King Cave (48 page)

Ezra gently pulled me closer, our bodies flush against one another, and his arm wrapped around my waist as he gripped a handful of my hair with his hand, keeping my head tilted back. “Trust is amazingly slippery to capture.” His forehead fell against mine, his eyes almost glowing they shone so bright. “But who better to have trust and respect for than someone you already love, someone who you would never want to hurt and who wouldn’t want to hurt you.” His nose brushed mine. “A best friend.”

My grin just wouldn’t die. “Exactly.”

Ezra’s chest expanded heavily, and he nodded, our foreheads rubbing. “We can do this.”

“Hell yes, we can.” I laughed, pulling his lips against mine. “Now, kiss me.”

He chuckled, his lips curling against mine and rumbling, “Say please.”

I gently nipped his bottom lip, and then added, “Please?”

His Vampire growled.

My snicker deepened as I nipped his lip again. “Please…
baby
?” His Vampire was awfully picky.

That was what it took for him to press harder against my lips, his mouth demanding open-mouthed attention. My own hands went to his hair, not caring if I mussed it, grabbing handfuls and holding him just as close as he was me. His scent enveloped my senses, spiced and heated, his taste just as delicious as our tongues gliding against each other’s.

Clinging to him, pulling him harder against me, my wolf and I were in complete agreement, growling possessively, “
Mine.
”

Ezra’s mouth curled against my own as he tilted his head the other way. “Yes, I’m yours.” His lips stroked mine in clear ownership, just as I heard his Vampire growl deeply. “
And you’re mine.”

I whimpered, nodding, as I began literally climbing up his body to wrap my legs around his waist. “Yes, baby…I’m all yours.” God, he felt so damn wonderful.
And he was all
mine
.

A profound groan vibrated his chest as his mouth’s caresses changed, both of us starving for one another…and his cell phone rang. We didn’t hear it at first, but eventually I mumbled, “Phone, Ezra.” That was about all the attention I was going to give the annoying thing right now when I had a hungry Vampire starting to unzip my dress, his mouth sucking hard at my neck. “Fuck, baby.” Suddenly, my back hit the mattress and my dress was lowered around my waist, Ezra’s warmth over me. A soft cry left my lips as his blunt teeth latched onto my nipple.

He growled softly, his hands palming my sensitive swelling breasts as I arched for him. And his damn cell phone rang again. A sound of irritation emanated from his throat, and one hand left my breast. He pulled his cell out of his pocket, flipped it open, and growled, “I’m busy.” He snapped it shut, throwing it on the bed next to us.

Dilated, green eyes stared down at me, and he purred, “I love this outfit, sweetheart.” I moaned as his hands slid up my thighs, raking the short skirt up over my hips so it bunched in the middle and bared me completely to him, wrapped only in my red fur coat and with my gun strapped on my thigh. His lids drooped even as he began undoing his belt. “I don’t have enough time to show you just how much I truly appreciate this fucking outfit.” His panting was enough for me as he stared. His eyes flittered to mine, then darted back down as I blatantly spread my legs for him. His breathing hitched, hands hastily undoing his pants. “Christ, sweetheart.”

My core was aching for him, and I tilted my hips up, moaning, “Baby…hurry.”

“God, yes,” he moaned, and his hands blurred, finishing undoing his pants.

His phone rang again, but we ignored it as I yanked him down on me. He was right. We didn’t have a lot of time. Really, we had no time…but we were carving out a little slice for this. Quickie or no, I was going to have him in me.

Grabbing his cock, I placed him at my core’s entrance. “Now…please…now, Ezra.”

His tongue slid over my lips. “Hush.” Hot hands gripped my hips. “I’ve got you, sweetheart.”

And he thrust.

Crying out against his mouth, I hurriedly finished pushing his pants down his hips so I could grab his ass, skin on skin, digging my nails in. Over me, Ezra’s nostrils were flared, his jaw clenching, face fierce in pleasured desire. Both of our predators began growling, the sounds of utter possessiveness, as he thrust twice more, filling me completely. Perfectly. Our bodies were as if they were made for one another.

“
Mine
,” man and Vampire demanded, punctuating his claim by driving his hips against me.

