Chasing The Night: Big Easy Shifters: Book Three by Knox, Abby (best novels to read for students TXT) 📗

When her eyes flicked down to glance at his cock, the hint of her tongue, once again, peeking out to moisten her lips made the length of him even harder, longer, and needier. Looking at her look at him like that turned him on more than he ever thought possible. The throb, the ache, was becoming unbearable.

“I’ve never seen one before,” she said. “Well, except in my photos from last night…or this morning.”

He slowly slid one palm up the underside of his shaft, watching her eyes widen, her nipples harden, as he did this to himself. The reaction of her body, the way her scent changed the more excited she grew, made this self-torment worth it.

“Oh. Wow. Okay. So as I was saying,” she said, tearing her eyes away and looking down at the mattress in shyness, “I should delete those off of my phone now that you…and your penis…have been correctly identified.” Chastity ended with a breathy giggle that sent his delight in her to another level. His heart fell deeper, deep enough to match the wolf’s obsession.

Gavin cupped her face to draw her eyes up to his. “Don’t be embarrassed at wanting to look at it. That’s for you. I’ve been walking around this city all morning with a tent pole in my drawers, looking for you.” She bit her lip and laughed, then looked up at him and back down at his thickness. “It’s all very new to me. I mean, I know we did it last night or this morning, or probably most likely did all the things. But I don’t remember much of it. Do you?”

Gavin seated himself next to her on the bed, his eyes admiring the slope where her neck met her collarbone, the way her chest rose and fell with her shallow breathing. Why the hell they had agreed to ass tattoos he couldn’t guess. He could only swear off alcohol at this point. After this, he would promise to fix that ugly tattoo with something more befitting the tiny queen that she was.

He cupped one of her breasts as he talked. She gasped again as he gently stroked, memorizing the way her bare skin warmed to him, the way her pulse increased and her blood called out to him. The sensuous woman and the dangerous panther inside of her woke up every one of his cravings. “I remember waking up feeling like a new man. And then the next moment, all I knew was I needed to find whoever it was that made me feel that way.”

She bit her lip. “And when you found out I was a panther shifter just like Rosemary and GiGi?”

Gavin shook his head and pressed a wet kiss against her mouth, smoothing his tongue over her lip where she’d bit it. No more of that; her lips were his to bite from now on. “Doesn’t matter. I don’t know why anybody cares about any of that in the first place. Listen,” he said, threading his fingers through her hair, “there’s now three of us who’ve imprinted on another breed of shifter. It can’t be a coincidence, and it can’t just be because we’re all near each other because of the wedding. There has to be more to it than that.”

Chastity quirked an eyebrow, looking as if an idea was occurring to her. Gavin’s kisses pampered her neck, collarbone, and shoulder while she spoke, one hand still cupping her head and the other moving from her breast to the small of her back, pulling her closer. “You think this has something to do with the curse? Like, maybe this is how we get rid of them? Become totally human, all of us together?”

Gavin gave a noncommittal grunt. “Maybe. Maybe just your uncle’s blessing will be enough at the wedding tomorrow. A blessing’s the opposite of a curse.” He had no basis for this theory, but he was enjoying the way Chastity’s mind never stopped working even as he continued to kiss her and stroke her everywhere.

Goose flesh blanketed Chastity’s legs when both of his hands went to her thighs and squeezed, hard. The exploring, the fondling, was becoming a much firmer manhandling. “Uncle Lionel has not agreed to come to the wedding.”

Gavin chuckled and provoked a moan from her with his mouth on her breast. “Oh, he’ll be there.”

“How—oh, wow, that’s…wow—I mean, how do you know that?”

He lightly grazed his teeth over her nipple. Her body jerked, and he smiled. He had to focus on forming words as he alternated his efforts equally between each nipple. “Ash had two jobs for this wedding. One, show up. Two, get Rosemary’s father to be there. Trust me, the DuChamp patriarch is for sure going to be there to give his daughter away.”

She was silent for a time, and Gavin sat up straight to check in with her.

“My daddy would never.” Her eyes transformed from slightly sad to worried. “Oh God, he and my mom are driving down here today. He’ll know as soon as he sees me that I’m not…that I’m not…”

Gavin’s mind reeled with guesses as to what she was getting at until she blurted out everything. Everything about the Purity Balls, her promise to remain a virgin until he’d found her a suitable husband, all of it.

“And if he finds out, he’ll disown me. Goodbye trust fund, goodbye art school, goodbye world. I’ll be locked up in my room in Baton Rouge and I’ll never see you again.”

He could see she was starting to panic about the future, and Gavin was not about to let that happen. Gripping her face, he quieted her with a deep, sensuous kiss until her breathing slowed, her whimpers turned to sighs, and her sighs turned to soft purrs. When he broke the kiss, he said, “If it’s already happened and the promise was bound by magic, then he already knows. Listen, he doesn’t own you or your virginity. He can take away your