The Viper's Nest (Kit Davenport #4)(4)



Austin had, quite literally, tattooed his name on my body.

“Oh, don’t you worry, I’ll get him back,” I promised. “I just haven’t thought of the appropriate revenge yet.”

Caleb chuckled, taking another kiss from my lips and sliding his fingers under the fabric at my hip. “Good. I have an idea for that... remind me later?”

“Uh huh,” I sighed, flushed with heat and excitement as his long fingers reached my aching groin and slid down to tease at my opening. “Later.”

Grasping his face, I turned his mouth back to mine, crushing a demanding kiss to his lips, silently urging him to quit messing around. My whole body was trembling with arousal, and the anticipation was fucking killing me. In the best possible way.

His own arousal was pressed hard against my inner thigh, just inches away from where I wanted it to be. Needed it to be.

“Caleb,” I gasped, my breath catching as his fingers slipped inside me, stroking at my inner walls then withdrawing to rub at my swollen clit, his fingers wet with my own lube.

“Mmm patience, Kitty Kat,” he teased as his fingers circled, flicked, and dipped, driving me into a damn frenzy.

“Cal, please,” I begged. “Please, I need you in me. Now.” My hips bucked, sliding me just a fraction closer to his naked erection.

Don’t get me wrong; I was all for long, drawn out play sessions and a huge advocate of foreplay. But in that moment, I just needed him.

“Dammit, Kitty Kat,” he muttered. “I can never seem to say no to you...” Withdrawing his fingers from me, he pulled the crotch of my black panties to the side and pressed the tip of his dick to my opening.

“Yes,” I hissed with satisfaction as he pushed inside me, ever so damn slowly. My walls were still tight from the lack of warm up, and he needed to work his way in carefully while my legs wrapped around his waist and pulled him closer.

“Fuck, yes,” I moaned as he gave up his slow entry and simply slammed the rest of the way home with a breathy grunt.

“Jesus fucking Christ, Kitty,” he swore, bracing himself above me. His arms thickly corded with muscle as he held himself in that push-up position with only our lower halves together. He looked down on me with heat in his gaze, and I bit my lip.

“How did I get so stupidly lucky?” he breathed, pulling back out halfway before burying deep back inside me.

“You?” I snickered in disbelief. “I think I’m the lucky one here.” My hands threaded up around his neck, pulling him down on top of me so I could feel him against my body. “Now shut up and fuck me.”

Caleb snorted a laugh, burying his face into the crook of my neck before replying, “Yes, ma’am.”

A grin of satisfaction spread across my face as Caleb obeyed, working my body with a ridiculous intuition of exactly what I wanted—making me just a little suspicious he might be able to read minds. Either way, I wasn’t complaining as he fucked me right up to the edge of an orgasm while the green glow of our borrowed Aurora Borealis lit the room.

Just as I relinquished control, letting myself slip into a toe-curling climax, a light breeze tugged my attention to the open bedroom door.

Heart racing, I forced my eyelids to stay open while my body shuddered and trembled, not once breaking the gaze of our intruder while I came. Hard. With his twin’s cock deep inside me.

Caleb’s own climax followed quickly after my own, while my pussy was still clenching and pulsing in the aftershocks of an incredible orgasm, and he groaned into my neck. My fingernails clasped at his well-muscled back, holding him tight against me as he came, and all the while his brother watched.

“Did you need something?” I panted the question to Austin, locking my ankles behind Caleb and holding him where he was. If Austin thought I would be blushing and grabbing for a sheet to cover up, he was sorely mistaken.

“A great many things, Princess,” the Ink Mage, and my first bonded guardian, responded drily. “But none of which I imagine you’re willing to provide.” What the hell did that mean? “Tyson sensed you were awake and has been practically clawing a hole in the carpet to get in here.”

Ignoring his weird statement, I looked past his sexy, tattooed ass and saw his tiger familiar crouched behind him, peering in at us. Or rather, at me.

Austin’s familiar had manifested when we bonded and was the first known familiar to have appeared to any mage in over a thousand years. He’d named the giant cat Tyson, after Mike Tyson—insert eye roll here—and the big lug had taken a serious liking to me.

“Hey, buddy,” I cooed to the big cat and was rewarded by a head dip that I knew was his way of saying hello. “Give me a few minutes, and we can go for a walk.”

“Make it ten,” Caleb added, shifting his weight onto one shoulder to look at his brother. “Kitty Kat might need a hand in the shower.”

“Make it five,” Austin snapped back, his hand curling into a fist by his side. “Unless you want my six hundred pound tiger joining you.”

Post-sex hormones made me giggle at that mental image, and I bit down on Caleb’s bicep when I sensed he was coiling for an argument with his brother.

“Five minutes then. Thank you, Austin. Don’t let the door hit you in the ass on the way out.” I snickered, my fingernails still digging into Caleb’s skin in warning.

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