arms. I squeeze him back, grateful that he and Trinte are okay. At least, on the path to being okay.

He releases me and turns to hug his brother. I try not to listen to their exchange, instead focusing on Orliana.

Gathering my best friend into my arms, I whisper, “These Gleanscale brothers are wild.”

“You have no idea,” she mutters, brushing a kiss against my cheek. “Text me later?”

Looking at the Dragon I’m about to pounce on, I say, “Later is the operative word.”

I shoo them out with over-exaggerated and strained smiles. The moment Trinte closes the door, I leap into his arms.

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In a flash, my hands are full of Fire Sprite ass with strong hips wrapped around my thighs. Our mouths collide, and she moans as I rub her center against me.

Breaking the kiss, Kyrielle mutters, “I can’t believe you kept the eyeball.”

“I can’t believe you’re turned on because of it.”

She giggles. “Who knew I’d be into vengefully ripped out eyeballs?”

“I could’ve guessed.” I nip her lip. “We did commit murder together.”

“Oh, don’t remind me,” she groans. “Next dead body, I’m totally getting on my knees for you.”

“Next?” I laugh, knowing she’s serious.

“Just kiss me,” she says, slamming our faces together. Consumed with her kisses, I walk us into my bedroom and tumble us into the bed. My mouth goes dry as I sit back, admiring the view.

“Goddess, you’re beautiful,” I say through frantic breaths.

Kyrielle places a foot on my chest, revealing so much more. My mouth waters as she commands, “Take that off, please. I deserve to admire you.”

I smirk. “You deserve to admire me?”

“Yes. I didn’t kill your brother.”

“Such admirable restraint.”

“Thank you. Now take it off.”

Laughing, I take off my T-shirt. “Satisfied?”

“No, but I will be.” Kyrielle leans against her elbows. “What level are we moving at right now?”

My body screams for all of her, but we’re trying to be slow. I’m trying to be slow.

Sitting back on my heels, I press her knees together so I can focus. “You should know that sometimes … I have triggers during sex.”

She tilts her head. “What kind? Anything specific?”