Unleashed: The Cursed Trilogy, Book Two by Betty Legend (little bear else holmelund minarik .TXT) 📗

he spins me, stopping me in front of him as he leans against the railing.

“It’s not time for you to leave yet, so let’s make the best of it.”

Full, sensuous lips smother mine in a provocative attempt to seduce me, and it’s working. His strong hands unfasten the button of my shorts as I tug at the buttons of his shirt. With no one around for miles, there’s no need to be modest. My shorts drop to my ankles, and he slithers my panties down my thighs after them. I step out of them as he removes his shirt, dangling it over the railing. Pulling my shirt off, I giggle as his facial hair tickles between my breasts. His hands palm around the swell of them and he kisses and nips at my cleavage before removing my bra entirely.

“Sweetheart…”

“Yes, handsome?”

“I love these breasts.”

Pulling me to him, he lifts one, sucking my nipple into his mouth, elevating my arousal to a raging need.

“I want you so much right now.”

Sliding two fingers into my opening, he fills my parted mouth with his tongue, moving it at the same hungry pace as his fingers.

“Unbutton my pants. I’m about to bust out of them.”

Yanking them off his hips, I release his hardened erection, and it springs forward. My fist curls around it, and I stroke him in rhythm with his thrusts. When my panting gets more feverish, he walks us the few feet across the porch, his lips still on mine. Turning me abruptly, he holds my hands against the wall, his lips feathering over my shoulder.

Lowering his right hand, he aligns with my opening, and with one hard thrust, he enters me. I moan from the instant pleasure. Against the wall, he keeps me caged as he thrusts in and out, taking me deeper and harder as I moan for more. A growl erupts from his chest, his large hands keeping me held steady as he ravages me, pounding against my G-spot.

“My mate,” he thrusts again. “All,” another thrust, “Fucking,” I come hard, my moan a pleasured scream. “Mine.”

I’m a mess of sagging limbs in his hands. Licking across my ear, he intertwines his fingers through my fingers, holding me up.

“I’m already in love with you,” he whispers, holding his warm body against my back, our bodies still connected.

“You had my heart on night one.”

“After your trip, stay with me for a few weeks. Decide how you like it.”

Tilting my chin over my shoulder, I take his kiss.

“I will.”

Pulling out from me, he turns me, placing my chest to his. My arms rest around his neck.

“How do you feel about the guys staying here?”

“If it makes you happy and keeps you with me, then I don’t mind.”

“All right. After my trip, I’ll stay here for a while.”

Taking my hand, he kisses my fingers.

“You don’t know how happy that makes me.”

He holds me in his arms, kissing me until I’m smiling against his lips.

“Ready for lunch?”

“Yes.”

“Let’s get cleaned up.”

Killian bends, gathering our clothes. He awaits me to enter the house before him, no doubt watching my ass.

After a quick shower together, he goes outside to chop more firewood for tonight while I make us toasted ham and turkey sandwiches. The front door opens, and I expect Killian to enter, but in the threshold is the frame of a fiery, inked god with crimson wings.

“There’s my pretty witch.”

My mouth curls as Emeric folds his wings to his back.

“What are you doing here?”

“Do I need an excuse to see my woman?”

Grinning, I brush a loose strand of hair out of my face. “No.”

Joining me in the dining room, his heated kiss warms me.

“Griffin and Cyrus are growing on me, but I only stick around the beach house to be with you. I’ve missed you, babe.”

“I’ve missed you too.”

Bringing me into his arms, he caresses my lower back, then squeezes my ass as he kisses me, his tongue melting my body into his.

“You miss my cock, don’t you, baby?”

“Yes, and the rest of you.” I caress his feathers, and he tilts his head back.

“Fuck, I miss this.” Red glimmers in his onyx gaze as he returns his attention to me. “You still going to see your mom and cousin?”

“Yeah, leaving here shortly.”

“You mind if I join you?”

Letting go of me, he raises a brow as he plucks a few chips off one of the plates. He’s the first of my guys to ask, and I’m glad he did.

“Actually, no, I don’t mind. I’d love for you to join me.”

“That’s what I was hoping to hear.” The curl of his mouth shows me how pleased he is. With an arm around me, he tucks me against his chest, his warm, strong feathers wrapped around me. “When do we leave?”

“After lunch.”

“I’ll wait for you at your apartment and allow Killian the rest of his time with you uninterrupted.”

I smile up at him. “That’s nice of you.”

“Well, baby, what can I say?” Releasing me, he steps back and rubs the charm hanging from his neck. “You’re rubbing off on me.” With a wink and a handsome smirk, he disappears through a portal.

My cheeks swell as I finish setting the plates. Minutes later, Killian comes inside, shirtless, sweat dampening his shapely muscles. One look at him and arousal stirs. I bite my lip as his delicious scent envelopes me, and his kiss evaporates all thoughts.

“You didn’t need any wood cut, did you? You just wanted to taunt me with your tempting pheromones and hot, sweaty body.”

“I need to up my game. You’re on to me.” With a playful grin, he scoops up a sandwich and bites into it.

We climb onto the seats next to each other and clean our plates between chatter and laughter. As I remove the empty plates, Killian looks at the clock on the microwave and frowns. I settle into his arms after he steps off the barstool.

“The time will go by fast. Plus, you have that beautiful table to finish carving and sealing.” I point in the