Page 30 of V for Vengeance

Wait, does she have fangs? Is she actually biting me right now?

If I were honest, I didn’t care. All I could focus on was how good it felt and how everything she did was different than anything anyone had ever done to me. Just like she promised, she knew exactly where to touch, and she never hesitated.

Her thumb circled my clit and her fingers moved and curved at just the right angle. It left me desperate to keep my voice locked down and not scream over the sensation slamming into my hips with every thrust of her hand.

I wrapped an arm around her shoulders, clinging to her and groaning her name again because what she did was something words couldn’t express.

“I can’t—” I whispered, heat rolling over my body in waves. My orgasm edged closer. I was terrified I wouldn’t be able to stayquiet when it happened. It was a new kind of pleasure, and I wasn’t sure I could keep it to myself.

I swiveled my hips, chasing sensation, but Jo held my waist to the bed. She kept me still. Chasing the line of my stomach with her tongue, her hand covered my mouth again so I wouldn’t give us away. Belly contracting, I desperately fought to keep up with the swiftness of her movements, but everything she did was lightning quick to my slow-to-follow brain.

Kissing my lower stomach, Jo lifted her amber gaze and looked at me for permission. “May I?”

After she removed her hand, I blinked at her, confused. “I—”

She licked my stomach, teasing close to where her fingers had been only a second ago. “I want to taste you, but you’ll have to keep quiet because that arrogant asshole just got back. He’s in the other room on the phone. He might be distracted, but he’ll hear you if you get any louder than this.”

Phillip.

Guilt hit my chest, but Jo shut it down with another look. “You’re allowed to enjoy it, V. Don’t overthink it. Trust me with this, and I’ll take care of you.”

Holy hell, and I wanted to. I was already soaking wet and on the edge of a much-needed orgasm after all the tension that had been building up between us since our first kiss. Everything inside was alive and on fire. The thrum of my pulse was in my ears. I was so close to release. I fucking needed it. It’d been a while since I’d been tempted to forget everything just for a taste of euphoria.

Fuck.

Honestly, I was so damn turned on by the idea of having her between my legs, tasting me, letting her tongue dive into my warmest parts to do things I’d only been able to dream about until now. All while the others were a room away…

I’d nearly answered yes the second she asked. But could I give in? Could I let this go farther than it had already?

Jo kissed where my hipbone protruded before licking just beneath my belly button. “We can stop here, but I’m really hoping you’ll say yes, V.”

My thighs quivered as I got to my elbows. Jo watched me, looking unsure for the first time. It nearly took the words right out of my mouth to see her show anything other than confidence, but it only reaffirmed my answer.

“I want you, too,” I finally whispered, dragging the woman up my body and kissing her hard enough to express just how much.

Her lips dragged across mine and devoured them before her head jerked up. A dagger shot out of her hand and hit the door.

Cash’s screeching voice echoed behind it. “Why the bleeding fuck are you throwing daggers this early into the day, woman?!” Another dagger hit the door when he tried to open it again, and his voice was a little less aggressive this time. “I’m not opening it! My hands are in the air, you terrifying woman. But I’m not leaving no matter how many daggers you throw. I have business with V, so you can just finish whatever it is you birds do in a room alone and then get out of my way.”

My heart was attempting to make a break for it, the mere thought that we were moments away from being found out hitting with every thud. It was worse because I hadn’t heard him. I should’ve. I was a goddamn Hunter.

But Jo was cool, calm, and collected. The femme fatale only seemed bothered that we were interrupted and not that we’d beenthisclose to being found out. Or maybe she wasn’t worried about being found out. She was a ghost. Who knew what tricks she had up her sleeve for remaining undetected. Of course, that’d mean he’d see me looking like I was getting myself off, and that was somehow worse than being found with the gorgeous Fae eating me out.

Her eyes flicked back over to me before she dropped a kiss on my mouth and helped me fix my shirt and pants. “To be continued. You have me curious, V, and I’m eager to see what this becomes between us.”

I stared at her, flabbergasted.

Cash continued to angrily rant on the other side of the door. Mostly about how Jo needed to use her words, not her weapons. If I hadn’t been so caught up in the other woman’s stare, I would’ve laughed about the irony of it all.

“You want to do this again?” I asked her, more because I was scared she was put off by something I did but also because I wanted to do this again, and the idea of it stopping here worried me more than being discovered by the Fae Karen.

“You’d better be ready, babe. When I want something, nothing stops me. Not even that scary jerk you let into your bed. Or some prissy, good-looking gentleman with an accent, pretty words, and a big ol’ cock. Because, let’s face it, they don’t stand a chance against me. I offer something they can’t.”

Something they can’t?

I should’ve asked, but I was a little slow to speech, and I didn’t want Cash to have any more reason to get destroyed by the sultry Fae who kissed like she wanted to steal my soul.

Wiping her mouth pointedly and giving me a cute wink, Jo got to her feet and headed over to the door. I was just out of eyeshot of the shrieking Karen on the other side of the room as she pushed her way into the hallway and dragged him away by his ear, his angry but scared outcry the entire reason I knew she had.

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