hair. “It was so… exhilarating. Like flying. I was scared at first, but she went slowly. Later, though, I learned to love it. We went very fast.”
Well, didn’t that make him want to shit in a bag for the rest of his life.
And for once, he found himself wishing she was afraid. That Ducati was nothing but an engine with a goddamn seat bolted to it. One bounce off the back, and that delicate skin of hers would be nothing but red paint for the road.
“Yeah… that’s great.” In his head, he started to give her a safety lecture that revolved around the fundamentals of kinetic energy and medical terms like hematoma and amputation. “You ready to eat?”
“I’m famished. All that fresh air.”
In the distance, he heard the roar of that bike taking off, and then John came in looking like death.
The kid went directly to the billiards room, and ten to one, he wasn’t after a handful of honey-roasted—but there would be no talking with him. He’d made that pretty damn clear at the beginning of the night.
“Come on,” Tohr said. “Let’s go sit down.”
The usual din of conversation around the table quieted as they came through the arches, but he was too focused on the female walking ahead of him to care. The idea that she’d been out in the world on her own, roaring along in the night with Xhex, made her seem… different.
The No’One he knew would never have done something like that.
And, shit… for some reason, his body juiced at the thought of her in clothes other than that robe of hers, straddling that bike, her hair free from that braid and trailing into the night.
What would she look like in jeans? The good kind… the kind that hugged a female’s ass, and made a male want to do some riding of the non-cycle variety.
Abruptly, he pictured her naked and up against the wall, her legs spread, her hair unbraided, her hands cupping her breasts. Like a good boy, he was on his knees, his mouth on her sex, his tongue licking at that place he had learned so much about with his fingers.
He was sucking on her. Feeling her against his face as she arched up and got tight—
The growl that came out of him was loud enough to echo in the silent room. Loud enough to bring No’One’s surprised face around over her shoulder. Loud enough to make him seem like a total ass.
To cover his tracks, he made elaborate work out of pulling her chair from the table. Like the shit was brain surgery.
As No’One sat down, her own arousal drifted up into his nose, and he nearly had to strangle himself to keep another growl from vibrating up out of his chest.
Parking it in his own seat, his erection got pinched big-time behind his fly, and that was just fine. Maybe the blood supply would get cut off and the bitch would deflate—except… well, going on the cock-ring theory, the opposite would likely be true.
Fantastic.
He picked up his napkin, snapped it free of its elaborate fold, and—
Everyone was looking at him and No’One. The Brotherhood. Their shellans. Even the doggen who had yet to start serving.
“What,” he muttered, as he laid the damask across his lap.
Annnnd that was when he realized that he wasn’t wearing a shirt. And No’One hadn’t put up her hood.
Hard to know who was getting more attention. Probably her, as most folks hadn’t seen her without her face covered—
Before he knew it, his upper lip curled off his elongated fangs, and he met each one of the males in the eye, hissing at them low and nasty. In spite of the fact that they were all happily mated. And his brothers. And he had no right to be territorial.
Lot of brows went up. A couple of folks asked for another shot of whatever they were drinking. Someone started whistling casually.
As No’One quickly put her hood back into place, awkward conversations about the weather and sports sprouted.
Tohr just rubbed his temples. Hard to know what was giving him his headache.
There was so much to choose from.
In the end, the meal passed by without further incident. Then again, short of a food fight or a fire in the kitchen, it was hard to imagine what could have been a worthy second act to his playing rattlesnake at the Brotherhood.
When things broke up, he and No’One beat feet out of the dining room—but not for the same reason, evidently.
“I have