Page 26 of Riot of Autumn

I’m panting hard, probably too loudly, but I can’t stop myself. Ezra crooks his fingers inside me, pressing down on my clit at the same time, and I fall apart. I bite my lip to hold back my moans as I come all over Ezra’s hand. I scrabble for a place to hold on to the wall, afraid I’m going to fall to my knees, but Ezra’s free arm hooks around my waist, holding me up.

I groan when the spasms relent, and Ezra pulls his hand from between my legs. I feel it snake between our bodies, and the jerking motion tells me exactly what Ezra’s doing behind me.

“Ruby. Shit.”

Ezra pushes my chest against the wall, pulling my hips toward him. My arms are stretched above me, and my back is arched. Ezra’s mouth drops to my shoulder, and he bites down. His breathing is ragged against my skin as he pulls my panties down and shoves my skirt up even higher. The sound of his hand jerking his cock is way fucking hotter than it should be. My pussy clenches at the noises he makes, and then I feel the heat of him coming all over my ass.

It’s so damn filthy that my insides throb with a phantom orgasm. I wish I could feel his teeth sinking into my skin instead of my damn shirt, and disappointment that we’re in this damn closet washes over me.

Neither one of us moves for a minute, our breathing out of control. My forehead is pressed against the wall and my legs feel like jelly. Ezra straightens up from where his big body is caging me in and his hand moves over my ass, like he’s rubbing his come into my skin.

I angle my head to look over my shoulder, not that I can see him in the dark of the closet. “What are you doing?”

There’s a rumbling sound from deep in Ezra’s chest as he keeps massaging my ass. Desire punches me in the stomach, making me moan.

“Marking my…” He stops abruptly. Speaking and rubbing me.

“Were you going to say territory? As in marking your territory?” I hiss at him, even though the thought has me feeling a little lightheaded.

Why do I like that idea so damn much?Because you’re damaged goods.I shake my thoughts away.

“Shit,” Ezra groans, using the bottom of his shirt to cleanhis territory,and then righting my clothes. “We need to get out of here.”

“Agreed.” Just as I’m about to push my way back through the coats and open the closet door to peek out, Ezra turns to me and cups my cheeks. He kisses me like he’s savoring this moment, locking the memory of it safe inside his mind. It’s slow and drugging and I’m a little dazed when he finally lifts his head.

“Let’s get out of here.”

10

EZRA

As quietly as possible, I open the closet door, listening for anyone nearby. The sounds of the party turned orgy filter in from the other room, but no one is in the hall. I grab Ruby’s hand and pull her behind me. She follows without comment, knowing as well as me that we don’t want to get caught here.

Which is why I’m convinced I’ve lost my goddamn mind. What the hell just happened in that closet? Besides making one of my longest running fantasies come true. I’ve been dreaming of kissing Ruby since we were kids. Did I think it would happen while hiding in some Fae fuck’s house? Not in a million years. In my imagination, I’d have all night with Ruby to convince her this could be damn good between us. Now I’m afraid she’s going to flip out or start ignoring me instead of talking about what we just did. How she just came all over my hand and it was the hottest thing I’ve ever done, just because it was with her.

Christ, now is not the time to be thinking about this.

Our steps are swift, but careful as we move down the hallway toward the front door. The old wood floor beneath our feet gives the odd squeak that I hope the music covers up. Sweat drips down my back and I wonder why the hell we thought this was a good idea. Not the closet. That was a fantastic fucking idea. Trying to spy on the Duke, though, was an epically bad idea. Why did Miri’s potion wear off so fast?

None of that is important enough to distract from getting the hell out of here. I nearly sigh with relief when I open the door and we step out onto the porch. What slips out instead is a curse. Ruby steps to my side and squeezes my hand when she spots Colton standing in front of the steps that lead to the driveway. His hands are stuffed into his tight as fuck jean pockets. Seraphina is there with him, along with four other people I don’t recognize. They’re unearthly attractive, so I’m going to guess they’re Fae.

“Isn’t this a delightful surprise.” Colton grins at Ruby, his eyes dancing all over her body like he’s picturing her naked. A low growl rumbles from my chest, pulling his gaze to me.

“That’s precious. Are you jealous? I doubt you know how to handle a spitfire like this.”

“And you think you do? At least I know when I’m out matched. You’re under the impression that Ruby would ever let you touch her.”

Colton’s nostrils flare. He slides a hand through his floppy hair and then tosses it when it falls back over his forehead.

“I think she’d love what I’d do to her. After I break her in a bit. She’s a bit mouthy for my tastes.”

I open my mouth to tell this fucker to eat shit and die, but Ruby pipes in. “I’d rather eat a glass hamburger and poop out my intestines in a screaming fit of pain than touch you.”

Colton blinks at Ruby, looking taken aback by her words. I can’t stop the laughter that bubbles up.

“Jesus, that’s a visual, Cube.”

Ruby makes an exasperated sound, and I frown at her. I mean, sure, we’re in some serious shit right now, but why is she giving me that face?

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