My body shook under him, wolf riding my voice hard. “
Yours.
” But I gripped his ass hard, thrusting up my hips just as fiercely as he was dominating me. “
Mine.
”
He was fucking mine.

His Vampire purred, the sound loud and intimate, and green eyes met mine, full of desire and possessiveness. “
Fucking yours, sweetheart. All yours.”

A soft sigh escaped — I loved hearing him say it — but it was quickly overtaken a moment later when I screamed his name in pleasure as he began driving his cock into my slick channel, the rhythm severe.

Pleasure.

Control.

Completion.

Bent upon those three things, our shouts and groans echoed around us as we rolled, and I lifted over him, riding him hard. He cried out, his grip on my hips bruising as he lifted his hips, slamming his cock up into me, giving no quarter even when I was setting the tempo. Muscles beginning to tremble with the fire raging inside me, I arched, grinding against him as my head tipped back in pleasure. I heard him groan, his body shuddering under me as I rocked my hips back and forth, keeping him snug inside while my channel gripped him tight, and my whole frame froze as the flames exploded inside me, the climax exhilarating.

Even as my mouth flew open, his name on my lips, Ezra flipped us and started pounding into me. Able only to hang on and enjoy the ride, I limply grabbed his forearms while he gripped both of my legs under the knees, pressing them up and out, opening me for his onslaught of frantic thrusts. Mind rolling in ecstasy, my body quaking, I stared up at him, breathing, “
Ezra…
”

He grunted, groaning in reply, meeting my gaze as he stilled above me, his breathing hitching. Joltingly, he hammered into me once more, my body bowing he filled me so deeply, and throatily he growled, “
Sweetheart
.” His frame jerked over me, trembling, as his cock jumped inside me, hot cum pulsing deeply. His growl continued to rumble inside his chest as he quivered, staring down at me, his expression of pained joy. Bit by bit, he lowered, staring me in the eyes the entire way, until his face hovered directly over mine.

Softly, he bit my bottom lip.

I was fucking his.

Gently, I lifted a shaky hand, placing it against his throat.

And he was fucking mine.

“Hurry up,” I mumbled, quickly stepping out of the shower. I stopped and smacked his ass…’cause I wanted to. “We’re already late.” From the caller ID on his cell, it had been his dad calling consistently. But we hadn’t been able to go back outside smelling as we had, both of us reeking of sex and each other. So a quick shower had been needed for us both, but Ezra hadn’t jumped in immediately and was taking longer than me.

A blurred hand reached out from the shower, smacking my ass right back. “I’ll be out in a minute.” He peeked around the corner of the shower, grinning like an imp. “I set an outfit for you on the bed.” His grin only grew. “I used the mirror.”

My eyes narrowed even though I was smiling. Swiftly wrapping a towel around myself, I scurried out of the bathroom. The jeans I had shown to Jack this morning were on the bed along with a soft white t-shirt. The shirt was new. Picking it up, I read the writing on it.

The front read across the breasts:
Look and Die.

The back read:
Property of Zeller.

I chuckled, tossing it on the bed, and lifted his thermal he had thrown on the ground. I quickly used the mirror, making my own shirt for him, two hoodies — one in my size and one in his — and a black knit hat for him since he wouldn’t have time to spike his hair. I swear the man took longer than me getting ready. He hadn’t put any socks or underwear out so I pulled some out of my dresser — my animated frog set and my bright rainbow knee-high socks that formed around each of my toes — which I loved.

I barely got them on before a pounding came at my door. Sighing in exasperation, knowing we were seriously late, I threw the towel around me — not forgetting this time I only had undies and socks on — and hustled to the door, fully expecting it to be Elder — it was weird thinking of him that way — Kincaid. But throwing open the door, keeping my hand firmly on the door handle, I froze…a little nervous laugh escaping.

It wasn’t Elder Kincaid.

It was Antonio.

With Cahal directly next to him.

As Cahal surveyed my person with a raised eyebrow — dripping hair, towel, and multicolored toe socks — Antonio scowled, glancing at his watch and stating, “You were supposed to be outside a half-hour ago.”

Clearing my throat, I ignored how Cahal’s eyes began darting all around the ‘spelled room’ he could see. “Well, you know…um…fifteen minutes was a little ridiculous.”

