Gypsy Freak (All The Pretty Monsters #2)(12)

He pulls back and thrusts in harder this time, rolling his hips at just the right second, and I know the sounds I make this time are really embarrassing, because he tears his lips away from mine and the sound escapes.

It only seems to fuel him, and he grows more aggressive as my hands slide up and into his hair, feeling the soft strands as he continues to drive me up on the bed with each perfectly executed thrust.

I feel like I’ve missed out on a lot in life in this moment, because I didn’t know sex could be quite so invigoratingly mind-blowing.

His lips work down my throat as my head falls back, and pleasure crackles. Little sparks of electrical currents explode across my body.

Some garbled and probably unsexy sound comes out of me, and his thrusts grow more urgent and greedy when he likely feels what he’s just ignited.

His lips crash back on mine as he chases his own release, roughly anchoring me in place as his hips piston.

My eyes roll back in my head when I somehow stumble across a second, less mind-blowing-but-still-toe-curling orgasm. It’s what sends him over the edge, because he releases such a content, gravelly sound as his lips slip off mine.

His eyes are closed when he drops his forehead to mine, breathing heavily as his body slightly trembles. I’m not sure why I’m smiling like I accomplished something, considering he did all the work.

It takes a few more seconds for me to start feeling awkward about having sex with a known monster-slaying immortal gypsy on a whim.

He gives another lazy roll of his hips, hissing out a breath when another little tremor causes him to shudder, and I reflexively roll my hips to meet his. He groans and thrusts once more, and then holds still again.

I guess it takes a while to…recover after however long it’s been since he last had sex, but I really like getting to watch all the agonized pleasure on his face, since his eyes remained closed. It’s like it feels so good that it’s actually painful to him, and I’m riveted by the sight.

After a few breaths of silence, his eyes open and he leans back, his gaze flicking over my face like he’s searching for something. Apparently he finds whatever it is, because instead of the awkward disentangling I expect, his lips come back down on mine, hungrily kissing me like he wants more.

I kiss him back, since I’m back to being stupid for a minute and enjoying the way it feels to simply be with someone.

A loud pounding at the door tries to interrupt us as he rocks his hips like he’s urging his lower body to hurry up and get ready again, while kissing me with all he has, as if he wants to keep me in the moment until he’s ready for another round.

The knocking grows more insistent, just as something loud crashes outside. Vance groans while tearing his lips away once more, and shouts toward the door.

“What the fucking hell is going on?”

“Sorry, sir, but they’re tearing down the front gate, and they have the paperwork to do so.”

Now it’s awkward again, because he’s still semi-hard and inside me, while talking to Margie through the door.

“What?” he asks incredulously.

“I’m afraid Damien Morpheous is reclaiming his house, sir. I’ve been arguing at the front door for the past hour or so, but I’m afraid I can’t hold them off any longer.”

“Remind them there’s still exactly twenty days left on the contract,” he snaps, lifting off and pulling out of me in one smooth motion.

He walks naked toward the robe next to the bed.

He turns and gestures for me to pull the sheet up, and I do, since I’m worried he’s about to open the door. Instead, he just finishes tying his robe and glares around the room.

“I’ve told them exactly that. There was a clause in the contract that states this is the exact day,” Margie goes on.

His jaw grinds. “You said this argument has gone on for an hour?”

“Possibly longer,” she says uneasily.

“Give me a minute.”

I sit up and look around the room too, mimicking him as a chill slithers up my spine.

“Booze and sex dull the senses,” Vance states so quietly to himself I almost don’t hear it.

His eyes scour the room more, making me paranoid.

“Show yourself, Damien,” he says with a hard set to his jaw.

I swallow thickly when the bed dips next to me and Damien simply appears, his body a mere foot from mine. His legs are leisurely crossed at the ankles, and his arms come up and settle behind his head as he grins over at Vance.

“You surprise me, Sir Vancelot. I didn’t think you had it in you to fuck a Portocale. Especially when you droned on in your reminders to Emit and I that she’s forbidden. Does she know our history with her family yet?” Damien asks, eyes on just Vance.

I look between them, feeling like I’m caught in the middle of something between them that doesn’t involve me.

Great. Just when I was enjoying a moment where things almost made sense…





Chapter 6





VIOLET


Wrapping up in the sheet a little better, I try to sit up, but the sheet falls down my back, because I can feel every inch of exposed skin.

Damien reaches over and pulls the sheet back up for me, his face inches from mine, even as he continues to stare at Vance.

“No,” is all Vance says to Damien, but I’m more focused on the fact Damien just watched us have sex.