heading to the wine rack.
He mixed salt into the flour and created a deep well before cracking eggs into it. The cork popped on the wine bottle as he used a fork to whisk the eggs and then unhurriedly pulled the flour from the sides and bottom into the mix.
“I liked…having my episode earlier today,” Jess said softly, placing his glass on the counter to his right. She set hers down, too, and ran her palms up the center of his back. “I didn’t want to admit that earlier. I still don’t want to admit it, but I am so damn turned on that I can’t help it. The feeling of…the episode…keeps seeping out.”
She slid her lips up the center of his back, and he shivered, trying to focus on mixing but having a hard time.
“I don’t want something like that to happen again, don’t get me wrong.” She kissed one side of his spine, then the other side, on the rise of his muscle. “My God, Austin, you have an incredible back.”
“You’re killing me.”
Her laugh was deep and sultry. Her hands flowed down, over his butt, and then away. When she reached for her wine, purplish-pink magic shivered into the air.
“Is that your magic you’re shedding, or power, or…?” He turned his head to catch her as she moved back toward her seat. The same shifting colors drifted behind her, sparkling within the air, keeping his focus. A deep, reverberating need welled up inside him, stopping his heart. He couldn’t seem to think, to get enough breath. He’d wanted to experience what it was like for a female gargoyle to mate without learning about it first, and now he was happy for it. Each new surprise was a pleasure. Each new facet had him in rapture. The experience of her was everything.
Six
The world stopped spinning for a moment as I looked at Austin, a cold sweat drenching me, the very center of my being throbbing. He’d just said something, but I didn’t know what. I couldn’t properly focus. His heart beat a drum in my middle, and my power curled and twisted and danced around us.
His hands had stilled in making the dough.
I glanced down. The room shifted to the side, and I bumped into the island. My glass clinked against the side, and I nearly dropped it. The world shuddered to a start again, but my magic continued to drift around me, playful and joyous.
“You okay?” And I wasn’t sure if I was asking Austin or myself.
“I’m good. How about you? Do you want dinner, or do you want me to bend you over the kitchen table and pound into you until neither of us know up from down? I’m good with either.”
His words shocked into me, and something deep down inside of me growled. My eyes widened and I was frozen again, entranced by his cobalt eyes, then distracted by his popping muscles as he finished mixing the eggs and flour and was about to start kneading the dough.
“You’re really sexy, Austin,” I gushed, unable to help it. “Like really, really sexy.”
He studied me for a moment. “Dinner, then. Let’s work you higher before we get to the pounding, hm?”
Suddenly as meek as a lamb, I nodded mutely and sat down, my lady bits aching in a way that fuzzed out all of my thoughts. I sipped my wine with a shaking hand.
“So you liked guarding your claim, huh?” Austin kneaded the dough, his biceps popping rhythmically, the effect hypnotizing.
“Guarding my claim?”
“You said a moment ago that you liked having your episode. From a shifter perspective, you were guarding your claim. A Jane might call it protecting her interests. You were guarding what was yours.”
I smoothed my fingers down the stem of my wine glass. “You don’t mind being thought of as property?”
“It’s not a property thing. You claimed me, and I accepted that claim. I claimed you, and you accepted that claim. It’s the same thing Dicks and Janes do in a relationship when they agree to be exclusive. And when a Dick cheats, for example, the scorned Jane might torch his car and burn all his crap.”
“That’s a pretty extreme example…”
“Magic is even more extreme, which you know.”
“Yeah.” The word rode a sigh. “It felt good for some reason, but I don’t want to be that woman.”
“I hope you have no choice, because that woman turns me on something fierce.” He smirked and cut into the dough with a knife, checking for air bubbles before