“Pearl and Jack made it outside on time,” he groused, finally taking in my half ready state of dress before searching the room with his own gaze, able to see what was actually there. Luckily, neither mentioned the little singing frogs on my bra straps. He tilted his head at Cahal. “He’s looking for Ezra. Any clue where he’s at?”

Ah, Cahal knew we shared a room now. “Nope. No clue.” One day I was going to burn in hell.

And…from the sound of it…Ezra chose that exact moment to exit the bathroom around the corner. My lips pinched as I heard the door bang open, and I heard him say, sounding playful, “Sweetheart…what did you think of the shirt?” Antonio’s eyes flew to me, and a second later when he couldn’t see me, I heard Ezra shout, sounding damn frantic, “
Lily?
”

Not even a breath later, Antonio’s eyes flew over my head, and I knew Ezra was in view. I swiftly started to shut the door, saying, “I’ll be out shortly—” My voice and the damn door stopped abruptly as Cahal slammed a hand against it.

He blurred, shoving it back open…and taking a step into the room.

Even though I was pushed back, instinct had me grabbing his arm when the whirlwind took him for a ride and made him stumble. His eyes flew wide, startled, as he glanced all about, quickly scanning everything he could see, then, when he more than likely saw no threats, his gaze instantly turned to my hand on him. Laughing nervously, I quickly released him. Patted his arm a few times. “That first step’s a doozy.”

He stared at me.

Well, alright then.

I turned to Antonio, holding the door open. “Might as well come on in.” My voice was only slightly odd.

Antonio sighed heavily, stepping inside without any balancing issues and shutting the door.

I waved at the couch, ignoring the fact they could see a rumpled-as-hell bed, me in my half-dressed stage and, from the corner of my eye, Ezra still dripping wet with only a towel around his waist. “Why don’t you two have a seat while we finish getting ready.” It wasn’t really a question, but I nodded as if they had agreed and turned, walking toward Ezra and where our clothes were lying on the bed. “We’ll be quick.” And yes, I was booking it away from them.

Ezra’s face was blank as he surveyed them over my head. “We won’t take long.” He waited until I was past him before he turned and walked directly behind me, leaning over me as we grabbed our clothes from the bed. I peeked around the corner as Ezra grabbed socks and underwear from his dresser, and saw, amazingly, that Cahal and Antonio had sat down on the brown love seat and black couch. Antonio was rubbing one of his temples, while Cahal slowly scrutinized every aspect of the room he could see. If he stayed there the only aspects of Pearl and Jack he would notice would be the beanbag and chair, which weren’t damning, only a debatably bad fashion choice.

Ezra and I practically raced each other inside the bathroom, fumbling and jumping at times, to get dressed. Hair still wet, I quickly pulled it back into low pigtails on the back of my head. Smiling anxiously, I put my white horn-rimmed glasses on. “Thank you for the shirt.” I actually liked it.

Ezra’s chest heaved and he ran a hand over his face as he glanced at the closed door. “You’re welcome.” He quickly bent, giving me a swift peck. “I’m sorry, sweetheart.” He shook his head, throwing on his shirt, which he hadn’t really glanced at. “My dad can be an ass.”

Oh, no problem. Cahal had just barged into our sanctuary. Without an invite. “All dads can be an ass. Antonio sure as hell isn’t perfect.” I gave him a quick peck in return, and then grabbed my boots. “We better get back out there.”

He nodded, pulling the black knit cap over his head, an inch of his brown hair sticking out beneath the edges. Added his silver glasses. I couldn’t help but stare.
My God.
He still looked like a cover model. “You’re fucking gorgeous.” I just kind of blurted it out.

His slow smile was genuine, his green eyes sparkling behind his glasses. “You think so?” He tugged one of my pigtails. “Because you see,” he bent, his teeth beginning to nibble at my bottom lip as he tugged me closer, rumbling deeply, “I happen to think you’re perfect.” A harder kiss. “Hot.” Another nibble. “Sexy.” A gentle caress. “Cute.” Hands cupped my cheeks. “Beautiful.” Lips hovered over mine, making me pant. “All rolled into one perfect woman.” He grinned naughtily. “My woman.” Softly, his mouth landed on mine, our tongues meeting gently.