Page 128 of The Hunger
It only made me laugh, grab a piece of baklava dripping with honey, and lick that, too. The ground trembled beneath my feet, and the cakes changed slightly. The baklava disappeared, replaced by spice cake with whipped frosting. Just enough to drag my tongue through.
“Everyone should play with their food like you do.” The forest groaned, a sign that I’d played enough.
Still licking the frosting, I forced myself to wake up. Fenris hovered above me, braced on his forearms. I’d managed to push his shirt up to caress his skin while I’d been nibbling and licking his throat. I felt no embarrassment this time, discovering we were in the same position Mom had once found us. There was only worry.
“What time is it?” I asked.
“Just after midnight.”
“Fenris, that was one of the best dreams I’ve ever had, but how much trouble are you going to be in for sneaking away? Your dad is going to track you here.”
“Don’t talk. More tongue and teeth. Lots of teeth, please.”
I nipped his collarbone through his shirt, and he made a pained sound.
“Wrap your legs around my waist.”
“First, answer the question.”
A frustrated groan escaped him before he set his forehead against mine.
“I came here with Dad. Megan’s back with news about the Kraken. She sent me to wake you up.”
“Fenris!”
“No, don’t move. That’s only going to make things worse. Lie still and talk dirty to me.”
“That’s not going to help.”
“Of course it is. Rancid pickles, moldy dishrags, Old Fitzer’s outhouse…every single one of those smells is a mood killer for me.”
He lifted his head to focus on me and quirked a grin. “Or were you thinking of the other kind of dirty?”
I rolled my eyes and gave his chest a shove.
“Gods know how long you’ve already been in here. Move, Fenris. We’re still going to get in trouble.”
He reluctantly got off of me, and I ignored his lower half as I threw back the covers.
“Don’t bother changing,” Fenris said. “You look cute and innocent in that. Better to catch them off guard.”
I made a face but took his advice and placed my hand in his. His sense of devotion and pure joy exploded around us. Ignoring that, I walked down the hall at his side.
“You made the girls’ year by letting them stay,” he said with a nod toward the closed game room door.
“Eugene’s too, probably, since he’s in with Kelsey and Zoe.”
Fenris grinned at me.
Megan’s voice drifted down the hall.
“No, we’ll wait. I want Eliana here, too.”
“We both know he’s doing more than waking her. You’re playing a game with people’s lives, Megan,” Raiden said.
Her derisive laugh wasn’t unexpected.
“All Adira does is play with lives. You never bitched about it before.”
