crackling ball of energy there. “Maybe you can convince me?”
Laughing, I turn my head to nibble the scruff under his jaw. “Maybe you can convince me.”
“It sounds like we both want the same thing.” His hands move higher, fingertips brushing the underside of my breasts. “But how will we decide the winner?”
I wiggle and feel his cock thickening inside me, ready for a second round. “Last to have the most energy?”
His hands drop back to my stomach. “This position puts you at an unfair advantage for that.”
I nibble his earlobe. “Are you saying you’re not up for the challenge?”
His hips bump against mine, pushing him deeper. “I think we both know I’m up for it.”
Straightening in his lap, I grip the armrests on either side, ready to put him to the challenge.
A knock sounds at the door, followed by Reese’s voice. “Did you guys see the power surge? I think this place might actually be haunted. The ghost must be in the office, though, because we’ve already cleared all the other rooms.”
Dismayed, I stared down at my bare thighs, then lower to the pants around my ankles. The bite of Kellen’s zipper under my thighs says he’s in a similar state.
In the haze of lust, I completely forgot the witches were out there. In fact, I forgot we were in a mortuary, too, and the realization horrifies me.
There are so many things wrong with what we just did.
Kellen grabs my hips to stop me from springing from his lap as he calls, “Come back in five minutes.”
“Five minutes?” I hiss in affront.
His brows lift. “You think we can do it faster?”
“Maybe your hand can do it faster.” Prying myself free of his hold, I stand, and we both groan as his cock springs free of my body.
Quickly, I yank up my pants and fix the button on my shirt as I head for the door.
“Does this mean I win by default?” Kellen calls after me.
I spin back to glare at him. He still sits where I left him, gloriously hard and unashamed. It’s almost enough to tempt me back onto his lap.
Almost.
With an evil grin for my storm demon, I yank open the door to greet Reese, who still stands on the other side. “Rooms all yours.”
Quiet cursing comes from behind me, followed by the creak and rustle of Kellen scrambling to fix his clothes.
Reese’s mismatched eyes shift from me to the office, his expression uncertain. He holds a bundle of herbs in his hand, the end already blackened from use in the other rooms. The scent of peppermint and sage tickle my nose, and I fight back a sneeze. At least the burning herbs will mask the scent of our sex.
I step out into the hall and find Jax and Xander a few paces behind Reese. The flush to Jax’s cheeks and the resigned look on Xander’s face say they, at least, know what they interrupted.
I pat Reese on the arm as I pass him. The poor, innocent man.
Kellen’s murmur fills the hall as he stops to talk to them.
In the viewing room, I stop as the stench of burned herbs and magic wafts over me. While I can’t see evidence of the smoke from the spells the witches cast to clear away negativity, my entire body itches with its presence. Sadly, waving a hand in front of me to clear the air does nothing.
Tally still sits in one of the viewing room chairs, her mahogany eyes fixed on the door to the cremator.
When I enter the room, her focus shifts to me, her expression troubled.
At first, I think she’ll bring up the flickering lights and the reason behind them, but she surprises me when she glances back at the metal door. “You burned something of his here, didn’t you? That’s why you asked Xander and the others to come?”
Trepidation turns my blood cold. “You can tell?”
She waves a small hand, beckoning me to join her.
As I settle onto the seat beside her, she turns to sit sideways to face me, her voice dropping to a low whisper. “The cleansing they’re doing will not fix this problem.”
Leaning closer to her, I drop my voice to match hers. “What problem?”
“Whatever you destroyed left his essence on the place like a stain. Xander’s spell is removing the negativity left by grief, but Domnall’s still present here. You need something stronger, someone stronger.” Her eyes shift back to the cremator. “Domnall wasn’t like other demons, and his essence was trapped in his