Page 16 of Code Mages & Empty Pages (Frostfire #2)

Luc

A fter one of the best weekends of my life, walking back into the office with Dawn on Monday almost felt surreal. The world outside seemed sharper but also somehow lighter. We headed to Froth my instincts usually wanted to knot her to me.

But the way she grabbed my still stiff and messy cock and slid me into her mouth made my knees nearly give way.

“Moon Goddess, you look so fucking pretty,” I moaned, watching her hollow her cheeks, her hands stroking my knot with greed.

The sight of her small hands wrapped around me and her glistening lips alone nearly did me in, but the feeling of her tongue working me and the wet heat of her mouth and the little gag she made when I bumped the back of her throat made my head spin.

“Fuck, Roe!” I snarled, my hands buried in her hair. She sucked me hard and fast. Her enthusiasm sent me over the edge almost embarrassingly fast. My orgasm tore through me. She swallowed every drop.

My climax hadn’t even faded before I yanked her up, spun her, pressed her back against the racks, and dropped to my knees.

“Let me help you clean up,” I growled, already ducking under her skirt. I dragged my tongue up her thigh and over the mess I’d made, tasting myself on her.

Dawn gasped and gripped my fur. As her thighs trembled around my ears, I realised that I’d never be able to get enough of her, and I’d never stop wanting to make her unravel.

I licked her until she shuddered and clenched against my mouth, her fingers buried in my fur, her breath ragged moans. Only after she went limp did I stand. I held her close and kissed her slowly.

“We should probably get back to work. You go first, okay?”

We giggled like school kids as we got into the car on the Thursday before the summer solstice. Today was our team-building day at the shelter.

“I still can’t believe Carson did this,” she snorted.

“Me neither.”

I glanced over as she settled into the passenger seat. Dawn folded her bare legs, and that short romper she was wearing hiked dangerously high.

All I’d wanted to do since she got out of the bathroom before breakfast was to get under it. She’d looked so delectable, her skin damp and her face glowing from her shower.

It took all my self-control not to bend her over the kitchen table. I tightened my grip on the steering wheel.

That image will haunt me all day.

We still had a bit of time before we arrived at the shelter, and I felt safe enough to rest my hand on her leg. “You look great.” I squeezed her thigh.

“You said so earlier. Twice,” Dawn said with great emphasis.

My ears twitched with embarrassment. “Well, it’s true.”

“I’m glad you like my outfit.” Roe grinned at me.

“And the person wearing it,” I said but kept my eyes on the road. Although “like” didn’t even get close to what I felt for her.

“Do you want to pull over really quick? We have a few minutes.”

I snorted. “Don’t enable me, Roe.”

“Well, isn’t that my job, Comte?” she said sweetly.

As soon as I pulled over and parked the car on the far end of the car park, Dawn teased me. She stretched her legs, pretending not to notice the way my eyes lingered on her thighs.

“You’re impossible,” she giggled.

“Impossibly turned on,” I gritted out between clenched teeth.

“So why don’t you do something about it?” She skimmed a hand up her lush thigh and played with the hem of her romper.

“Goddess,” I groaned, unable to help myself. I leaned across the middle console. My hand followed the path hers had taken only moments ago, my mouth hot on her neck.

Dawn moaned when I slipped under the romper and pushed her knickers to the side. She dripped for me.

Fuck! It was clumsy and breathless, with my seatbelt digging painfully into my stomach. But I didn’t give two shits about it. She needed to fall for me.

It had rained during the night, so the still-cool car fogged up around us.

Dawn laughed into my mouth. It sounded triumphant—as if this was exactly what she had wanted all along.

Her hand found my cock, and she stroked me through my trousers as I made her come in under five minutes.

I could have managed it in even less—she was that turned on—but we had enough time for a little more teasing.

“Comte!” she gasped when her cunt contracted under my slick fingers.

“Goddess, you feel so good, Roe.” I struggled not to come with her, and I only just managed to hold back. It would make it even sweeter to knot her tonight. Edged or not, being with Roe was always worth the wait. “I’ll have your scent on my fur all day. I can’t wait to get home with you later.”

Dawn pulled my lips on hers. “Me either,” she murmured.

Later, at the shelter, I was painfully aware of Desmond, Harper, and Mia watching us. Mia loved scheming, and I just knew she would be all over both of us the minute she got us alone. But damn me, it was way too difficult to keep business Roe and private Roe separate in my head.

I wanted to make her laugh, share our stupid inside jokes, and just touch her.

It struck me that while the sex was great, it was getting to be with Dawn that was the real prize.

Our relationship was all benefits and nothing about being colleagues: the late-night gaming, the shared rides to work, chilling on the couch with Ruff, and cooking together.

My chest warmed as I recalled Roe barefoot and wearing a floaty summer dress around the kitchen.

She was fantastic. As was eating her out on the kitchen counter afterwards.

I’d been so scared of hurting her in the beginning that I hadn’t even considered how good being with her might feel.

Dawn hadn’t magically erased my past, but she made it more bearable.

Knowing that I could give her this much pleasure—and that she enjoyed my company—eased something deep inside me I hadn’t realised was still this raw.

“Stop looking at me like that, Comte,” she said under her breath and nudged me with her elbow.