The Viper's Nest (Kit Davenport #4)(42)

Austin’s teeth nipped at my neck while my nails raked lines down his back. My legs locked around his waist, pulling him closer to me, and I gasped with ecstasy as his piercing scraped my g-spot with unwavering precision.

“Fucking hell, you drive me insane,” he moaned, trying to slow his rhythm, but my legs held him tight against me, allowing me some control of the speed with my own hip movements.

“The feeling is entirely mutual,” I replied, then employed a touch of my own speed and strength to flip our positions without sending us crashing to the floor. “Much better.”

Looking down at him flat on his back, I grinned. I hated the asshole, but I really did love him too. This was going to be fun.

“I’m okay with this,” he murmured, licking his lips and cupping my breasts in each hand as I rode his cock with determination. Within moments I was coming, grinding down on him hard and throwing my head back.

“Shit, baby girl. You’re the devil,” Austin moaned, grabbing onto my hips and following my climax within seconds as my cunt clenched and pulsed around him, dragging the orgasm out of him whether he was ready or not.

“Oh yeah,” he panted as I sat there on his still twitching dick, trying to catch my breath, “I could get used to this.”

A small, euphoric laugh bubbled out of me, and I looked around at the mess we’d made of the kitchen. The responsible thing to do would be to clean it up...

“Want to check out my room?” Austin offered up a much more attractive option. “Tyson is sleeping, so there won’t be any furry interruptions.”

Grinning, I stroked a finger down the tattoo on his arm that was his familiar’s resting place. “Hell yeah. Then later you can show me how to use your tattoo gun so you can pay up on our bet.”

Austin groaned painfully, but I silenced him with a long kiss.

“Fine,” he finally growled. “But you better not draw a cartoon dick, or there will be hell to pay.”





17





My foot tapped the floor impatiently while Austin explained to me again how his tattoo equipment worked.

“I get it, Aus.” I rolled my eyes and held up my wrist with the tiger lily tattoo. “Magical learning spell still active, remember?”

His lips pursed, and I was torn between wanting to flick him in the forehead again and wanting to kiss him. Damn, this new development was going to be confusing.

“Can you let me do it now?” I prompted, and he sighed heavily.

“Fine. I guess if you really fuck it up I can just erase it with magic.” His confidence in me was staggering. “All right, where is it going?”

I beamed. Silly, silly man. He had been so confident this far because he was already so covered in ink that one more little design would just get lost. But I had a better idea.

“Lie down,” I ordered, patting his bed, which we were sitting on the edge of. “On your front.”

Austin gave me a suspicious look but did as I asked, stretching out on the bed with his arms propped under his head, probably thinking I was putting it on his back.

Hopping up from where I had been sitting, I resituated myself to straddle the backs of his legs, then slipped my fingers under the waistband on his boxers to slide them down, exposing his totally uninked backside.

“Princess,” he growled. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?”

“Shush,” I replied, leaning over to his bedside table to grab the tattoo gun we had already prepared with black ink. “You lost our bet fair and square. Now just lie there and take it like a man.”

Finally I began to feel a bit of concern from him, and I snickered as I began the design I’d already mapped out in my head. We’d already established that I was no van Gogh, so Austin had used a washable marker to ink a small talent spell into my right hand which would give me enough artistic ability to pull off a half-decent tattoo.

Not that this needed Rembrandt-level artistry.

“Hey, Austin. Have you seen”—Caleb cut off as he opened the door and saw me straddling his half-naked brother and brandishing a tattoo gun—“Kit. Huh, guess it’s payback time, is it?”

“It sure is.” I grinned at him and winked. This had been his idea after all.

A wicked smile curved his lips as he sat against the headboard to watch.

“That’s a nice T-shirt you’re wearing, Kitty Kat,” the observant bastard commented, and I looked down at the vintage Guns N’ Roses concert T-shirt I had stolen from Austin’s drawer. It was long enough that it wasn’t totally obvious I had nothing else on. Not even underwear.

When I said he had done something magical to get them off me, he really had. Or maybe we just hadn’t looked hard enough before disappearing up here.

“Thanks,” I smirked back. “I think it really brings out my eyes.” I batted my lashes at him, and he gave me a knowing wink.

“Cal,” Austin muttered, “tell me what she’s drawing on my ass.”

Caleb leaned forward to peer at my half-completed design and snorted. “Nice one.”

“I thought so,” I preened, but neither one of us responded to Austin.

“Guys...” he groaned, and I slapped his other bare cheek.

“Just shut up so I can finish. We should probably go and clean up the kitchen too,” I pondered aloud while I continued on the tattoo. That magical learning spell was seriously coming in handy because my first attempt at a tattoo was turning out pretty damn great.