Page 95 of Witch Untold
Leif leaned over me, crimson locks falling forward to brush his cheekbones. He stroked my cheek. “It’s going to be okay.”
I ran my hands through his silken hair and his eyes fluttered closed for a moment. “I love your hair.” I sank my other hand into his locks too, marveling at the texture.
He shifted so his torso hung over mine. “And I love everything about you.” He kissed my nose, then the corners of my mouth, before brushing his lips over mine in a butterfly kiss that made my heart flutter. He pulled back. “Best not start something I can’t finish right now.” He looked wistful.
The memory of my intimate time with both Tor and Leif filled my mind, making my heart race.
Leif chuckled. “Soon.” He kissed my jaw and neck. “I’ll speak to Rune about giving us the room.” He kissed the hollow between my collarbones. “We just need to be considerate.”
His hand was traveling across my hip toward my pubic bone, fingers running along the edge of my underwear, and my thoughts tangled and melted into insignificance.
He planted kisses down my body, slipping under the duvet, his lips warm through the thin fabric of my sleep vest. I clutched at his hair as his mouth reached the apex of my thighs, breath hot through cotton as he hovered there.
“Leif, we can’t.” I tugged at him, urging him up.
But he resisted, kissing through the fabric of my pants.
“Leif…”
He kissed me again before peeling my panties to the side and licking me.
“Shit, Leif, what happened to not starting what you can’t finish?”
“But you taste so fucking good.” He flicked me with his tongue again and my hips tilted in response.
Footsteps up the stairs.
“Leif. Stop. The guys are coming.”
He gave me one final deep lick with the flat of his tongue and then rolled off me, leaving me aching and incomplete.
The door opened and Tor entered carrying a tray with mugs of hot chocolate.
Rune padded in after him.
“You wanna watch a movie in bed?” Tor asked.
I knew this tactic. Put the distressed person’s mind elsewhere. I’d used it on Fee enough times. Wait, was that what Leif had done? If so, it had totally worked.
“Cora?” Leif prompted. “You want to watch a movie?”
I cleared my throat. “Sure.”
Tor set the tray on the bedside table and padded over to the TV and our selection of DVDs.
His ass looked ripe and juicy in his snug black boxers. Now that was a distraction.
“Suggestions?” Tor asked.
Leif sat up against the headboard. “What about—"
Not The Notebook again, Rune cut in.Please. He leapt onto the bed and settled across the bottom, his hazel eyes fixed on Leif.I don’t think I can handle all your sobbing tonight.
Leif pouted, leaving me with the urge to suck on his bottom lip. “Hey, it’s an emotional movie.”
“What aboutLord of the Rings?” Tor suggested.
Classic,Rune agreed.
