My tongue bumps along the ridges on the roof of her mouth, then I cup a full breast in my hand, squeezing and kneading it through her shirt. “Remind me to fuck these tits again soon.” The muscles in my neck tighten as my demonic senses pick up a loathsome sound in the hallway.
No. Nothing will stop me from drawing as much pleasure as I can from her.
I throw all of myself into our kiss, gripping our bond and stroking a claw down its length with every caress of my lips, while willing the tenacious annoyance away from our location.
I continue kissing Evie as I cup her ass, stride to the pool table, lower her onto the Kelly green felt, then follow her down. My forearms slide against the soft fabric as I crawl up her body and spread her thighs with my knees. Evie moans beneath me, the scent of her arousal-soaked pussy clouding my thoughts. Cringe worthy wing beats cleave through the haze of desire, stroking my body and mind with flame coated fingers. I should’ve known better than to wish for her familiar to leave us be.
Fucking foolish.
Evie squirms, pool balls clacking as she tries to get up, but I trap her to the table with my hips. My exposed neck zings with slight pain as Gomez’s fangs puncture the skin. “Godsdamn bat,” I hiss. Disentangling my fingers from Evie’s hair, I blindly swat away Fluffy Fucker. He screeches, his wings displacing the air as he flies away from us.
He's gotten even worse with his constant interruptions. I thought his behavior was intolerable before, but now he's a horrible nuisance that will never disappear.
Evie smiles against my lips as I exhale sharply through my nose, then twists her face away from mine, our cheeks pressing together as we seek out the annoying fucker.
Gomez hovers about two feet away, his beady little eyes narrowed with distrust. They flick to Evie, and I swear to fuck the bat smiles, two tiny fangs peeking past his lips. Evie laughs, then curls her arms around my sides.
I glare hellfire at the cute little shit and my shadows rise around him threateningly. Squeezing Evie’s cheeks with a tattooed hand, I twist her face back to mine, then move to claim her lips. The soft pads of my little witch's fingers press against my puckered lips.
“We can’t make out in front of him,” Evie whispers.
I growl, then climb off the pool table and cross my arms. My growl rumbles throughout the room as Evie sets her clothes to rights, swivels her ass on the felt, and jumps to the hardwood floor. “What the fuck does he want?”
Her head tilts to the side as if listening or rather, sorting through the bat’s emotions, then glances from me to her familiar. Her shoulders fall. “He doesn't trust you.”
My nostrils flare, then I spear Gomez with a poisonous glare. “I have done nothing but care for our witch.” I jab a finger into the air between us and the bat flinches.
Shit.
It’s not like I would actually harm the creature.
Wait… What the fuck am I thinking?
My fingers curl into tight fists. “Every time you interrupt us is less enchanting than the last,” I growl. “It. Will. Cease.”
Gomez chirps, then flies to Evie’s shoulder and snuggles against her. Her fingers sink into his fluffy fur and for a moment something ugly pierces my brain.
Those fingers should be wrapped around my cock right now, not giving him godsdamn belly scratches.
My eyelid twitches again and my growl increases in volume as a realization stuns me.
I'm jealous of a fucking bat.
I exhale sharply, stabbing a hand through my hair.
Absolutely ridiculous.
“I don’t think blueberries will solve this one,” Evie jokes, the corners of her kiss swollen lips twitching.
I glare at her, then rub the skin of my eyelid, attempting to stop the skin from fluttering inconveniently. “Very cute, Witch, but I’m serious.” A headache throbs into existence over my left eye.
“What if you got him a present? Gomey loves them,” Evie ponders and scrunches her lips to the side.
“A present… for a bat.”
“I honestly think it could work. Rosa is always getting him little treats and gifts, and he loves her,” Evie elaborates. Her fingers scoop Gomez up under his wings, cuddling him to her chest in a hug. I scoff, striding to the opposite side of the pool table. It’s better to have distance between us before I snap his fragile fucking neck. “Gomey, can you go find Rosa? I’m sure she can find you a yummy treat to nibble on,” she coos, then kisses him on the nose. Gomez chirps once, glares at me, then flies through the doorway.
“I think you both are jealous of each other,” Evie says, her eyes twinkling with humor.