Irons in the Fire by Lyra Evans

Author:Lyra Evans [Evans, Lyra]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: UNKNOWN
Published: 2016-10-26T23:00:00+00:00

Chapter 12

The pounding was in my chest and in my head and in my throat. The base played out, but I wasn’t paying attention anymore. His hands were in my hair, and my hands were at his jaw, thumb smoothing an arc over his cheek, and I got my questions answered.

The lip paint tasted of sea salt ice cream. Beneath that, he tasted of cinnamon and spice and the crispness of early morning mist. He tasted of Fall.

I deepened the kiss, slipping my tongue through the seam of his mouth and over his tongue. He moaned and pulled me closer, his hips flat against mine, the hard line of his cock digging insistently into mine. Friction scraped a fiery rhythm into my erection, but the pressure was exquisite. I lost myself, the alcoholic haze spreading over my better judgment like the fog over the dance floor.

When I pulled back long enough to breathe and search his eyes, I found the lip paint smeared deliciously across his mouth, marking him with the evidence of our embrace. He reached to my lips and ran his thumb along them, swiping his lip paint over my skin too. We’d stopped moving.

“That’s a good idea,” he said, his voice husky. The sound of it, like waves crashing against rocks, reminded me of someone, but the magic of the mask frayed the edges of my connections, making it impossible for me to follow the thread to the source. “Got any more?”

Fuck, I wanted him. The reality that he was looking for someone else barely registered to me, hardly an impediment when what I wanted was a quick, anonymous fuck to wipe my mind and leave me boneless. A part of me considered refusing, suggesting he try to find his ‘person’ first, but that part of me was drowned out by the drunken, horny teenager that ruled my decisions in these situations.

“A few,” I said, pressing my lips to his again. I was ready to lose myself in the flavour of him, if only for the night. I hadn’t had a good fuck in days, and pulling myself off to flashes of Phoenix’s green eyes was hardly going to keep me satisfied. My hand moved down his back to squeeze his ass, jerking him against me, our cocks knocking together again, and he hummed. “Follow me.”

My fingers found his, lacing together, and I led him off the dance floor, between tables, my foggy mind paying no heed to the fact that I didn’t know any better where to go than he did. None of that mattered. I found a break in the tent where the flaps overlapped and pushed beyond it. We were in a small storage area, boxes of bottles and potions meant for use at the bar stacked all around. Some were wooden crates, still tightly closed, others were cardboard and flimsier. There was a large, smooth crate behind a set of stacks, the surface of it covered with an extra tablecloth, and I spun around to sit on it, pulling the Selkie atop me.

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