Page 77 of Witch Undecided
I turned away and shoved open the door. “Now if you’re done coming on to me, maybe we can get some sleep?”
Her chuckle followed me into the east wing. It was going to be a long night.
Sloane double-checkedthe wards before stripping down to her panties and vest and climbing into bed. Her body was lean and toned. She obviously worked out. I noted the symbols tattooed across her upper back and shoulders.
“Runes?” I pointed at her ink.
She craned her neck to look over her shoulder as if seeing them for the first time.
“Ah, shit. Yeah, a little shield to stop unwanted siphoning and possession. We considered these for you and your Jasper problem, but they’re proactive, not reactive, and Jasper was already bonded to you. The amulet was the best bet. Silent sister work.”
I touched it absently. “The sisters made this.”
“Yeah.” She pulled back the covers. “Elijah argued that as a potential we needed to make sure you were taken care of. Anna wasn’t too keen, though, but hell, it’s just as well she went along with it.”
She lay on her back with her arm tucked behind her head, staring at the ceiling.
“I don’t bite, Cora. Not unless you want me to.”
I pulled my sleep shorts and tee from my bag. I should change in the bathroom, but the wicked side of me reared up, wanting to give her a taste of her own medicine. I peeled off my top and her gaze zeroed in on me, body going still.
I reached for the clasp of my bra and her mouth parted expectantly. Pulse thudding in my throat, I fixed a smirk on my face before turning my back on her, unhooking the bra, and sliding it off. I pulled on the sleep tee, then turned to find her standing a foot behind me.
My heart slammed into my ribcage as her electric-blue eyes bore into me. Her fingers brushed the strip of exposed skin between the hem of my tee and my jeggings. My breath stuck in my throat as she hooked her thumbs into the waistband of my jeggings and peeled them over my hips and down my thighs, dropping to her knees so her head was level with my groin. Her warm breath filtered through the thin material of my panties, touching skin and promising a delicious invasion.
Oh fuck.
Her hands slid up my calves and stopped at my upper thighs, fingers pinching as if she was about to urge them apart. I sucked in a sharp breath, unable to fight the urge to tilt my hips toward her mouth. Unable to fight the heat of arousal spiraling at my core.
Sloane slid her hands up a little more, thumbs brushing the juncture of my thighs, and then stood and locked gazes with me. “Word of advice, Cora. If we play the teasing game, you’re gonna lose. Every. Fucking. Time.”
Thankgoodness for large beds and thank goodness for Wren. He joined us a few minutes after we got into bed and settled between us. Perfect barrier, not that anything would happen between Sloane and me. She’d made that clear, and I wasn’t about to tease her again, because my pulse wouldn’t be able to take the consequences.
Wren smelled of cocoa and chocolate.
“He’s adorable,” Sloane whispered.
“Yeah, he is. Do you know much about mogwai?”
“No. But I’m pretty sure Conah will. Get some sleep, Cora. We can train some more tomorrow if you like.”
“Yeah.” I snuggled into Wren, closed my eyes, and opened them what felt like minutes later to the sound of Sloane’s soft snores, but my body was in alert mode. Something had woken me. My body was covered in goosebumps and the air felt lighter, like there wasn’t enough oxygen. I breathed shallowly, scanning the room. My gaze tracked to the wardrobe sitting snug against the wall like a shadowy, hulking beast, then my heart stalled as a shadow detached itself from it.
Fuck, there was something in the room with us.
