King Cave (Page 63)

“Hmm?” His tongue dipped into the hollow of my throat, lapping the moisture there.

Swallowing hard, my hands ran across his back and gripped his shoulder blades as I lifted my hips to meet his measured thrust. “Look at me.”

He rose on his elbows, face hovering over mine. Our gazes held, both our expressions of loving pleasure. My lids drooped a smidge as he tilted his hips and pressed into me at a different angle, his breath catching as he watched my reaction.

“Baby,” my voice was breathless, “we’re making,” I moaned softly, my body shuddering under his as our bodies met again, “love.”

His eyes crinkled, lips lifting, and his nose rubbed against mine. “Yes, we are.”

“It’s been a long time since I’ve done this.”

He brushed his lips across mine, his breaths falling against my cheeks. “Me, too.”

My eyes darted between his, seeing as how he wasn’t hiding his gaze. “I like it.”

His lips lifted against mine as we shared our air. “Same here.”

I swallowed hard, groaning, his in concert with mine. “I like it a lot.” My hands began sliding over his shoulders, feeling the way his back muscles flexed with his movement.

His chuckle was breathless. “Agreed. We should do it more often.” His head tilted, our lips gliding as our bodies were, before his tongue softly met mine, his mouth eating my whimper. His fingers threaded through my hair and cupped my head in a gentle hold, giving me access to slant my own head and deepen the kiss further. My hands slid to his perfect ass and gripped him firmly enough to feel the pull and play of his strength as our hips continued to meet, the friction purely sinful.

“Sweetheart,” he moaned, tangling his tongue with mine.

Suddenly, a few things happened at once in no particular order, except for the first, which was a startled, loud-ass banshee shriek sounding to my right and causing my mouth and Ezra’s to separate. Then it all sort of unfolded in a huge clusterfuck as we saw Jack and Pearl standing just inside the room, their wide gazes very much on us.

I screamed, sounding horribly like a girl.

Ezra’s fangs sliced out, his eyes flashing bright green.

Jack shouted, “Shit!”

Pearl shrieked like a banshee again.

The blanket somehow got thrown over us.

Jack threw his hands up, hollering, “We didn’t know!”

I was pretty sure I screamed again.

Ezra yelled, “A little privacy, goddamn it!”

Pearl and Jack literally slammed into each other as they jerked, trying to turn around, and both fell to the ground in a tangle of ungraceful limbs. Ezra and I blinked, watching Jack jump to his feet and yank Pearl up unceremoniously by an arm. He threw the door open, shoving her out, but paused, grousing over his shoulder, “Next time, give us some f**king warning.” A pause, then a deep huff of air. “We’re only going to be gone an hour. And change the damn sheets when you’re done.” He stepped out of the room, slamming the door shut behind him.

We both stared at the closed door for a full minute, our heartbeats gradually turning from frantic to a semblance of normal.

Ezra growled low, his predator sounding pissed off, and his gaze moved to mine. The man sound just as ticked as he asked, “Did that ruin the mood for you?”

Quietly, I chuckled, running my hands through his hair. “Not a chance. Plus, we don’t have to explain we’re having sex again to them.” His furious eyes slowly blinked, his expression beginning to clear, as I started gently pulling his face down to mine. Nibbling at him lush bottom lip, I whispered, “How about you?”

He shook his head, his gaze on my mouth. “It’ll take a hell of a lot more than that to break the mood for me, but,” his gaze lifted to mine and back down to my mouth, “you screamed.”

“Hmm,” I hummed, licking across his lip. “Didn’t like that, did you?”

Instant. “No.” His arched eyebrows were still together.

“How about this?” I lifted my hips, his c**k sliding a bit further into me, and he shuddered on top of me. “Do you like that?” That whole Conan metaphor earlier wasn’t really so off base. Ezra was definitely a man who didn’t like the woman who he cared about and was sleeping with to be frightened. It bothered him on a different level. He needed his mind taken off it in a different way, hence the grinding, our sensual powers flaring around us.

His eyes were closed, teeth gritted as he nodded joltingly. “You sure?”

“Ezra,” I arched against him, pressing my body to him tightly, “I want to make love.”

He muttered, “Thank you, Jesus.” Not a second later, his lips were on mine. And we did proceed to make slow love to one another, barely having time to change the sheets on the bed before Jack and Pearl returned.

Chapter Thirteen

Elder Merrick chuckled quietly, standing behind me as he taught me how to flip myself over him while also breaking his neck. Well, not really break his neck, but how the move was done for a surprise attack from behind, using only a smidge of my strength to carry me up and over him. This exercise was actually fun since he was the one who continually hit the mat. I had really enjoyed seeing his ass down there and not having the situation the other way around.

“What’s so funny?” I asked, wiping my forehead, which was sweating disgustingly.

“Your escort has returned from his absence,” he breathed against my ear, his finger traveling over my shoulder.

I brushed his hand away. “Stop that.” I turned my face to his. “What are you—” I stopped, sniffing the air. Ah. My eyes instantly hooded. Ezra. “We have plans to do brunch.”

Again with the whispered breath against my ear. “Is that what it’s called nowadays?”

I snorted before I could stop it, then quickly coughed. “Brunch, as in lots of plates full of yummy treats.” I paused, but quickly added, just in case he came up with something raunchy for that, “Food. Substance.” I slapped at his hand as it started to brush up my arm. “I’d rather see you on the mat than have you groping at me.” And yes, I said it loudly, just in case Ezra was listening. Although, I wasn’t quite sure why. “Let’s do this once more so I can go eat.”

Elder Merrick chuckled, sneaking in a quick kiss against my sweaty, disgusting neck — served him right — before he slapped my ass, saying, “Then do it.”

I rubbed my forehead. “You’re a pain in what you just inappropriately touched.”