Dan’s cry rang in my ears, but it somehow sounded far away. “Brandilynn!”
Yelena’s speech grew louder, more intense, and the pain abruptly abated. Dan’s strong arms folded around me, and he drew me to my feet, clasping me hard to his chest. “What happened?” he yelled.
Yelena drew a shaking breath. “Someone was trying to take her away. A portal was opened to pull her to another location.”
“Where?” I asked, my voice raspy from spent emotion.
Yelena’s pretty face was pinched with anger. “I don’t know that. As for the who, my bet is the witch Erica Ford.”
Lana waved a hand in front of her nose. “Ew, it smells like a gator’s butt in here.”
Yelena stared at her. I didn’t know if it was from the shock of doing witchy battle or Lana’s lowbrow statement that made her look affronted.
Lana blushed. “You know, all marshy and green?” When Yelena continued to look at her as if she’d just picked her nose in public, Lana waved her off. “Nevermind. I’ll go get Tristan. He’ll want to know what’s going on.”
Lana bustled off. I burrowed against Dan, reeling from my near abduction.
My Marlboro Man held me tighter than ever. “Can you do anything to keep her safe?” he asked Yelena.
She nodded. “I’ll cast a protection spell and give Brandilynn the means to strengthen it if needed. She’ll be safest in a warded location like the library or hotel though.”
“Meet us at the library.” It was an order, not a request, letting me know how upset Dan was.
Relief washed over me when he took me to the safety of the library. Some forms of popularity are definitely not cool.
* * * *
A couple hours later, I was antsy and bored silly. Even Sudoku couldn’t keep my attention. After the emotional turmoil of the funeral and the attempted abduction, I just couldn’t stay still. The library, as vast as it was, closed in on me.
I needed a distraction bad. I knew of one way to keep my mind and body occupied. So I slunk up to the check-out desk where Dan read, wearing nothing but dangling hoop earrings, stiletto heels, and a hopeful smile.
“Whatcha reading?” I purred.
Dan glanced up as I approached, looked back down at his book, then jerked his head back up in the fastest double-take I’ve ever seen. Oh yeah. I still got it.
“Goddamn — I mean, good gosh, Brandilynn. Bored, baby?” His eyes were as big as dinner plates, and he set aside that book in record time.
“A little. A lot.” I rounded the desk and had a look at his lap. Dan’s not-so-little soldier saluted me admirably. He moved the chair back so I could sit on the edge of the desk in front of him. I planted an insanely high heel on each arm of his leather chair, giving him a clear view all the way to heaven.
His grin threatened to wrap around to the back of his head. “Let’s see what I can do to occupy your time.”
Dan slid the wheeled chair forward, his face exactly where I needed it to be. He took a nice, slow lick up my slit. My head rocked back and I groaned my pleasure to the ceiling. I was dizzy with pleasure as his tongue slid over my clit, bringing that nubbin to attention. Oh sir, yes sir.
Diligent Dan worked hard to catch every drop of honey I offered, flicking my clit from time to time to renew the supply. The air trembled with my whimpers and sighs as he delighted my secret flesh. That man owned a talented tongue, and I reaped the benefits of his cleverness for quite awhile before Dan got to his feet.
He was swollen like a battering ram fit to bash through the castle gates. “Hard and fast, baby,” he growled at me. “Get ready.”
I lay back on the desk and brought my legs up, hooking my ankles over his shoulders. His iron prod nudged my opening, and I forced myself to relax, readying for the onslaught.
It still hurt when Dan plunged in, his thickness threatening to split me apart. I was so wet though that he slid right on in without trouble. His hands grasped my shoulders, holding me still and making me take it as he shoved in and out. As so often happened with me, the intense sensation twisted itself into bliss, and I verged suddenly on climax.
I was so eager that Dan had only managed maybe half a dozen thrusts before I begged, “Please, may I come, please Sir, please, I gotta come!”
“Not yet,” he grunted, ramming even harder and faster. “Not yet, baby girl, just a minute, hold on.” He gasped, the strain on his face tightening his eyes and mouth. Dan looked like our loving provided more agony than ecstasy.
My womb glowed bright, the sensation tightening down to a pinpoint of white-hot light, condensing, spiraling tighter and tighter. “Please Sir, oh please, pleeease!”