Dark Champion (Flirting with Monsters #4) - Eva Chase Page 0,104

tingling pulses of pleasure that shot through me with each stroke of Thorn’s tongue over my clit, alongside Snap driving into me from behind, hitting the perfect spot of bliss every time.

Thorn lapped harder, and I gasped over Omen’s erection, a quiver running through my body. The hellhound shifter growled at the loss of contact, his fingers tightening in my hair. I smiled and pressed my lips around his length again, and he thanked me with a groan and the teasing of his tail across one already stiffened nipple.

Snap dipped his head to flick his forked tongue against my spine. Thorn squeezed my ass with a scrape of his hardened knuckles that I’d discovered sparked their own bonus thrill, and at the devourer’s next thrust, the final wave of ecstasy sent me soaring.

I sucked Omen down, determined to bring him with me. A groan reverberated out of him as he gushed smoky heat into my mouth. I swallowed gleefully and clutched on to him as Snap sped up. The devourer finished with a swift plunge that sent me cartwheeling over the edge all over again.

As we sagged together into a sated tangle of bodies, I glanced up at Ruse, who’d chosen to stick to watching this time. He met my questioning gaze with a smirk and a heated glint in his eyes.

“That was quite the show,” he said.

I grinned back at him. “As long as you don’t feel left out.”

“It isn’t as if I haven’t gotten plenty of mine before. And I’m calling dibs on the bed tonight.”

“My peach,” Snap murmured in protest, slinging his slim arm around one of my legs.

If he could have, the devourer would have cuddled up with me every night, but as impressive as the Everymobile was, this bed was barely big enough for two bodies to sleep next to each other. When one of those bodies was Thorn’s, it was barely big enough for one. My lovers had come up with some sort of schedule of fairness in which they switched off who got snuggle benefits, other than the occasional night when I wanted my space and kicked out the whole bunch of them.

Omen chuckled, his tail still tracing lazy lines over my ribs. “The next time we have an opportunity to barter for some magical renovations, we should see about having this room—and its furniture—expanded.”

I wouldn’t have thought he would ever be one to complain about missed opportunities to cozy up to me, but the hellhound shifter had proven unexpectedly cuddle-happy—possibly even to his own surprise. The nights he spent with me, he always started out on the far side of the bed, only a hand resting against my shoulder or curled around my wrist. Then I’d wake up to find myself tucked against him from head to toe, wrapped in his limbs and our matching fiery heat.

The first time it’d happened was the only time I’d swear I saw him actually blush, but the sheet-scorching sex we’d had afterward seemed to have reassured him that what his body got up to when he let it sleep wasn’t so bad.

“Sounds good to me,” I said, and squirmed around to get up. Thorn grasped my elbow to help, and I leaned over to give him a quick kiss.

“Are you sure you want to charge ahead with this mission tonight?” Ruse asked. “It is your birthday. The creatures can survive in their cages another day.”

I wagged a finger at him. “How selfish would I be to leave them to another day of torment at this collector’s hands when I can celebrate just as easily tomorrow? We’re here now. You can carry out whatever grand plans you’ve been putting together once we’ve taught this asshole a lesson.”

“Well spoken, m’lady,” Thorn said with one of his rare smiles that it still made me giddy to see on his stern face.

“Thank you.” I grabbed a robe to maintain a little modesty around our RV-mates. “That doesn’t mean I’m going to skip my shower. I’ll be a clean cat burglar.”

“A little dip into the shadows would accomplish the same thing,” Omen reminded me with a teasing note in his voice.

Technically he was right. With some trial and error, we’d determined that I could meld with darkness like a full shadowkind, although I still didn’t enjoy the clammy sensation that came with it, and I hadn’t quite gotten the hang of jumping from one patch to another yet. Still, my answer was the same as always. “Some things are better